When we passed into France yesterday, the customs officer looked into the car and could see that it was filled with bizarre stuff like cymbals, drums and guitars. Anything to declare? Dave says: “No, not at all, we’re going to play a concert at the bistrot in Crouzet-Migette this evening”.
“You know where Crouzet-Migette is?” he asked surprised and it’s a fact that it is absolutely nowhere. “…I live near there”.
“Yes of course I do, I’ve played there quite a few times” say Dave with his accent from England which perhaps explained the surprise.
“So… what type of music do you play? Folklore music?” Whatever that is…
“No sir, we play the Blues!”
And so we did, 3 hours of it as a matter of fact!
I just wish we get other audiences as good-natured as that one. The place was full, mostly with folks who had reserved for the concert, and if the trout we had earlier that evening is a good example of the menu than they where well fed and inclined to be agreeable. I’m sure it helps!
When inspired, Dave’s skills in emotional communication can largely overcome any lacking he may have as a guitar technician, and last night he was. We also had a good friend of his, Denis, on bass guitar so I had a lot of support for the lower end percussion spectrum. Plus an unexpected “surprise guest”, a friend of a friend from the audience on harmonica for the second set… And I’m pretty sure that almost no one here really knows what a washboard can sound like in the hands of a good musician so… More than fun!
Wish I had a picture to post, next time I’ll try and get someone to take one.
Update March 31st 2008: Little did we know that this setup would become the Crawfish Blues Band!