Had an inspired evening listening to Justin Wells last night, opening for Junior Brown, pictured above, a double-neck six-string/steel guitar, bass-voiced rockabilly country singer who was loud loud LOUD.
Saw them at the Southgate House Revival in Newport, Kentucky, where we found a nice meal at a place called the York Street Cafe. We had smoked salmon with capers, onions, and sour cream, green beans, and tabouleh in miniature pita pockets, all washed down with a Rhinegeist porter made in Cincinnati, some hard cider, and water.
It was muggy and hot, and earlier in the day we’d replaced two faucets in our house, not a common thing for musicians to do, but with the help of YouTube, we made it through with no leaks to show as of yet.
We crossed the Ohio River at a place we’d never done so, the Taylor Southgate Bridge, after having made it to downtown Cincy by the Reds’ Paul Brown Stadium. Rush hour traffic was a bit of a bother going in, but nothing like it could have been had we been on 75. By ten, when we were leaving, the streets were nearly rolled up, with only one minor setback on the directions due to somebody needing a street named after him.
I feel I’ll be inspired by Wells’s writing, much in the vein of Foucault, but quite a bit louder and gruffer. Still it makes me want to re-examine a few roots, and where they don’t stand the test of scrutiny, to make up something. But we won’t be playing loudly. My ears will be ringing for some time, over top of the usual tinnitus I have grown accustomed to over the years.