Music by Matt Putnam, Massachusetts singer/songwriter
Vocals, guitar, harmonica
When the history of C.B. O'Hanley's open mikes is written and chronicled in, like, the great open mike history in the sky, this here open mike will be writ large. I'm currently in negotiations to syndicate reruns.
Thanks to all the regulars and occasional drop-ins who came and played. Special thanks to Jeff Garber for running sound—and for just running around in general.
Here, in case we get any inquiries from the History Channel, is the official archive of Tuesday night performers. They came from all walks of life, and there were some heavy hitters.
Return engagements: Just the Two of Us • Dick Webb • Jeff Garber
Rich plays piano with the Fat City Band. Someone with his pedigree should have a huge head, but he's completely down-to-earth. He dropped in with his accordion and lent a Cajun flavor to—uh, whatever it was I was playing.
"Ain't Nobody's Business What I Do," sang Chris, and everybody had business enjoying his entire set. A great singer with impeccable taste and delivery.
Branson, as it turns out, is a guitarist's guitarist, and he played extended, textured instrumentals in the vein of Michael Hedges. This after hustling me ("gee, I hope I'm good enough to play here!"). Then there was the song about the town drunk....
If you think Jeff is "just" a great mandolin player, think again: he treated us to a rare showcase of original songs from his own unique perspective. Most memorable line: "You may think I'm crazy...well, I am."
These guys came in with their early 60's vintage Fender gear and rocked the joint with tunes like "Swingeroo Joe" and "She Was Bred in Old Kentucky (But She's Just a Crumb Up Here)." According to their press kit, they toured for years as "The Original Two-Man Quartet," and they've been through three drummers.
Return engagements: Just the Two of Us • Dan Emery • Clancy O'Brien • Fran DeCoste
Meh... a slow night, lots of rain. But you know what? It was a great night just the same!
God bless him, Dan came back, bull fiddle and amp in tow, and played all night long for art's sake.
Guitarist extraordinaire Sven dropped in. He swore he was just here for a social visit. But once he got a load of the Telecaster I'd schlepped to the gig, he just couldn't restrain himself. So there he was, ripping up 100% improvised instrumentals, which Dan Emery accompanied flawlessly.
Just like I said. It's such a pleasure to hear a couple of really good musicians connect and work seamlessly together.
Return engagements: Just the Two of Us • Ted Haley • Clancy O'Brien • Keith Muise • John Stebbens • Dick Webb
Dan came in with his stand-up bass, and jumped in with several other players during the evening, adding perfect vocal harmonies as well. Dan is a killer player and singer, and he performs regularly as a member of Maxwell Stinger.
Now, about the picture: unfortunately, Dan was displaced on the tiny stage by the footprint of his instrument and rig, and we never got a decent photo of him. Dan, if you're out there, my apologies. I know your friend took some shots of you from the side—could you send me one?
He appeared once again, sang like an angel from Heaven, then vanished into the mist. Who is this mysterious stranger?
Listen to Clancy O'Brien weave his magic
Return engagements: Been There, Done That • Matt Cianci • Chris Fresco • Just the Two of Us • John Stebbens
Keith decided to come in and rock the joint for a while, which he did with great prowess. He's coming back with a vengeance.
A nice turnout with performers and listeners in abundance. The old stalwarts were around, of course (there was a strange character wearing a Mexican hat and carrying a fiddle with broken strings; turns out it was Bob Winslow)—plus a healthy dose of new talent. New to C.B. O'Hanley's, anyway....
Ted started things off and lit a fire, Serving up authoritative originals and covers in a powerful voice. Later he added harmonies to Chris Frasco's "Wonderwall" and "I Shot the Sheriff."
This was Matt's first time performing in public, and he acquitted himself royally. He played some of his own songs with flair and passion. This is what the Open Mic should be about!
Chris, who teaches at Mockingbird Music in Mansfied, performed some driving, intense original music in a contemporary acoustic style. He's gotta come back!
