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A Christmas Hangover

Broadway Oyster Bar, 736 S. Broadway, Saint Louis, MO 63102

The 3rd Annual "A Christmas Hangover" Party

FEATURING: Cree Rider Family Band, Les Gruff and the Billy Goat, Cara Louise Band, Bryan Ranney, and Letter to Memphis.

Doors at 8pm. Music 9pm - 2:30am. Set Times TBA.

$10 Admission.



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'Not A Ukulele' Blog

Album Update: Singing In Harmony 

Hidden away on one of the darker corners of Saint Louis' Historic Soulard neighborhood, on a street that appears more Parisian than Midwestern, through a wrought-iron gate, across a red-brick courtyard, and up a small flight of wooden stairs, lies the home studio of producer, Adam Long. 

Last night, Drew, Leslie and Chris journeyed forth, in the aforementioned manner, to gather for a vocal tracking session. The sounds they created were spectacular and we here at 'Not A Ukulele' HQ can't wait for the whole world to hear it!

For now, a photo will have to suffice. Gaze upon it and know: The New Bryan Ranney Album Is Coming!

Drew Lance, Leslie Sanazaro, & Chris Helmick

'Not A Ukulele' Tour: SF Bay Area 

We here at 'Not A Ukulele' HQ are excited to announce Bryan's first trip to the San Francisco Bay Area!

Tell your friends to get there early; Bryan kicks off the evening at 8pm with a special solo performance. 

Friday, November 13 @ 8pm
The Stork Club 
2330 Telegraph Ave
Oakland, CA

Bryan Ranney (STL, MO)
Fellow Wolf (SF, CA)
The Elegant Bachelors (Bloomington, IN)
The Sweet Divide (Oakland, CA)

Since it is his first time visiting the Bay Area, Ranney will take a little time to explore San Francisco, hand out some ‘Not A Ukulele’ stickers, and look for inspiration at the foot of a redwood tree.

Know somebody who'd like to schedule an interview, review the show, or request further materials? Please, have them email NotAUkuleleTour @ or call 917-745-3573.

New Album Underway 

We had our first recording session at Firebrand Studios last night. 
Producer, Adam Long and Bryan. 

Adam Andrews, Drew Lance, Leslie Sanazaro, Matthew Flory, Justin Steinbecker.

The Control Room. Photos by Jason Garriotte.

Drew Lance, Leslie Sanazaro, Adam Long, and Chris Helmick. (Bryan took this one.)

The Ballerina  

by Bryan Ranney

The railway yard is all grey pebbles and rust until a yellow-orange engine lumbers by, loaded down with coal hoppers and something in a tanker. Carrie walks on the sidewalk, parallel to the track, toward the strip mall, past the edge of the industrial court. On these walks, the weeds are footlights, the concrete a stage, the passing traffic her audience.  She walks with grace and cannot help but smile at her own cleverness, this subtle dance. She is the ballerina. Earlier, in her basement, she scratched her yellow pencil on a notebook, rehearsed her choreography in secret. She watched the girl in the mirror spin. Now, arriving at the dime store, she heads straight for the children’s costumes. She rubs the coarse, pink, plastic netting of a tutu between her thumb and index finger. She closes her eyes and raises her arms, posing. She remembers a church mission to the delta, after the storm. Muscles burning from the strain of holding plywood over her head, the sound of the nail gun as they patched the hole. Here, through the ceiling, some woman and her children had escaped onto the roof and waved to helicopters that would lift them to safety.  On their way home, the pastor, Robinson, hums a tune, steers the bus with his muscular arms, dirt under his fingernails. When they stop to twirl in the gas station parking lot, she catches a glance of their reflection in the driver-side door of a Cadillac. The vision recedes and Carrie exits the aisle, the store, the strip mall, heading home past the railway yard and back to her quiet basement.