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Nick and The Ovorals and Black Water Brass Shine Through Saturday Night Storm

8/14/2015

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A few days after I posted the last Weekend Music Roundup, "Weekend at Birdie's", I got a
message online from local photographer, Fred Salinas, giving me the heads up
on some blues music coming to The Shed Barbeque and Blues Joint that Friday
and Saturday night. The Friday night slot was going to harp player Rockin
Jake, followed by Nick and The Ovorols the night after. Though I would have
liked to have been out Friday, I had a follow-up podcast with Will Lammons
which we ran as our first live episode. 

Saturday night. Eight o'clock is approaching and the radar is saying a serve
weather storm is pushing down from the north. I'm pretty tired. As much as
I'd like to say forget about it and retreat to the comforts of home, I
decide to see what the weather has in store for me. The Shed is a fairly
airy place, so I'm not sure what would happen if, say, a tornado appeared
out of nowhere. I figure I could use a little excitement and my rain jacket
hasn't seen any action in the last couple months, so I grab my things and
take on down the road. The plan is to do some solo shooting at the Shed and
then head down to the Government Street Grocery where Black Water Brass (a
much hyped group by Will Lammons) and a few friends will be. In attempts to
beat my early night grogginess, I stopped in at a gas station in hopes of
finding some late night fuel. I got it in the form of a Starbucks
Frappuccino, but then, I thought, why stop there? I saw a Mike's Hard
Cranberry Lemonade and thought of the scene from The Departed in which
Leonard DiCaprio orders a cranberry vodka and then proceeds to smash it over
the head of a mouthy bar dweller. The fact that it was probably loaded with
both sugar and alcohol had me thinking it might come in handy at some point.
I however didn't drink it (or the bag of potato chips I bought along with
it) until the next day while lounging around the river. For the best,
considering how unhealthy the whole purchase was. 

The radar was showing streaks of red all about the sizeable storm that was
fast approaching. I drove with a slight haste as bolts of lightning gathered
in the northern sky. When I arrived at The Shed, the rains had yet to begin,
but the music was in full swing. Before entering the main music stage, I
stopped in at the bar for a quick drink. The half bottle of Frappuccino I
drank along the way had given me a nice boost and I was curious to try
something new. I found a "Curlee's Coconut" porter and resisted the urge to
purchase one of the delicious sounding Mississippi Mud desserts made with
ice cream sourced from local shop "Quakers". I think I had acquired enough
sweet stuff in the last hour to hold me over for the next few days. 

I took a seat at a table behind the front row. I listened to a song or two
and then began shooting. Nick and The Ovorals, a Chicago group, proved to be
a trio powerhouse of blues music, with recognizable tunes from the Cream and
Hendrix eras being prominent show cases. Though I detected the nasty storm,
which was just beginning, had kept many at home, the performance still
captivated the audience in attendance, most of whom were there well before I
was and stuck through till the very end. After the show, I approached Nick
to inquire about his travels. He expressed his liking of the coast and I
assured him that if his group came back, I would do my best to promote their
future performances. We shook hands and I departed for The Government Street
Grocery just as the rain was letting up. A quick check of the radar showed
the eastern perimeter of the storm had just brushed passed my current
location and the rest of the night promised to be dry from what I could
tell. 

Down at the Grocery, Black Water Bass was in full swing. Unbeknownst to me,
fellow musicians Jackson Weldon and Zach Fellman were in the mix of other
members delivering a spirited mix of heavy instrumental jams that proved
quit danceable. Familiar tunes were transformed into big band style numbers
with horns, keys, guitars, bass, conga, drums and more. At one point, I
counted nine musicians crammed on the stage as a large crowd gathered around
to groove with the high energy performance. After the show, I caught up with
Jason Sanford and Robby Amonett who were also in attendance. I told them I
was looking for another group to photograph to complete the roundup and
Robby suggested I look into Enjoy The Weather who was currently headlining
at The Juke Joint (with an earlier performance by Future Primitives).

Down at the Juke Joint, I stood by with the crowd and listened to a few of
the fast driven, heavy hitting songs that Enjoy The Weather was cranking
out. Their light display was particularly noteworthy and went well with
their intense presence. Shortly thereafter, I reunited with my friends who
had migrated from The Grocery, as well as awesome bartender and lover of
psychedelic cats, Brittney Coblentz. Brittney had just returned from a
weeklong stay in the great state of Colorado, and I was eager to hear of her
travels, as the Rocky Mountains usually draw me to them at least once a
year. In fact, I think I am about due for a return soon. Maybe, on my next
go around, I can find some local podcasters to sit in with. 

