Last year Johnathan Wilson got about halfway through his set before the sky decided it wanted a solo. Rain came in sideways, short-circuited the night, and left everyone wondering what might’ve been. This time the weather held, and Wilson came back with the same crew and a clear plan—to rinse off the bad luck and finish what he started. What followed wasn’t so much a setlist as a ritual. From a distance, it might’ve looked like some kind of musical séance—the stage lit by amp

Nights like this are why we built Amp the Alley. The heat finally broke, the air easy again, and people started showing up early — chairs under their arms, drinks in hand, catching up while the band tuned up. It wasn’t chaos; it was rhythm — that steady build of chatter and movement as the crowd settled in and the day started to fade. You could feel it settling in, that downtown heartbeat that always seems to find its groove right before the sun dips low. And when Whiskey Run