Listen to 15 Days Single performed live by Chris Frasco (Words and music ©2006 Chris Frasco)
Plymouth's own Matt Whipple served up originals and more with polished fingerpicking and a buttery baritone to die for. When I requested some Dylan, did he trot out "Knockin' on Heaven's Schwartz"? No, he floored me with a stately, wrenching "Boots of Spanish Leather."
No-nonsense, rootsy Americana in a Hank Williams-meets-Grateful Dead vein. Sam's making the Southeastern Mass. scene, and he learned about the Open Mic from a flyer I had posted in the North Attleboro Guitar Center—which means I can "expense" the gas it took me to drive there!
Lots of "regulars," plus these new faces:
Rick, a singer-songwriter of renown, (he's had songs recorded by Peter, Paul and Mary) is the host of his own Wednesday Open Mic at the Narrows in Fall River. He graced us with some of his own beautifully-crafted original. Pearls before swine, if you ask me!
Fran can start a party anywhere he goes, and he did it right here at C.B. O'Hanley's. He's a true showman who performs old and new tunes.
All the "regulars," plus this bit of serendipity:
This was impromptu pairing that really worked. Paul and Bob challenged each other with one new song after another, heavily in the rock vein.
Quality, not quantity. Not at all bad for the day after Labor Day weekend! "Just the Two of Us," Michael Douglas, John Stebbens, and "Been There, Done That" turned out—plus a new performer:
Guy did a spellbinding set of tunes. My own favorite was "First Girl on the Moon."
It's always a good thing when Rob pops in. He's got hundreds of tunes at his fingertips.
A big old crowd came out to end the summer season...
Mark did some fingerpicked blues with muscle. I loved his treatment of Little Walter's "Mellow Down Easy," one of my favorite harmonica tunes. Mark made it rock without a harp.
Joanne graced us with a set of balladry drawn from the best in contemporary acoustic music, including Alison Kraus and Greg Brown— delivered in a voice so pure that I didn't want it to end.
Amy and Bill Lyons held court again as only they can. Their newest song was in observance of the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Extreme Honorable Mention™ for Bill's shirt, an showcase of sartorial splendor.
She came back! And she did "Summertime" again, along with other powerhouse tunes, accompanied by Mr. Mark T. Small. The word "whoah!" comes to mind.
Wow—another hot blues player, with a satin voice to boot. Highlight of Russ' set: Big Bill Broonzy's "Hey, Hey," the lyrics of which run: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, baby, hey." There's still a raging debate as to whether it was actually written by Shakespeare or Ben Johnson.
Another man on a blues mission, Dave drove all the way from Ashland to grace our humble Open Mic. He played some down-home Mississsippi tunes, among them the story of Stack O'Lee (Stagger Lee). So happens I had recently played alongside him at the Sunday blues jam at Hajjar's in Weymouth—I remember standing with my jaw dropped for twenty minutes; Dave is a killer electric guitarist.
Dick drops by fairly regularly to sing and pick—with authority—the sort of blues/folk/ragtime/bluegrassy tunes that can make you drive off the road if you're not careful.
Tom came in and plugged his blue guitar into a customized, double-secret effects rig. Before anyone could say "half-priced appetizers," we were treated to "She Belongs to Me" (that's an old Dylan tune, if I gotta explain) accompanied by a pipe organ and a choir of angels. It only got better after that.
I still can't believe it: the Dean Himself came in, and thereby put this little old Open Mic on the map. Vic can do it all and has done it all; a special treat tonight was some ripping slide guitar.
Michael lives to sing and loves to sing. We did some Eagles tunes again, only because I lacked the mental wherewithal to arrive at something new. I'll work on it!
Elizabeth came down without her musical partner/spouse Dave, so I accompanied her on the geetar. She sang sweetly on John Prine's "Angel from Montgomery", Robert Johnson's "Malted Milk", and Sippie Wallace's "Women Be Wise." That's Dave in the picture, but you can pretend it's me.