This concludes this edition of the Weekend Music Roundup. I will be posting
the latest Coastal Noise Podcast within a day or two of this article being
published. It is likely that we will do more live podcasts in the future, so
please follow along on FB, Twitter, and Instagram to see notifications and
links to the live audio feeds when they go up. Thanks for reading and feel
free to reach out if you have a place of interest for me to visit, music to
hear, or a potential podcast guest recommendation. 

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Weekend at Birdie's, Double Nights at the Irish Coast Pub

8/7/2015

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The weekend looked to be an eventful one. Early in the week, friend and fellow musician Eddie Dixon asked me to help out setting up for his Friday night set at Ben Kaufmen’s Irish Coast Pub in Gulfport. I gave an affirmative response and asked for the start time and inquired as to who he was opening for.

“Poclock is when the show starts,” the message read. I spent some time trying to decode this. Was he pulling my leg? Was this a reference to something? Was I thinking too much into this? I got so wrapped up in those few seconds trying to figure out his meaning that I completely missed who he said he was opening for.  I’m not sure at what point we agreed on this next plan, but Eddie stated he wanted to get together on Sunday to do some finishing work on a 5 track EP we’d been working on for the last few months.


 A day or so later, I received another message online, this one from Southland Music Line’s Johnny Cole. He said he and longtime photographer and friend, Stephen Anderson, were heading to Louisiana that Saturday night to a joint I had never heard before to see some rootsy blues music in the form of The Jericho Road Show.  He asked if I would like to join in on the travels to which I enthusiastically agreed. I had never heard The Jericho Road Show in action, but a reputation had been established in my mind from previous discussions I’d had with Johnny and Andy. I was most certainly ready to hear them out.  Still better yet, we would go on to discuss making a stop at the Irish Coast Pub again that Saturday night around midnight to catch the end of Rosco Bandana who was set to play with Moonhawk.

Between Eddie’s set Friday, our travels for Saturday night, and the recording work on Sunday afternoon, my weekend was pleasantly packed for an array of musical endeavors. I was still jazzed from my first ever trip to the Delta, where I explored the Cleveland area around Delta State University, looking for blues music, photography and good food. What better way to chronicle this coming weekend’s activities than with another photography blog.

I took some time mid-week to look over some of the most recent posts at The Southland Music Line to see what my comrades in journalistic affairs had been up to since we last spoke. Some of the articles I read included groups Delta Reign, Rosco Bandana, and a man labeled a “blues traditionalist” named Wes Lee (see article link below). This is the article that most caught my attention, as I am always looking for local musicians in tuned with the more fundamental elements of this genre. I made a mental note to inquire about these readings with Johnny later that weekend.

 Friday night. I sling my camera over my shoulder and head down the road listening to SOAD’s double album which I had just discovered had been sitting on my external hard drive instead of in my music library. For shame.  At the show, I sit at the currently uncrowded bar, order a beer, and make small talk with Ben Kaufmen. I don’t believe I’ve been to the Irish Coast Pub in almost two months, since I last played with the guys at the weekly Monday night jam.

 I ask Ben who the headliner is for tonight.

“Wes Lee,” he replies.  I am both surprised and tickled. It is funny how quickly the universe will bring such occurrences to your door without your knowing.

Eddie arrives and we tote his equipment and artwork to the front of the building. I’m tasked with taping up a display board and arranging an assortment of pictures and albums. The music begins and I hover about getting some shots and speaking to familiar faces here and there. About half way through the set, I am standing in the back where the music and scope of the bar is optimal. I see Wes Lee come around to the bar’s end. I introduce myself and we spark up a conversation about blues music. It takes me very little time to deduce Wes’s connection to one of the oldest forms of American music. It was a discussion worthy of a podcast, which lead us to look into future possibilities in the fall for a dedicated recording. I will post more details on this as it develops.
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Just after nine, Wes Lee took to the stage with his own stomp box style floor board and a series of resonator guitars. His opening tracks confirmed my previous belief that he was a true disciple of traditional blues music. His slide work was most notable, as he tapped away in his boots atop the wooden floor board before him. Belting out a variety of originals and classics by greats such as Son House, he proved he had thoroughly developed his skills as a seasoned guitarist, making the complexities of such a powerful art form look effortless as he transitioned from one song to another. I took a series of shots, faster than usual, and took a seat at one of the front row tables to observe an impressive display of old school blues. 
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Ben Kaufmen peers through the looking glass as Eddie Dixon plays on in the background
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Open Mic Monday host Diggs Darcey freezes in the headlights of my camera
In our conversation prior, Wes had made mention that is always interesting how individuals of like-minded interest and intentions find one another in their respective journeys to know more about any one given subject. The statement was no more self-evident than when I sat by watching this set, a performance that showed years of attention to detail in understanding some of the oldest principles of American blues music.
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Little did I know are paths would be more entwined than I expected. I had told Wes I would be travelling into Louisiana tomorrow night to experience more blues music in the company of the Southland Music Line. He asked the name of the joint I was going to. I confessed I did not know for sure. “Is it Birdie’s Roadhouse?” He asked, but I couldn’t recall, admitting that I had pretty much just jumped at the chance to go somewhere interesting. After his first set, Wes stepped out to break and talk to patrons. Just as I was about to retire for the night, Johnny Cole arrived on the scene. I found him talking to Wes out back and approached him to say hello and get details for our trip out of town the following day. I asked him what the name of the establishment we were going to was called. Birdie’s Roadhouse was the reply.

