Jake Xerxes Fussell at The Long Time May 29

$20.00

Jake Xerxes Fussell is coming to The Long Time to play a show.

Doors at 6PM.

Please note if you are an active member of The Long Time Texas (through a “Season Tickets for 2” subscription for example) you do not need to purchase a ticket. With your membership we will put your name on the will call list twice (2 tickets). If you’re not certain your membership is active, email hey@thelongtime.com.

Advance tickets will be sold (while supplies last) until 5PM on Thursday, May 28. Walk-up tickets may be available day-of pending a sellout.

Reared in Georgia and now settled in North Carolina, Jake Xerxes Fussell has established himself as a devoted listener and contemplative interpreter of a vast array of so-called folk songs, lovingly sourced from a personal store of favorites. On his latest album, When I’m Called—his first LP for Fat Possum, and his first as a parent—Fussell returns to a well of music that holds lifelong sentimental meaning, loosely contemplating the passage of time and the procession of life’s unexpected offerings.

Jake Xerxes Fussell is coming to The Long Time to play a show.

Doors at 6PM.

Please note if you are an active member of The Long Time Texas (through a “Season Tickets for 2” subscription for example) you do not need to purchase a ticket. With your membership we will put your name on the will call list twice (2 tickets). If you’re not certain your membership is active, email hey@thelongtime.com.

Advance tickets will be sold (while supplies last) until 5PM on Thursday, May 28. Walk-up tickets may be available day-of pending a sellout.

Reared in Georgia and now settled in North Carolina, Jake Xerxes Fussell has established himself as a devoted listener and contemplative interpreter of a vast array of so-called folk songs, lovingly sourced from a personal store of favorites. On his latest album, When I’m Called—his first LP for Fat Possum, and his first as a parent—Fussell returns to a well of music that holds lifelong sentimental meaning, loosely contemplating the passage of time and the procession of life’s unexpected offerings.