At Mother’s in New Orleans, everyone went with standards: gumbo, po-boy, jambalaya, andouille, debris, etc. And then there was poor Peter Bruntnell who ordered the weirdest meal I’ve seen: grilled (not fried!) calamari, potato salad, and collard greens. Witness his dismay:
The last five shows weren’t too eventful. Some were better than others. The turn out at Minglewood Hall in Memphis was a lot better than expected and the club is a major improvement over Newby’s or the Young Avenue Deli. We could have done without the drunk jerk standing right in front of Jay complaining that he couldn’t hear the vocals. Jason had to give him a little business when he attempted to turn Jay’s monitors around. Dude responded by giving Jason the bird and playing dumb. Security?
As for Birmingham, I don’t think anyone cares to play the Workplay Theater anymore. I’ve never been a fan of the sterile PBS Jazz Brunch vibe and it’s always been hard to get past that. Unlike the past two times that we’ve played the Workplay, this was not a Sunday which meant The Fish Market was open. James and I both had oysters on the half shell followed by jambalaya for him and Athenian red snapper for me.
While it’s a pity that the Georgia Theater in Athens burned down I was definitely glad to be at the 40 Watt Club. Everyone there is super nice, sound is pretty decent and there is no lack of atmosphere. We went on relatively late for us, 11:15, and judging by some of the YouTube clips we delivered a late-night (sloppy-good) set. At least I did. Thank the lord I decided not to return for the second encore with no shirt and leather jacket. I knew that wouldn’t go over.
A late set time in Athens made for a late night and we were all pretty tired the following day.
To be honest, I didn’t have high hopes for Greenville but the Handlebar turned out to be the surprise hit of the last week. Aside from the crappy chicken wings (it’s really the best option on the menu) we had a great night. Good crowd, good energy, and a free bottle of Bushmill’s. Priceless.
Then there was Chattanooga. Again, some way too intoxicated folks kinda ruined the show. But what can you expect at the Rhythm and Brews. Basically, 2 loaded couples standing front and center hooted and hollered and blew smoke in Jay’s face all night. One of the, uh, ladies repeatedly fell on stage, got on stage and really needed a belt. I’m surprised she lasted the whole set. Kind of an anti-climactic ending but that’s usually how it works.
When we rolled through Fayetteville last February there was an ice storm and it was about 4 degrees so even a slow Monday night at George’s Majestic was an improvement. However, we didn’t get to hang with this freak this time:
Choosing to put on an intimate show in the front room left Jason with only one place to set up “guitar world”, in the beer and liquor storage area behind the stage. Thus, Jason’s two current careers collided head-on. I’m still peeved that he ignored my request for an Old Fashioned between guitar changes. One would think that access to various spirits might be inspiring, however, a sad few only went so far as the Jagermeister machine and that nasty beverage reappeared for the rest of the week.
A good night’s sleep and an easy ride from San Antonio to Austin made for a pleasant day. We certainly needed our rest since we went on at 11pm which is late as hell for a bunch of old dudes with sleeping disorders. Antone’s, “Home of the Blues”, is an alright place to play. Having only cursory knowledge of the blues, I never realized how short all those cats are:
Peter Bruntell’s set gets better every night.
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit killed it as they’re known to do and we had a blast catching up into the wee hours of the morning.
Our late night offering was good, blah, blah, etc. But, “Romeo” Duplantis stole the show by proposing to Sara after we left the stage. Congratulations Andrew and Sara! Here’s a photo thanks to Devonie:
Sunday was a day off and we dilly-dallied our way to Oklahoma stopping at The Style Station for boots and shirts.