Bob's been cooling his heels in the audience for many weeks now, but tonight, the muse struck him again. He broke out his keyboard and launched into one of his trademark, improvised-on-the-spot medleys of pop/rock tunes spanning the last forty years. This is a man who puts his heart and soul into every note.
More new performers—at least new to C.B. O'Hanley's...
What a treat it was to hear Mike. He's a Taunton guy who's been playing in New England for many years, and is a virtuoso guitarist with a velvet voice. He performed some of his hypnotic originals, along with Jerry Reed's "Amos Moses". When's the last time you heard that?
Mike came down to sing the roof off a bunch of Eagles tunes to the professionally competent accompaniment of local guitarist Matt Putnam. Mike's been singing for quite some time, and has the voice to prove it. Hope he comes back!
Don came all the way up from Fall River to grace us with some of his intense original songs. He's a crack guitar player as well. Come back again, Don. We need more like you.
This mysterious Hibernian raconteur commandeered the stage and had the room spellbound with song and story for a good fifteen minutes, then vanished into the night. If anyone out there knows Clancy's whereabouts, or how we can contact him, please let us know.
It was bound to happen sooner or later: I forgot to bring my damn camera. The usual gang was here, along with one new performer— Kevin Osborne, who delivered a rocking set of everything from Green Day to Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street" with some Guns 'n' Roses and Kinks for good measure, as well as a nice original tune. So, Kevin, my apologies for not getting your picture up. Now you'll have to come back!
What a night. We had a dramatic influx of new faces, and they all played and sang their hearts out.
First Dennis came in, then Ken, and finally Harry of the Resonators. Soon it was apparent that this was a set-up. They commandeered the stage and proceeded to rip through some red hot bluegrass, joined by #1 Resonator Dick Webb on banjo. Left to right, it's Ken on dobro, Dennis on guitar, and Ken on guitar. Don't try to find Dick; he's sitting offstage with his banjo.
The awesome power of point-of-purchase advertising was proven when Paul stopped in solely because he saw the Open Mic listing on the sign in front of CBO's. We're lucky he decided to join us. Paul played some of his own thoughtful, melodic tunes, then surprised everyone with "It Never Rains in Southern California."
Man, if you only could have heard Monica singing "Summertime." But wait—thanks to the magic of the Internet (©1998 Al Gore), you can—just click the link below. I simply can't find any adjectives to do Monica justice. All I can say is, I hope she decides to come back soon.
Listen to Summertime performed live by Monica Ambroziak
Kevin decided to come out and play some mandolin before he was to return to Ireland the following morning. He gamely accompanied me on a couple of Irish tunes, then put me to the ultimate test with a reel. Let's just say I was left reeling.
The beginning of a merciless heat wave in New England couldn't keep the faithful Just the Two of Us away, nor the indefatigable Bob Winslow, nor furious picker John Stebbens. We also had a welcome surprise:
The first stand-up comedian (is it PC to say "comedienne" any more?) to come to the Open Mic, Laura spent twenty years as a bond trader, then gave it up for her true passion, comedy. She touched on her childhood in Dorchester, bad bosses, sadistic nuns, and a few other hot-button topics.
Extreme Honorable Mention to John Stebbens for deciding to thoroughly baffle Jeff Garber by inviting him to join in on mandolin, then ripping through five blazing key changes. One of these days, John will be arrested for speeding.
Listen to Tennessee Stud performed live by John Stebbens
CBO's was all abuzz when two black SUVs pulled up out front, and a phalanx of Secret Service agents barged in through the fire exit. In a flash, they dispersed themselves around the bar area, inspecting every corner. The door flew open again, and in walked none other than President Bush, surrounded by more bodyguards. He strode purposefully onto the stage, then presented Bill and Amy Lyons—"Just the Two of Us"—with the 2006 Open Mic Lifetime Service Award. "In times of worldwide strife around the world," he said, "it is indeed comforting to know that music, which is good, is an immutable enterprise. And one person who is really immutable is Bill and Amy." The President politely declined Brad's offer of a free shot of Jamison's, then beat a hasty retreat.
