Cardboard Ox Album Release


Moonie was running in circles, exuberant arms flung in the air, shouting this over and over.

“What’s up, Moonie?” I asked as the kitty yawned and went back to sleep.


Here, I’ll translate: it was the last Saturday in October, and the incredibly talented duo of Tracie Potochnik and Steve Allain that makes up Cardboard Ox was holding its CD release show that night. And if you recall, all the way back in April – the very first day that Moonie came into my life – we’d attended a Cardboard Ox show in Dedham, MA for his very first outing.

Cardboard Ox

The duo has held a special little place in Moonie’s heart ever since. We weren’t going to miss the release of their six-song EP for the world.

The release was being hosted by Ross Lenzing of Lion Recording Studio; Ross had recorded, mixed, and mastered the EP. Other audience members included guest musician Amato Zinno, who’d contributed on upright bass. Moonie loves meeting new people, but after saying hello to a bunch of folks he immediately zeroed in on one of the cardboard oxes that decorated the walls in honor of the Cardboard Ox album release.

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Steve Allain

One thing Rhode Island hasn’t had a shortage of this weekend: music. It seems our little state has been teeming with music festivals and individual shows. I asked Moonie which act he’d like to check out last night, and he wanted to see his pal Steve Allain play the Portsmouth Publick House.

So we did.


Moonie was even greeted by his musical pal with a smile.

It was a great evening at the Publick House. We were seated near some happy groups of people that were digging the live music. Moonie and I split a pile of food, from turkey chili to a burger to mashed potatoes, and he ordered and polished off a “big boy” beer, meaning 22 ounces of hiccup-inducing liquid.

Steve played a great mix of original music, including some of our favorites from his latest album “Thirteen,” and covers that included some great blues renditions and a sweet serenade of the Beatles’ “Blackbird” to an adorable baby boy in the front row.

“That’s his youngest fan,” Moonie whispered to me, “But I’m still his littlest.”