joined by Punks & Snakes, and Bradley MacLean, 9 p.m.
Hartwell Littlejohn has a difficult time describing his music. The New York based singer-songwriter — and former Holy City resident — once had this to say about his sound: “I guess you’d call it post-past/mid-fi/indie-Americana, or Pavement meets Poco. Or, perhaps, Poco eats the pavement.” Strangely enough, all of those descriptions work. Littlejohn’s latest, a 2013 self-titled EP, is proof of that. We wouldn’t go as far as to say his songs are funny, but there’s such a genial nature to them. He’s like a more personable, less sardonic love child of Warren Zevon and Elvis Costello. Just queue up the country-swinging “Gloria,” the old school rock ‘n’ roller “Maureen,” and the front-porch foot-stomper “A Woman Like You,” and you’ll quickly discover one of the more easygoing singer-songwriters around. In some ways, Littlejohn crafts songs that seem effortless. “The best songs, if there are any, require nothing,” Littlejohn says. “But there are plenty of songs that are maybe just OK, or downright bad, and those require some motivation to simply finish them so you can get on to the next thing.” —Chris Haire