Listen to Leaky Roof Blues performed live by Just the Two of Us (Words and music ©2006 Bill and Amy Lyons)
A lotta fun this evening. And just to think, you may have missed it.
Open Mic Distinguished Professors Bill and Amy Lyons coaxed their friends Elizabeth and Dave Hanson—professionally known as "Been There, Done That", all the way from Plymouth (Massachusetts, not England). They specialize in traditional folk tunes (and more) rendered in a tasteful, guitar-rich manner. "Summertime" was a highlight. Let's hope they come back!
We've been imploring Toni for the longest time to break her guitar out and join the proceedings. Tonight, she decided to join "Just the Two of Us" on vocals for a spirited rendition of "The Wild Rover." That's a good start, Toni. Now, when's the guitar going to make an appearance?
Tim performs on his own and in a duo with Mike Roche. He debuted tonight with an excellent set of balladry—old and new—with freshness, strength and style.
Mike gets Extreme Honorable Mention™for pitching in on harmonica and vocals with Tim.
Another new face—we love new faces! Cliff patiently waited for his slot, having signed near the end of the list. His thoroughly entertaining set revealed a clear Norman Blake influence and spark. Come back again, Cliff!
Extreme Honorable Mention™ for Chuck Ochs' new resonator guitar, which he played lap-style, for a bottleneck "Red Rooster." Oh yeah, Honorable Mention for Chuck as well!
Listen to Trouble In Mind performed live by Chuck Ochs
Extreme Honorable Mention for Jeff, who succumbed to public pressure and gave us a couple of his one-of-a kind originals at the end of the night. One song chronicled the trials and tribulations of puppy-raising (I couldn't identify with it—I suppose it's like child-rearing, but with newspapers.) He had people howling, in a good way.
Tonight, there were no first-timers, just a gang of old-timers and Mike Roche the second-timer. Third time's a charm, Mike!
A pretty hot night, even with the AC cranked. Familiar faces were out in force: Just the Two of Us, Chris Botelho, extreme picker John Stebbens, and the unstoppable Bob Winslow, with his trademark passionate readings of classic rock on keyboard. Tiffany and Hillary Rozenas tore the place up with hot Celtic fiddle, and The Resonators patched it back up. Blues master Chuck Ochs returned, enticed by the promise of a TV-free open mike. And—to put the icing on the cake—another new face appeared:
Mike—a junior at Holy Cross—gave a captivating, soulful performance, focusing on traditional ballads. I can't help but comment on his resemblance to a young Bob Dylan. Sorry, Mike, but hey—it's better than looking like the old Bob Dylan.
Tiffany is a Celtic fiddler and a rising star in the fiddling community, whose resume belies her age. She usually performs with her dad Bronie accompanying on guitar. Tonight's family outing had the place electrified, and was a refreshing change from the usual guitar-centric offerings.
No, I haven't used the same photo twice. Hillary is an excellent fiddler in her own right, and she gave her a sister a run for her money in her own "set within a set," also accompanied by her proud pop. Note his look of concentration. I've tried to play guitar along with this type of music, and it ain't easy!
"Blues-grass" is the label that The Resonators apply to their rompin', stompin', old-timey, up-to-date, bluegrass/blues/ragtime, good time music. Founder Dick Webb and his cohorts have been playing this O Brother, Where Art Thou music since long before the Coen brothers learned to play PacMan.
C. B. O'Hanley's was closed in observance of Independence Day. So where was I?
There I was, on the front steps of Bridgewater State College, on the hottest, most humid day of the year, as a guest of Bridgewater Celebrates—the annual July 4th parade/arts festival. Also on hand, playing solo, was the great Mike Higgins.
Long-suffering Jeff Garber performed music with his partner, ran sound, and ran the whole show while I was inhaling lobster and beer in Maine. I'm going to have to get all the details from Jeff now that I'm finally getting serious about updating the Open Mic page again.
