Bigfoot was at the White Horse last night. There was a benefit for
Louisiana flood victims and we were on the bill, middle of three. But
it's not really the typical club times. Each band played for an hour and
forty-five, a big boy show. We actually had
to work (for a change...)
We went up after a whipping Cajun band. Folks were dancing and I was afraid we would drive them off. I was wrong. For the first time in recorded history, Bigfoot Chester got people up and kept them dancing for at least the first hour. Unbelievable.
Of course we ended up hitting a pile of Blues "sludge" that cleared the dancers away briefly. But they came back and spun around when things picked up closer to the end.
Two Hoots and a Holler were last. Kick ass as always. Ricky's eyes still roll back in his head when he solos, especially when he is going for it. And he had Lisa Pankratz playing drums. She is one of the baddest around and she makes the coolest pain faces when she plays. I could watch that forever.
We went up after a whipping Cajun band. Folks were dancing and I was afraid we would drive them off. I was wrong. For the first time in recorded history, Bigfoot Chester got people up and kept them dancing for at least the first hour. Unbelievable.
Of course we ended up hitting a pile of Blues "sludge" that cleared the dancers away briefly. But they came back and spun around when things picked up closer to the end.
Two Hoots and a Holler were last. Kick ass as always. Ricky's eyes still roll back in his head when he solos, especially when he is going for it. And he had Lisa Pankratz playing drums. She is one of the baddest around and she makes the coolest pain faces when she plays. I could watch that forever.
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