I'm lucky in that the music I like best and the artists I most respect are not the huge arena and stadium types. I am a lyrics man first. Whether it be wit and cleverness or simply stunning wordsmith I greatly admire a musician than can turn a phrase, create a visual, or spin a good story in only a few minutes. there is no genre that does this better than Texas Country. Red Dirt. Y'allternative. I've heard all these terms used to describe the music I'm talking about.
Americana. Folk. Southern rock. And traditional country. These are the ingredients behind most Texas country. is ay most because really it can be anything that works. There is a freedom and rebellious nature behind this mostly independent and lesser known studio artists. They experiment. Create original sounds and songs. At times actively shun the mainstream. I like and respect that. I incorporated some of this attitude in my upcoming novel, TWISTED ROADS.
While rewriting the book and creating Lucas's character I listened to many such artists, but perhaps none as much as Mike McClure. The song, Haunt Me No More particularly spoke to me and my muse.
So when I heard Mike McClure was playing at a little dive bar down on Old Route 66 I had to go listen to him play. I enjoyed the show but wow was that the weirdest collection of people I've seen gathered in a while.
None more strange this this guy who decided to launch into a game of charades right int he middle of the concert.
Then there was the 70's throwback with his groovy wristband.
Now I like my beer as much as the next guy, and being a rather hairy fellow of substantial girth, I do my share of perspiring, but never have my paws gotten so wet, I couldn't hold onto me Shiner. Should that occur, perhaps I too will adopt the beer wrist band as a way to preserve every last drop of my beverage.
Then there was this guy. His peculiar actions made me video tape him as my immediate though was ... this is great blog fodder.
Concert charades? I'm sure you've all played. I sure hope that is his wife and I haven't unwittingly become a homeworker in the name of humor.
There was the girl with the odd spots on her exposed breasts. The gal with the super power wedgie from hell, a trio of robust women all wearing the same baby blue shirts, the tequila shooting gyrater with the lungs of an elephant, and a pair of I'm-Here-With-My-Sugar-Daddy-ers. I have pictures but in the name of good taste or at least better taste have opted not to post them. Take my word, there were some odd folks present that night.
I will leave y'all with another of my favorite Mike McClure creations ... OUTLAWS PRAYER
7 comments:
OK! Guy doing charades with wandering hands... that better be someone he knows. LOL!!!
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I like alt-country too. "Y'allternative country" made me laugh. I find people are getting very weird and annoying at live music venues too, no matter how sedate the concert (like classical). I'm this close to just staying home and saying to hell with it all.
It's no wonder you are a lyrics man....that's what I notice first too. Go figure.
Lana and I went to see a great solo musician ourselves this weekend. He played an amazing Ukalale. I know that sounds weird but it really was amazing.
The last time I was at a show that loud was July 27th 1979 and that was Santana and The Stones 2 hits of mescaline and an ounce of weed. that was a trippin show.
It just occurred to me the last time I was in a bar like that was 1989 and it ended with a fully fractured ankle. I did ok with two but I couldn't see the third guy I was playing bar fight charades with. *sigh* The good old days.
But I have an answer for your sweat soaked hands...mechanics gloves, not only do they look cool with Snap On or Matco on them or you could just get the rubber ones at the parts store.
Those are great clips! Thanks for sharing them!
Sometimes I wished I was a little more odd in appearance. I'm the extremely boring guy at the bar. Blink and you won't remember. I appreciate that craziness and odd characters and throwbacks. God bless 'em. And that music. What I grew up on a couple thousand miles away in New York.
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