The evolution of Toad's
The lights are dimmed. Silhouettes feasting on the soft electric glow of the street lamps outside wait in fervent anticipation of a single note. They don’t ask for much, just a simple sign from their Yamaha keyboard-playing piano man.
“One, Two. One, Two, Three, Four. You oughta know by now!”
Pulses of yellow and orange and red appear, and the crowd erupts into song. On this New Haven night, the roughly 300 people in the audience have escaped the sticky August air, seeking refuge in the grungy, welcoming arms of Toad’s Place, New Haven’s 32-year-old bar and nightclub on...
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