What’s your wildest Texas music scene story?
The wildest gig story happened while we were on stage in Austin, Texas, and a guy was dancing super crazy right in front of the band. All of a sudden, he fell straight down, legs buckling beneath him. The promoter asked us to take a break, and they called medics; the guy had died right there on the spot in front of us! The ambulance took him away, and then the promoter said, “Ok, guys, can you go ahead and start it up again?”
Needless to say, this felt pretty weird, witnessing death and all, but the promoter insisted. Can you imagine that? The last thing any of us wanted to do was rock the house, but after we finished the first song of the next set, a guy stood up, hoisting a beer, yelling, “My brother just died on this floor, so let’s all have a beer. I am buying it to celebrate my brother’s life!” That has stayed with me to this day.
You just can’t make this stuff up. Truth really is stranger than fiction, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to bizarre and crazy events in the life of a working musician. Next time, ask me about the gig at the topless bar.
Tell me about joining Black Oak Arkansas. How did you get the gig? Was there an audition?
No audition. I opened for Black Oak Arkansas in Paris, Texas, and about a week later, Jim Dandy called me directly and asked if I would like to join Black Oak. He basically poached me from my own band; I said yes, and on the road, I went.
What was it like working with Buddy Miles on Bluesberries? What did your rig look like then?
Buddy was a friend long before we recorded the Bluesberries album with Double Trouble. I remember playing football in a huge field next to a hotel if you can imagine that, with all the guys, including Buddy, when we were staying in Houston for a gig. Lots of friendships were forged on the road in situations like that.