Sometimes, you just don't get a new face, and those that do make a big difference, for which I'm grateful. Just the Two of Us continued their residency, Chris Botelho graced us with more beautiful original tunes and honkin' Ray Davies covers, and John Stebbens popped in to demonstrate how real pickin' is done. Rob Dragunas popped in to blaze away on guitar. Then, in a flash of blinding light, a motorcycle pulled up front, upon which was perched my old pal...
Craig weaves his own magic wherever he goes, and he did it again tonight. Check him out at the Hillside Pub in Canton, O'Leary's in Brookline, Brennan's in Easton, and a bunch of other places.
The core group was on hand, as well as:
Extreme Honorable Mention™ for Bob—tonight he broke out his guitar and played it with as much passion as he does his keyboard. This time he focused on heavy surf music. Bob loves, and plays, all genres of music.
Sean performs regularly at O'Hanley's (he runs the Saturday afternoon Sessun, too), as well as other places. He's an entertainer's entertainer, delivering Irish and American tunes in a powerful clear voice. He's the only guy that didn't need a microphone back when O'Hanley's was all-acoustic (with no amplification).
It was "all go" tonight. Things got off to a bizarre start when I found myself performing to unsolicited accordion accompaniment (it would have been nice if we'd both been playing the same song). With my customary professionalism, I stopped playing, threw the guitar down, and dragged the interloper up to play solo. Amy and Bill were visited by a multitude of cousins from Florida (sounds like a Beverly Hillbillies plot summary, doesn't it?). Bob Winslow came back to wreak more havoc on his defenseless portable keyboard. Then, another surprise guest joined the usual suspects:
Erin is a New York-based singer-songwriter wending her way through Canada and Massachusetts en route to parts unknown (probably back to New York again). She performed some of her powerful originals, then teamed up with me later on to show off her abilities as a lead guitarist. You can listen to some of Erin's songs here.
Rich, the aforementioned accordionist, manned Bill Lyon's own accordion (which Bill had run home to fetch) to grace us with a scintillating set of jigs and reels (he is, after all, from Dublin). It's rumored that Rich will be back again.
More surprise return visitors joined the "usuals": Bridgewater's own Garry Coole came back to deliver an impressive set of sophisticated guitar and vocals. Bill Davis hauled in his keyboard again; I hope he keeps this habit up. Dick Webb came by to add even more gravitas, and Freddy K. made a return visit from the big city of Quincy. One of his new songs was inspired by a conversation he'd had with Chuck Ochs during his first visit, thereby illustrating the folk process.
You have to see Bob in action to believe him. He came in with a tiny, portable Yamaha keyboard, and proceeded to bash it to pieces as it lay on his lap, improvising a wildly eclectic instrumental medley that included everything from an Irish jig to Paul McCartney's "My Love" ("and when I go awaaaaaay..."). He's been playing in the area a long time, and I've somehow missed him until now. We've been begging him to bring in his full-size keys. Time will tell.
Rob has dropped in a few times, but tonight was the first time we were able to drag him onstage. Turns out that he, like so many ostensible wallflowers, is a powerful vocalist and a real hot-shot guitarist. He has his own band, but logistics, so far, have prevented them from coming en masse on a Tuesday night. We can only hope...
Regulars, return engagements (Dick Webb, Chris Botelho, Garry Coole, John Stebbens), and another new face...
Tom was reeled in by Amy and Bill, and if they're expecting some kind of finders' fee, they'll have to be patient with me. Tom played and sang original tunes and covers in a rich, sophisticated style that's reminded me of Chet Atkins and Chuck Berry by turns. If I'm completely out of the ballpark with these references, Tom, let me know, and I'll think harder and re-write my essay. Anyhow, he'll definitely be back!
The regular crew welcomes another new face:
Gideon, from England by way of Quincy, sang some soulful originals mixed with a couple of tastefully-rendered covers (always nice to hear someone under the age of sixty carrying the Beatles torch!). Gideon is a solo artist as well as a producer/mix master. We hope he makes it back here soon.
Listen to Norwegian Wood performed live by Gideon Gray
If the Beatles organization comes after me for posting this, I'll have lost faith in humanity.
