Hello, friends! Rob here.
Another delightful weekend on the road for The Revivalists. As I mentioned last week, it’s better for the overall economy of awesome for a band to have someone to sell merchandise for them while they are playing music. This weekend, we were joined by one of our bestest pals in the world, Al “T” Small of The Blue Party. Genial, genetically perfect, and generally dressed to the tens (screw the nines), Al is the type of stand-up fella whose presence is pretty much always a welcome one.
Good times were pretty much had, but not a whole lot of instances from the weekend jump out as being particularly notable. We spent Thursday night in Starkville, and I have to say I think we were all pretty much delighted to be back. The thing about Starkville that makes it a great town is that people there actually want to hear music they’ve never heard before. Starkvillians make great audiences, and if there were a few more of them in every city, our job would be a lot easier.
Friday in Pensacola was like opening day. Homecoming. Sure, between last summer and now, we’ve been in and out of Pensacola like a vulgar simile. But this weekend marks the opening of a season. Summer at Bamboo Willie’s. Eight months of it. One weekend a month we’ll be there, in the open air, with a great view of the bay and a refreshing daiquiri, all the way through October. I’ve always said Pensacola is The Revivalists’ second hometown, and we’re thrilled to be coming back on the regular.
Although there were all kinds of wonderful feelings going around, Friday was a bit quiet. Saturday, however, was epic. It must have been as big of a crowd as I’ve ever seen at Bamboo’s, and I think we were all having a pretty good show. Good enough that we even accomodated an unusual request from an audience member. Some kid with a weird first name that was also a profession (Brewer, or Mason, or Barrelmaker, or something like that) approached us during set break to ask if he could come onstage with us and perform a special song for his friends on this special occasion. The song? “Ice Ice Baby.” The occasion? Senior prom.
How could we refuse? How could we possibly refuse? And just what the were all of those high school students doing in a bar? Goodness me, what this world is coming to?
So that happened. We actually saw our fair share of tuxedos this weekend, between the Barrelmaker incident and Sunday, when The Revivalists suited up and played wedding band for a delightful young couple named Will and Caroline. We’d had to spend a bit of time in the practice space last week to learn some covers for the party, but it was well worth it to be able to play their first dance (“Crush” by Dave Matthews Band, which was an interesting song to dissect and learn), and I must begrudgingly admit that bringing the house down with “When The Saints Go Marching In” was absolutely fun as all get-out.
Speaking of absolutely fun as all get-out (mark my words, “all get-out” is making a comeback), we are going to be playing music this weekend! On Friday, we’ll be doing what we do best in Shreveport at (where else but) Fatty Arbuckle’s! Saturday, we’ll be changing things up in Lafayette and opening for the Rebirth Brass Band (that’s not the different part) at Grant Street Dance Hall (there it is!).
Lastly, but most interestingly, tomorrow (Thursday) at 11:30 AM we’re going to be live, full-band, on WWOZ! For those of you living under a rock, and also the rock is heavy in lead content so as to block radio signals, WWOZ is possibly the best radio station in the country. Independent, local, and awesome, they support the New Orleans community, and, in turn, subsist upon support from the community. We will be performing as part of their spring membership drive. I encourage all of you to tune into 90.7 FM or listen online (those of you from out of town don’t have an excuse!), and to support ‘OZ if you like what you hear.
That’s it for this week, friends! I’ve been on a major Beastie Boys kick as of late, so I’ll leave you with this big old heap of awesome: