Cafe, OLE!
I just received the blues harp parts from my mate Jawbone over in Arkansas. They’re awesome, and I’ve set to work blending them into the track “Parrot Beach Cafe” today. He tells me that at around 3.15 am, Spanish time, Gil Franklin will be in the studio recording the guitar for the same track. I can’t begin to describe the buzz I’m getting from doing this!
I also have to do a mix of “Pass the biscuits” with Stef’s drums so he can have a listen, a lot of work done on the album but so much more ahead. As it takes shape, I find myself spurred on so much by the enthusiasm of others – Shelley for example, would like to contribute more violin – and I have just the track for it! Miki has been incredibly supportive about the project too, and will even feature on it as a French/Haitian voodoo queen! It all inspires me to create the best album I possibly can. When it’s finished it will be a testimony not only to the hours I’ve spent in the studio, but the support, help and friendship of so many others.
Kev Moore
Blue Odyssey update
Well, the new solo CD project is well underway, with ‘sketches’ taking shape of around 5 songs so far, including ‘Never get to Nashville’, ‘A Cellarful of Dreams’, ‘The Mississippi Prayer’, ‘Buttermilk Boogie’, ‘The Ghost of Bessie Smith’ and ‘Parrot Beach Cafe’.
With regard to Parrot Beach cafe, I’m delighted to announce that Jawbone and Gil Franklin will be contributing their own special brand of Arkansas blues to the track! Having witnessed their playing first hand, on blues harp and guitar respectively, at the cafe in the title of the track, I’m over the moon to have the chance for them to sprinkle a little ‘magic dust’ on my album, giving it an authentic local flavour!
Kev Moore
Parrot Beach Cafe – My new local!
Miki and I searched the newspapers and the internet looking for somewhere serving up good music on Saturday and discovered a place North of the river and West of Little Rock called The Parrot Beach Cafe. It advertised a Hope for Haiti benefit concert, raising money for Doctors without Borders, with a number of bands performing, starting at 3 pm.
When we finally found the place, it didn’t look like much was going on, and although it was 3 o’clock, it didn’t look like anyone would be playing anytime soon. But we were assured music would start around 4, and we left, promising to return later. I’m glad we did.
The five and a half hours following our return at 5pm were filled with great, honest and expertly delivered music from a variety of local performers, including “MC by default” Jawbone, who, as his name might suggest, plays a mean blues harp, and is possessed of a gravel rasp voice that delivers the songs in some style. His first set was with his wife Jolene accompanying him on guitar. Next on stage was The Swamp Donkey. He attacked his old National with a slide and a mean sense of humour delivering a great songs, abetted towards the end of his set by Jawbone. These guys were keeping it real.
A mention must also got to Vanessa and the staff at Parrot Beach. She had cooked up a great bowl of chilli and was giving out chilli dogs for all, not to mention hot popcorn. Not the biggest drinkers, we were installed at the bar alternating between endless cups of coffee and iced glasses of bud light. I guess we were the only non-locals there, but by the end of the night, we felt like we belonged, their hospitality was fantastic. A band featuring guitarist Gil Franklin took to the stage next, initially sporting the most beatifully aged Gibson 335 I’ve ever seen, but when he put his Strat through a Peavey Classic combo, he had a tone to die for. He sang a mean blues too, and I was pleased when he later got up with the Port Arthur Band – the house band at Parrot beach, for their set which followed. A special mention must also go to the drummer, who, dressed in a Led Zep ’71 tour shirt, played the kit in a distinctive and highly watchable style, totally into the gig, and right on the money.
The closing act was Big Red and the Soul Benders, as defined by their Big, red-haired singer. Their bass player kept the theme going , dressed head to toe in a bright red zoot suit, complete with red hat. He also played a graphite grey Fender precision lyte bass, which gave me pangs of regret for the identical one I’d had stolen many years before! Big Red herself was possessed of consummate professionalism, and more importantly, a helluva voice. Backed by a solid band, and once again Jawbone on blues harp, she was a fine closer for the show. At least, I think she closed the show, but we were flagging and left before the end, but it was no reflection on the performance. My guess is they jammed on into the night. We were so pleased to have happened upon this great venue full of warm, music-loving, generous people, who in the process of having a damn good time raised a very worthy sum for their cause.
The House band appear there every Thursday. If you ever have the good fortune to be in Little Rock, get yourself across the Arkansas river, head North on MacArthur, and prepare to be entertained.
Links you might enjoy: Parrot Beach Cafe
Kev Moore