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Apparently Donna was at Sam’s concert at the Mercy Lounge in Nashville and she writes an incredible record of her time:

Red and blue lights sparkle around the stage like the moons that weren’t outside tonight. Elizabeth and the Catapults are the first to perform. They’re quite good – folksy and rock’n’roll and I enjoy them. After 30 minutes or so, they tell the audience that Sam Bradley and the Men will perform next and that they’re great. I already know this. My new friends smile in anticipation. They trust what I tell them.

Mark Kerry on drums wearing his signature eyeglasses, Jeff Riedlinger on bass wearing a dark v-neck sweater, and Dave Meszaros in a white t-shirt on lead guitar, gather on stage and set up their equipment. And, then Sam comes out with his guitar. Wearing a grey, red and white striped woolen shirt that’s as soft as a baby blanket, he smiles, takes center stage and begins playing. Sam’s personality is pure sunshine. He is a troubadour of the anodyne. His lyrics and voice are soothing, relieving the pain in one’s heart. He sings some of the fans’ favorites like Too Far Gone, Wide Open, Sea Blue, Whiskey and a wonderful new jazzy blues song written by Mark Kerry, his percussionist.

As Sam sings Wide Open, I am immediately transported into my other worlds – ancient worlds – where I am wandering through medieval lands. I gather my long skirts around my ankles and run through dark passageways made of stone until I burst out of a tunnel’s end into a crisp, beautiful twilight. He stands there, tall, blonde and gallant. I fall into his wide open arms and breathe a sigh. “It is good to see you again, my love,” I whisper to him.

Sam’s voice comes back to me in song. My new friends lean over and in my ear tell me they love Sam. “I know,” I say quietly. Sam’s voice is smooth as ice and as melodic as a meditation. After each song, the audience screams and woo-hoos. Sam giggles, smiles and exudes a happiness that not many performers ever express. He talks to the audience between songs, thanking his band mates, thanking Nashville. He thanks Justin Nozuka, the “next” performer for the opportunity to be on the road with him. Sam says he loves Nashville and in fact, has moved to Nashville and the audience claps and yells for him again. Sam makes the crowd feel as though he’s your friend and they embrace him as a neighbor in Nashville. But, it’s not just Nashvillians at this event. People have driven from the north and south to hear Sam Bradley and his band.

Sam’s intelligence permeates his songs. His wisdom shines through his personality as he dances with his guitar and looks into the souls of his audience. His band mates smile and never once falter in their support of Sam.

Read the whole article here. Seriously, you do not want to miss it!

ADeweese was at Sam’s “Secret Show” in Nashville and reported that the crowd got a real treat, getting to hear the new songs Sam has posted on his MySpace page live and in person. And if you think they are good on MySpace, ADeweese says they are EVEN better in person. While we all may be tempted to go and see if there are YouTube vids of the new songs, we have heard that Sam asked that his new music not be filmed. Therefore, you will not see any videos of his new music from the Saturday night show on SoS. We respect Sam’s wishes!

And, our fab reader JBell was at Bobby’s show this past Saturday and she reports that Bobby is also planning a “secret show.” Bobby plans to do a performance once again at the Dunedin Brewery in Tampa, FL this upcoming Thursday. Now, apparently my computer does not like the Dunedin Brewery website, so I was unable to see if any information is listed on the site. My suggestion? If you plan to go, give the Dunedin a call and verify the times and ticket prices.

Yes, because not too long after the ladies solved the mystery (check out the results here) the website of the “secret” location does in fact now list one Mr. Sam Bradley as performing there on Saturday.  So where is the no, right??

Well, as it turns out, Sam has tweeted more clues eluding to the fact that we haven’t got it all figured out.  This has me thinking 1) what kind of shenanigans is this little hottie is up to and 2) where in the USA is Sam Bradley?! Which of course made me think of this ol’ classic:

Uh...was Sam even alive when I played this on my Macintosh...along with The Oregon Trail??

Does anyone remember Carmen San Diego?? That game was the shizz…but I digress.  Here are the latest tweets from Mr. Bradley.  Maybe you can help solve the rest of this puzzle…is he playing more than one show on Saturday?  Is he sending out pics of a future tour?  Is he just walking around Nashy hammered and tweeting pics?  Or maybe he is just effing with us cause he can, knowing we will follow he adorb little booty anywhere.  PS– I totes think its the last choice.

Here is the first tweet from tonight:

And the pic:

Georgia, huh? I could eat a peach for hours...wait...wrong audience for that...

A few minutes later, this one came through:

And the photo:

Sam and Marcus riding the open road together *sigh* Wonder who got window?

