waterfront blues fest 2013
far away from the main south stage, to the north of the lawn-chair people, no offense to them, relaxing on their day off, but this year the powers that be went too far and took away the dance floors at two stages, but at the back porch stage you can still get down, and reach up and shake a hand, thank a man or a lady for coming to town, where no jive-ass turkey is pushing you back so they can kiss the media’s ass, where the media passes can’t be found because they’re off taking photos somewhere else, where the real deal is coming down, where the good-time people meet to have a good time and dance their asses off, where they still remember what it’s all about.
Chubby carrier & the bayou swamp
Karl denson’s tiny universe
lil’ wayne & the same ol’ 2-step
from north carolina
Like always, Portland’s Waterfront Blues Fest featured plenty of old dinosoaurs on the main stage, Robert Plant, Eric Burdon,…but who gives a rat’s ass. Meanwhile, at the other stages, right now was going down, Nikki Hill before the release of her first long-player, backed by a rock ‘n roll trio, packed with a truckload full of sass and rumbleseat full of charm,looking like a bombshell and exploding like a string of black cat firecrackers, belting it out like it had never been done before, doing Barbara George’s “I Know (You Don’t Love Me No More),” Little Richard’s “The Girl Can’t Help It,” and plenty of her own originals. She reached in and ripped my heart right out of my chest.
If I was a young man, that girl wouldn’t have a chance.
photos by winch
(author of Kalamazoo: Growing Up Sideways in the 1970s)