I first visited the Joyous Lake in a somewhat unconventional manner in the summer of 1979. I was sixteen, and unable to secure entry to a sold out Pat Metheny Group gig, so a friend and I snuck onto the now non-existent screened porch behind the stage and listened to the band from there. Of course that old venue is now unrecognizable, but the current incarnation has emerged as an incredibly beautiful establishment with detailed woodwork and art from the town
