I'm always happy to review King Clarentz because he's a hell of a showman.He is probably the only one that I can think of who still does country blues ala Sun House, Robert Johnson and John Lee Hooker.His music evokes memories of bluesmen who liked to sell their souls to the devil as well as juke joints and barrelhouses-minus the whiskey and smoke.(Of course, you wouldn't have seen a bunch of damned white people.)
Other than the weather affecting the strings on his National and a lousy soundman, it sounded pretty good(I couldn't hear two of the harp players that sat in, and when they did turn the sound up on the third harp player, it still wasn't audible enough.)
There was the usual ambience of Blues Society of the Ozarks picnic-a pot luck, a drawing,barbecues, lawn chairs, memorabilia sales and a dog that wouldn't stay away from Clarentz and the equipment.And what BSO event would be complete without the usual the usual charm of some of the long time members:
Hmmm...I've heard that BSO has had trouble attracting new members.I can't imagine why.Their charm is exceeded only by their good looks:
Clarentz played his usual crowd-pleasers like "Pea Vine Whistle" and "Bed Spring Boogie".Despite the fact that Clarentz and one of the harmonica players were in a different key(What the hell?Most of the people probably couldn't tell the difference anyway), it rocked my socks(they were white too.)
I left early so I could go some place to find some real people, but it didn't happen.I went in search of my soul and found that I had it all along.What the hell am I talking about? I should edit that crap out.
If you want to lose the blues, go to the BSO picnic/jam every third Sunday of the month.If you want to prevent getting the blues, avoid some of the members, particularly the guy with the bad mullet and the mustache.He has issues.
But then again, Isn't that a prerequisite for joining the Blues Society of the Ozarks in the first place?
One never knows, do one?
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