A young lady at the Bleu Pub asked the Old Lady: “Is your son in the band?”
She seemed bewildered to hear that the Old Lady has no children and just came to hear the music.
“Besides,” cackled the Old Lady, “it would be more like my GRANDson.”
Blindfish opened the set, and OMG are these kids young! They all looked to the Old Lady to be no more than about twelve. But man, can these boys play!
Their songlist ran heavily to the Beatles and Pink Floyd, and they do more than passable covers of songs that the Old Lady has loved for decades. Fundamentals, she thought, tapping her foot. It’s just like the scales and Broadway show tunes she started out with in elementary school band. Learn well these old psychedelic rock licks, and let’s see where they go when they start to create their own music. The Old Lady can hardly wait.
A word about lead guitar Matt Mullis: he put more energy into Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Freebird” than the Old Lady has heard live lately. Watch this kid.
Balloon Assembly Line closed out the evening. The Old Lady is keeping an eye on Kelby Clark as he produces fresh and new material every time she seems him. The addition of Matt Mullis to the Balloon Assembly Lineup this night was particularly interesting.
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Fresh. New. This is what the Old Lady looks for in live music. And that’s why she listens to kids who could easily be her grandchildren… if she’d ever gotten around to having any.
Oh, and a word about the Bleu Pub in downtown Valdosta, Georgia: what a great venue for these performances. The wood-floor ceiling and distressed-brick walls give the place the comfortable feel of somebody’s basement rec room while concentrating the raw energy of these bands. The place was crowded and not really conducive to photography, and frankly the Old Lady was tired and not feeling terribly conducive herself. So, sorry, guys, no good pix.
* lyric by Graham Nash