Joe Bonamassa to Headline and Curate Florida's Sound Wave Beach Weekend
After hosting nearly a dozen sea-based expeditions, Bonamassa is bringing his cultural road show to land with a number of top tier acts including Gov't Mule, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, JJ Grey & Mofro, Grace Potter, Little Feat, Larkin Poe, Samantha Fish, Joanne Shaw Taylor, and Robert Jon & The Wreck.
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Bonamassa will perform twice at Sound Wave, which will also include special artist jams and collaborations, daily activities and a 'new level of hospitality and service,' from Topeka, according to a press release, allowing guests 'to immerse themselves in live music from the comfort of their own personal seated cove, complete with delivery of all food, drinks and merchandise within 5 minutes of ordering.'
Sound Wave takes place in a 5,500-capacity open air venue located a few minute walk from guests' lodging, allowing fans to 'spend the day under the sun at the beach and nights under the stars with their favorite artists,' according to the release.
Bonamassa's festival announcement comes weeks before the release of his new studio album, Breakthrough, July 18 via J&R Adventures. He's also announced a number of new U.S. dates at amphitheater, before heading out on the Keeping the Blues Alive at Sea cruise to Alaska in September.
For more information on Sound Wave, visit soundwave.topeka.live. For upcoming tour dates and new music, visit jbonamassa.com.
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