I turned to Wes Lee. “Isn’t that the place you said earlier?”

“Maybe,” he returned with a grin.

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Saturday evening came quickly. I had all the needed travel essentials on hand and was looking forward to another night of music. At four thirty me, Johnny, and Andy were on the road for an area just north from Bogalusa, Louisiana, between the towns of Varnado and Angie. This is where we found this lovely sign.
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Only a few minutes later did we arrive at Birdie’s Roadhouse. A bar that appeared to be a house at one time, sitting along the side of the road not far off from the thick of the woods. The outside’s simple design of white walls with a medium size work of art painted on the buildings west side gave little hint as to what to expect of its interior. I took a few shots and then followed Johnny and Andy up the old steps and entered through the main door.
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Once you step into Birdie’s itself, you feel like an old, handed down secret is being reviled to you. Whereas the outside is plain and unassuming, the inside is rich with history, preserved through the many pictures and artworks that adorn the walls. The framed pictures were the most noticeable. On both sides of the wall, the pictures were positioned from floor to ceiling at some points. On the right, musicians took up all the space. On the left, an assortment of random pictures. I couldn’t help but notice among the predominately faded or all together colorless photos was an exceptionally beautiful young girl in purple, smiling to all those in passing. This photo would prove relevant in the future. Gazing up to the ceiling, one can see names engraved into the wood with various colors of chalk. I’m told a ladder is required to do so. Besides this, all kinds of décor filled the bar, as can be seen in the included photos.

On top of all this, Wes Lee smiles from the stage as he sets up his equipment for the night’s performance in The Jericho Road Show.

“You did say Birdie’s Roadhouse didn’t you?” I asked in jest.

“Yeah, I guess I did.”
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In our first few minutes of being there, I was introduced to the additional two musicians who would be performing tonight, both of whom I had been told about in past conversations with Johnny Cole. Libby Rae Watson and Rambling Steve Gardner were beaming as they prepared their own equipment alongside Lee, as the three converged to make the Jericho Road Show outfit. 

While the band prepared, we decided to step into the back room, just passed the narrow bar, to a small dining area where food from the back kitchen was served. Fried green tomatoes topped with gulf shrimp and house sauce appeared to be the top seller, but I had my eye on the baked potato soup with cracker toast (a term I made up) and fruit on the side (a pineapple slice with cherries on top). I placed my order in with Mrs. Sandy, the daughter of the original Birdie. She proclaimed the soup was indeed worth the order and sold me with its description.  Within minutes, we were dinning in the main room next to the stage and all very happy about it.
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The show began and so did the stories, friendly banter, and comical exchanges.  Combined, the three put out an array of old timey blues and folk numbers, switching instruments between tunes, along with roles as to who would take lead or sing on the next song. The small crowd attentively watched as Andy and I moved about looking for shots. I had a particularly difficult time working out the lighting in the building, which was on the dimmer side, making shots without a flash more challenging. The windows are blocked off, no doubt to keep the old house cooler, and what light does exist emits from multi colored Christmas lights, neon signs, and the like.
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From left to right-Libby Rae Watson, Wes Lee, and Rambling Steve Gardner
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Johnny Cole listens as Steve Gardner recounts a comical story in between sets
As we sat listening, Johnny pointed out a young woman behind the bar who had not been around until just recently it seemed. He told me she was Mrs. Sandy’s daughter, the granddaughter of Birdie, who carried on the same nickname. After a few songs, I approached Birdie to pick her brain on the history of the establishment. She told me a little bit about her family’s history and how she now helps her mother run the bar following a temporary shutdown a few years previously. She claimed Birdie’s Roadhouse was a New Orleans style bar for the Angie and Varnado areas. A place where people can come to be themselves and enjoy good music, friends, and food.  The music, a major staple here, goes from Thursday to Saturday nights with the opening mic kicking off on Thursday. This has been talked about as a special night as famous musicians in the past have dropped in unannounced to perform in this special bar.