More surprise return visitors joined the "usuals": Bridgewater's own Garry Coole came back to deliver an impressive set of sophisticated guitar and vocals. Bill Davis hauled in his keyboard again; I hope he keeps this habit up. Dick Webb came by to add even more gravitas, and Freddy K. made a return visit from the big city of Quincy. One of his new songs was inspired by a conversation he'd had with Chuck Ochs during his first visit, thereby illustrating the folk process.
Chris, of the Botelho Brothers, was a welcome addition, contributing warm vocals and tasteful guitar on heartfelt originals and covers. He's been performing around Southeastern Massachusetts for a long time. The Botehlo Brothers' CD got a great writeup in the Patriot Ledger.
John works at Central Music in Brockton, where a poster for the Open Mike is displayed in the window. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him, and he schlepped his Martin on down to West Bridgewater to rip through some stunning Doc Watson-style finger-picked and flatpicked bluegrass. He's threatened to return.
"The usual crowd was there," with a some notable exceptions: Bob Lloyd came back and set things on fire again, this time adding percussion. Peter Connors made good on his promise of a return visit, serving up another generous batch of contemporary acoustic rock. Dick Webb of the Resonators came back and had the place spellbound with his trademark "blues-grass." And then, there was:
In the true spirit of open mikes, Kevin decided on the spur of the moment to sing while I played U2's "One" and the ubiquitous "Brown-Eyed Girl". He tells us he'll be back to read some of his poetry. We're waiting, Kevin!
More new faces:
Bob came in and hustled us with a story about how he hasn't played for a while and was really nervous, then proceeded to blow the doors off with his powerful, clear voice and dangerous guitar chops. He's so good I hope he doesn't come back, but I'm afraid he will.
Some people think "oldies" means songs from the 70's. Bob Widdop's forte is early 20th century parlor tunes—the type that people sang in parlors back when people still sang at home. He's an entertainer with the Big Apple Circus, among his other varied pursuits. Bob also threw in a beautiful Dixie Chicks ballad for good measure, thereby crossing the century barrier.
Keeping things firmly in this century—and this minute—is what Peter Connors is about. He came in and played a barrelhouse set of contemporary music (he's got a ton of it) in a Dave Matthews vein, looking backward only briefly for the Counting Crows' "Rain King." His work has prevented him from playing much lately. I hope he gets the bug and comes back often.
In addition to our dependable crew of stalwart open mic-ers, we were graced by the presence of these newcomers, both of whom promised to make return trips:
In the grand tradition of musicians with anonymous last names comes Freddy K. from Quincy. He's a Boston rock veteran striking out on his own as a singer-songwriter, and he served up some scathing geopolitical commentary with a beat. How can you not like a guy who plays a red guitar with a fish decal on it?
Another celebrity drive-by. A shameless ringer, Dick has been shepherding The Resonators in their quest for jug band perfection for many years in New England. If you haven't heard their own brand of "blues-grass," you're missing something special. Dick channeled the spirit of Spider John Koerner, among others.
There's hidden talent everywhere you look. Carla decided on the spur of the moment to sing U2's "With or Without You" with me on guitar, and demonstrated some serious pipes—while I demonstrated a serious unfamiliarity with the tune, flailing away on an endless loop of I - VIm. She then decided to do the next number a cappella, as I didn't know that one either. She really rocked the place.
Bill's been playing in the area for a long time, and he holds the distinction of being the first open mic-er to bring in a keyboard. He surprised everyone with Leon Russell's driving piano part from Joe Cocker's "The Letter," and played an intense, eclectic set that got better by the minute. To top it all off, he grabbed my D-28 to finish up—which must have been a treat for him to play, as he only has a crummy old D-28, and everyone knows the old ones aren't any good.
Amy and Bill Lyons—the folk lions of Southeastern Massachusetts are officially open mic regulars now, and every week brings more surprises. The highlight this week was Amy's over-the-top rendition of "Don't Advertise Your Man," which is always good advice, unless you're on Craigslist.