And then about an hour after the greydog tweet came this little beaut:

Along with this, um, disturbing pic:

Ropers? Sam...no. Srsly. Thrift store old school boots = WIN. Cheesy Ropers = Wrong Answer.

So, what do you think?? What does it all mean?? What sick and twisted path is he leading us down?? Theories people, we need your theories!

Oh, and if you aren’t following Sam on twitter…what the hell is wrong with you?? Kidding.  Sorta.  But srsly, go follow the guys on twitter…we even make it real easy like with linkys right up on the ol’ sidebar there. 

And, stay tuned for further tweets as they come in…we’re not giving up on our Samstigation!

Here is just a little taste of the article. Mmmmm, delicious!

The clock ticked on. Waitresses served mozzarella sticks and chicken quesadillas to hungry fans. Guys wandered through the chairs with beers in hand and some slipped outside for a smoke. Finally, around 8:00 p.m., Bobby came out of the dressing room and made his way through the throngs of fans to the stage. Wearing a white button-down shirt and blue-jeans, he pushed his hair off his face, picked up his new Gibson J200 guitar and started playing. That guitar was a star in itself; its tone was the richest, most vibrant sound I’ve heard in a long time. So luxurious was the tone, I wanted to drink it in and let it seep into my soul. Even Bobby admitted it was his “love” and that he slept with it at night. I can understand why. I could have listened to Bobby playing that beautiful guitar all night long.

With his brown hair sweeping long over his eyes, Bobby began singing. The crowd seemed a bit subdued for a while, clapping politely after each song. Maybe they were digesting all those mozzarella sticks and quesadillas or maybe they were just mesmerized by Bobby’s soulful, raspy voice.

To compare him to Bob Dylan is a cliché; however, he has the soul of a master like Bob Dylan and a slight eccentricity as well. Bobby seems sweet, almost shy. He has the smile of a mischievous teenage boy and big brown eyes of a wise old man. His songs belie the fact that he’s only 22 years old. His songs are the songs of an old soul who has experienced heartache, loneliness and love. If one believes in reincarnation, then it’s safe to assume Bobby is an old soul who has been around many lifetimes before. If one doesn’t believe in reincarnation, then one can assume he’s just a wise old soul in a young body. No matter what one believes, his songs evoke a loneliness that stirs deep in the heart, splitting the heart wide open where it’s possible to fall in and drown in that sadness.

As the night wore on, Bobby became more comfortable and began joking with the crowd. Someone had thrown something that looked like a furry hat onto the stage and Bobby picked it up, saying, “There’s no way I’m going to wear that.” I’m not sure what the “furry” thing was, but he threw it back out into the crowd. I don’t blame him. It was freaky.

Read the full article right here!

Here is what that little tease gave us:

Okay, so he pretty much could be playing ANYWHERE for all we know this weekend! It sounds like he is only going to give small clues, which means we all need to be super sleuths the next few days to figure this out. Tickets will be available at the door, wherever he is and the doors will open at 6:30 p.m.

Oh, and if you are not following Sam Bradley on Twitter, now might be the time to start! Just sayin’.

We will post hints on this post as they come up, so come right back here to see the clues. Use the comments to discuss and see if anyone can figure it out! Even if we don’t get to see the secret show, at least it’ll give us something fun to do the next few days.

The Secret Location, as well as all the clues, after the jump!!

CONFIRMED!!!

Turns out Sam was just mad we won so early on!! According to Metromix Nashville, Sam is scheduled to play at The Basement in Nashville, TN on Sat., Aug 22nd at 7 p.m . Game over, we win!!! The website link is above, and of course when I hear anything about tickets, I’ll let you all know! Big thanks to Eyes of Amber for finding this link!!

And another confirmation!! The Basement lists Sam Bradley as playing on Aug. 22 at 7 p.m. (doors open at 6:30). Tickets will be $15 and it looks like its 21+.

HINT #1

And the picture accompanying it….

The Basement in Nashville, TN — Click it to get to their website!!

Loren (PokerStarlight) figured this one out!!

Are you doubting he’s in Tennessee?!?

Hint #2

And the picture!

Don’t be confused!! There is a major bus sales company located in Nashville! Sam is trying to be cheeky, but I got his number!

Hint #3

And the picture!

We can see that Hard Rock cafe sign, and the Nashville one has sphinx in front of it. You can’t fool me!!

Hint #4

And the picture is of our very own Bobby!!!

Bobby is performing tonight at 3rd and Lindsey Bar & Grill in Nashville!

For fun…

Here is a little map theshagdaddy put together for us. Only the 2nd hint is a guess, but seeing it all plotted on a map is fun!!

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