You Show Up On My Doorstep, Honey Drippin’ From Your Mouth
Enough of the …whatever. We’re on the verge of a 3 day weekend, folks! So, today I’m going back to my blog. And, I did something nice for myself. You should do something nice for yourself, too.
Those of you that know me, or have been reading for a bit, know that few things in this world make me as happy as great music. Genres be damned; if you rock, you rock. Straight up. And there are few bands today, in my humble opinion, that rock quite as hard or quite as well as Govt Mule.
I first heard about the Mule back in the 90’s from my buddy, Soundboard. He’s an engineer of some note having worked for years and years with the Allman Bros., Dickey Betts, and others. I’d hear all kinds of great stories from him when he’d come off the road. Crazy stories. But more than that, I’d hear some killer tapes of live shows where he’d worked the booth.
So, when he let me know that Warren Haynes and Allen Woody from the Bros. were playing these killer sets as a side band, I just had to check it out. He popped in a DAT and that was that…
I’ve been hooked ever since.
Friday and Saturday, October 12th and 13th, the Mule is back in DC. I’ve seen them every time they’ve come to the 930 and it’s been nothing but jaw dropping set after jaw dropping set. If you want to break out of the shoegazer “oh it’s so hard to get my hair gel right and isn’t it sad that no one likes me” music scene, and you want to get in to some hard drinkin’ hard livin’ old school knock back a shot of whisky and turn your amp up loud blues ROCK…
Then I suggest you get your tickets now.
I’ll be there on Saturday night. Grinnin’ from ear to ear.