On Saturday night, The Club @ the Civic will welcome a couple of area artists doing their music thing.

The headliner will be Cleveland violinist, emcee and producer Humble G Tha Fiddla, with opening act Floco Torres, New Jersey transplant by way of Macon, Ga.

Humble G, a graduate of the Cleveland School of the Arts, has been building his profile with the mixtape One of A Kind, a collection that largely highlights his skills on the mic of which he has many.

He doesn’t mumble and he’s not rapping about trapping, the nightly itineraries of his favorite strippers or threatening haters with his awesome manliness. Rather, G has songs such as the slow, rolling Spread That Hope, where he raps about his brand of “hip hope” music, or the pop-hop violin-laced So Sorry, where he drops into his falsetto to melodically apologize to the girl he let get away.

Likewise, Torres, who came to Akron from my old stomping and working grounds in Macon, Ga., is not hip-hop predictable. He recorded the award-winning song Cherry St. in honor of Macon’s constantly revitalizing main downtown thoroughfare.

Torres has independently released several albums, and you can check out his latest single, the nonvenomous break-up song You! from his upcoming EP, along with a few other recent releases at his bandcamp page (flocotorres7.bandcamp.com/). Torres regularly tours the Midwest and Southeast so he’s a veteran stage performer. And for hip-hop fans for whom it matters, neither Humble G nor Floco drench their lyrics with gratuitous “N-words,” “B-words” or rely on gender or sexual-orientation pejoratives, which is sadly still pretty refreshing in hip-hop.

Spring Badfish

I’ve never spent a night out at Nelson Ledges Quarry Park, but I have hung out there during one of its many festivals and, man, are those folks friendly. The campers, the vendors and the park staff are all quite chill.

Over the years, I’ve heard a few times that NLQP has been dubbed some sort of drug haven den of iniquity, as if middle-aged hippies were walking around with hypodermic needles hanging out of their arms and bongs in their back pockets. But that’s overblown and seemingly based on stereotypes more than facts.

Nevertheless, I’m pretty sure there will be at least a few fully loaded bongs being passed around at this year’s Spring Badfish happening Friday through Sunday. While I admit to being a bit baffled by the continued success of the 16 years and counting Rhode Island-bred Sublime tribute band Badfish — haven’t they been a Sublime tribute band longer than the original Sublime was an actual band? — folks love to come out and see them and enjoy the activities and stuff to buy at the park.

This year, in addition to closing 9 p.m. sets from Badfish on Friday and Saturday nights, Friday evening beginning at 5, you can check out Shrub and reggae-jam rockers Roots of Creation. Then, on Saturday, the music begins at 3 p.m. with the acoustic folk-rock trio Band of Lovers, which will be touting its brand-new album American Tour, followed by Wanyama, purveyors of “conscious funk for your mind,” and area jam band veterans Tropidelic.

Ticket pricing tiers are kind of complicated, so go to www.NLQP.com for specific information.

R.I.P. again.

Music lovers lost two more respective icons of their genres and generations: Chris Cornell, the booming lead singer and frontman for Soundgarden and Audioslave, who along with Eddie Vedder and Kurt Cobain formed the holy triumvirate of influential early 1990s grunge, and Gregg Allman, leader of the Allman Brothers Band and an icon of southern blues rock and an elder statesmen of the jam band scene.

Cornell is of my generation and Soundgarden’s Badmotorfinger is still one of my favorite metal records. (It is not a grunge record! That would be its multiplatinum-selling follow-up Superunknown.) So that one hits close to my increasingly mortality self-aware home.

Allman is from a previous generation; but as a classic-rock fan who spent a few years in the ABB’s old home base of Macon — and has hung out at the Big House, eaten at H&H restaurant and talked to Gregg a few times during my time there — I always found him to be a relaxed (with help from the “big ol’ fatty” he admitted to smoking right before a couple of our interviews), reasonable and generally cool southern gentleman.

I always thought he was one of the better blues rock singers, his vocals on the classic albums were never strained, pained or mannered, and he never seemed like he was trying too hard to sound ... ummmm …. bluesy.

R.I.P. to both men and condolences to their families, loved ones and fans.

Malcolm X Abram can be reached at mabram@thebeaconjournal.com or 330-996-3758. Read his blog, Sound Check Online, at www.ohio.com/blogs/sound-check, like him on Facebook at http://on.fb.me/1lNgxml and/or follow him on Twitter @malcolmabramABJ .