She pointed to the two separate walls covered with photography. “That’s the wall of fame and the other one is the wall of shame,” she stated with a laugh. The famed wall was the one consisting of all the musicians, many of which had performed at Birdie’s themselves. A large picture of Buddy Guy in particular caught my attention.  My mind went back to the girl in purple on the opposite wall. Now talking to Birdie face-to-face, I realized it could only be her. I pointed to the picture and asked if it was her. She confirmed my assumption. “You’re on the wall of shame?” I asked jokingly. “What’s up with that?”

As we talked, a crowd seemed to develop out of nowhere. Suddenly, the small house seemed even smaller as the narrow walkway between the wall and the bar became swamped with patrons, some sitting, others standing. I was told later that this was a golf group of some kind, all piling in from the day’s outdoor activities. From my view point, I could see my seat up near the front by Johnny was being eyed by newcomers, my equipment still resting on the table. I decided it was time to make my way back. Though it was only ten feet away, it took me almost a minute to get there. Seated comfortably again, I watched the remainder of the set before the group took another break. Our trio decided to move along to catch the Rosco Bandana midnight showing at the Irish Coast Pub. It was already past eleven, so we would only be able to catch the last few minutes with any luck. We all collected together to talk for a time before saying our farewells and departing. Johnny, Andy, and I made our way back to the bar register to square away or tabs. Me being last, I thanked Mrs. Sandy for the soup recommendation and the chance to experience such an interesting place. I told her I looked forward to coming back someday and Mrs. Sandy, sweetheart that she was, kissed me on the cheek, gave a warm hug and bid me safe travels.
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Within no time at all, we were back in Gulfport at The Irish Coast Pub. Rosco Bandana was nearing the end of their set, so Stephen Anderson and I began shooting away. After the set, I caught up with a few members of the band, including Zach Fellman, Jackson Weldon, and Jason Sanford. It was already after one in the morning, so we decided to call it quits for the night. Back home, I fell asleep in no time.
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Zech Fellman alternates between keys and sax as the night reaches its peak. On left, Robby Amonett paints the scene over the course of the entire show.
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Frontman Jason Sanford embraces blues guitarist and Monday open mic regular Tim Murphy as the night closes.
The next day proved to be an equally good one. I spent time catching up with family and friends before heading out to meet up with Eddie Dixon. Over the course of several hours, we worked out some final touches to tracks “Keep Me Outta Touch” and “Baby You Gotta Be” before breaking for the evening. While I was there, he gave me a listen to a song he had produced in collaboration with Jason Sanford only a few days ago. A soulful tune that felt like a nice departure from other works I’d heard by Sanford, but still retaining key elements that make his songs unique to him.

Meanwhile, in Ocean Springs, the second annual “Feed the Need Fish Fry” was taking place at the Government Street Grocery, featuring music by Grayson Capps and Corky Hughes, Cary Hudson, Blackwater Brass, Jason Sanford and Jackson Weldon, and Paul Kirkland. This was an all-day charity event to raise money for local soup kitchens in the area. Johnny Cole reported Feed the Need as success, with a strong turnout and solid performances by all artists present. Hopefully, the event will see continued success in the years to come and be afforded the chance to help more of those in need. Will definitely try to make it out next year!

This concludes my Weekend Music Roundup for July 31. I have a lot of gratitude to give for my activities these last few days. Thanks to Johnny Cole and Stephen Anderson for including me in the trip to Birdies. Thanks to Birdies for keeping great music alive and being such a nice group of people to hang with. 

Thanks to Wes Lee for talking blues with me and performing, along with Libby Raw Watson and Rambling Steve Gardner, who also deserve praise for preserving blues heritage. Special thanks to my pal Eddie Dixon, who is as talented as a musician as he is a producer, and has always made our work together enjoyable and fun. Most importantly, he is a hell of a good friend. Lastly, thanks to everyone who helped out or performed at the Feed the Need event. Although I was not present at the time, I commend the positive actions that undoubtedly lead to a great deal of good being produced.

A new podcast is coming soon. In fact, plans are being worked out for a recording this weekend of August 7th. In the meantime, feel free to give CNP #50 with Will Lammons a listen if you haven’t already. It was a great recording and made for the perfect two year anniversary of The Coastal Noise Podcast. If you enjoyed this article, consider checking out my first delta trip photography blog. Please support the show by giving a like or sharing with others. If you have a travel suggestion for me, I’m always looking for somewhere else to take pictures and write about. The tracks me and Eddie have been working on will most likely be posted in the music page soon. Its almost time to get rid of those old, raw home recordings that have been hanging around for a year now. Feedback of these would be hugely appreciated, and if we get some shows rolling in the near future, we would love to have you. To stay up to date on all things new at Coastal Noise, be sure to follow along with me or the website on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Youtube. Until next time.

 Stefan


Related Links: 

The Southland Music Line 
Wes Lee: A True Disciple of the Blues – A Homecoming to a Listening Crowd
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