Bridgewater's own Chuck Ochs expanded his Delta and country blues vocabulary by breaking out his banjo, which added to the down-home flavor. He's got the real stuff down cold.
Jeff broke out his guitar for the first time at the open mic, dispensing with his usual mandolin. He alternated some far-reaching cover songs with decidedly left-of-center originals. To call this set eclectic wouldn't do it justice. Let's just say that anyone who can sing Donovan's "Catch the Wind" and Chuck Berry's "My Ding-a-ling" in one sitting deserves wide renown. When the Open Mike Sidewalk of Fame is poured in front of C.B. O'Hanley's, Jeff's star will be first.
I still can't believe it: they came all the way from Hull. Tony sang and played some intricate leads over looped rhythm, using a pedal board he designed and built himself. Having only recently learned to play guitar using two hands myself, I'm envious of his skill. Rachel sang "Mercedes-Benz" a cappella while Tony drummed. How cool is that?
Garry is a fellow Bridgewater resident, and I met him for the first time Tuesday night. He played a bunch of compelling originals with a sophisticated jazz guitar style. I was able to identify a minor 9th—which I recognize from playing Van Morrison's "Moondance." Beyond that, he blinded me with science.
Amy and Bill Lyons—if you haven't run into them, you probably haven't been around Southeastern Massachusetts very long. They perform folk songs of every stripe and from every era, and their love of the music is evident in their performances. Plus, Amy and Bill are some of the nicest folks you'll meet.
Chuck is yet another Bridgewater guy that I'd never met prior to the Open Mike. He specializes in fingerpicked Delta and country blues. His version of Scrapper Blackwell's "Trouble Blues" is one of my personal favorites.
Sven showed up late and stepped up to the plate. I'm sure he'll be back. He grabbed erstwhile sound guy/mandolinist Jeff Garber to improvise some moody, Michael Hedges-type instrumentals. It's just amazing how many good guitar players are out there.
I wasn't able to get a shot of Craig the other before my brother John popped in and brought a camera for me. Everyone knows what Craig looks like, especially the girls.
I'm pleased as punch (anyone old enough to remember Hubert Humphrey will remember that expression) to report that the inaugural Open Mike Night at C. B. O' Hanley's brought out some of the area's best talent.
It's a given, of course, that my old friend and sometime partner Craig Carter would turn out.
Actually, it's not such a given. He came out on a work night to help me out with this Open Mike thing—his work makes him a very early riser—because that's the kind of guy he is. And he delivered a sparkling set that was topped off with my inspired harp playing on Pat Hare's version of Jimmy Rogers' blues staple "That's All Right" (we like to refer to Pat's version as "When I Woke Up This Morning Your Big Leg Was Gone").
Yep, I said "inspired." I'll dispense with my usual self-deprecating humor to say that "That's All Right" featured some damn good guitar and harmonica playing. If you were unlucky enough to have missed it, well, all I can say is: come on out one of these Tuesday nights when Craig and I are back in the zone.
Of course, the evening started on a high note with South Shore folk stalwarts Amy and Bill Lyons. They are a local treasure, and if you ever hear their song about the stay-at-home, job-challenged, TV-watching son, you'll fall down laughing.
The incredible Mike Delaney traveled all the way from the big city of Quincy to join us. He's one heck of a funny songwriter, and you must go to his Web site to hear his "1-800-CONFESS".
I met another great player the other night, and he was generous enough to come down and make the first Open Mike a success: Chuck Ochs. Chuck played some smoking Delta and Chicago blues, with some fetching slide on "Little Red Rooster." He was accompanied by mandolin maestro Jeff Garber, who's also had the arduous task of following my incomprehensible directions on my stream-of-consciousness gigs of late.
The night was capped off with Bill Mulligan and his new partners Rick and Bob, who still haven't settled on a name for the trio. "The Renegades" comes to mind. Or maybe "The Teen Explosion." Anyhow, they sounded great, and they pleased everyone.
But what we really need are some normal people to come out and play. Contact me if you need more specific details.