J. Coursey Willis

The tide runs hard through the Kent Narrows. So does the music. Since 1947, the Harris family has been pulling crabs and oysters from these waters. Before the dining rooms and dock bars, this was just a packing house—hard work, rough hands, and the smell of the Bay clinging to everything. Some things have changed. Some haven’t. This summer, I’m bringing a run of solo, unplugged shows to Harris Crab House—where the songs hit right, the beer stays cold, and the J.O. is always heavy. No frills. No big production. Just me, a guitar, and a set that cuts deep. Gritty originals, some unexpected covers, and stories that belong to this place. If you’ve been to one of these nights before, you already know. If you haven’t—well, it’s about time. Pull up a chair, crack a cold one, and let’s do this. 🎟️ No cover – just show up. See you at the water’s edge.