A Wet Weekend
This past weekend was supposed to have been my first since moving back to Wichita Falls where I wasn’t going to be at Fallsfest. But around noontime on Friday, I was asked to review one of the evenings and I chose Marshall Tucker Band. I have met Kevin Fowler before and even reviewed his show, and I wasn’t sure what other adjective besides zany I had to describe him.
Anywho, it was a choice that returned me to the local live music of my teens. The first time I ever heard Marshall Tucker was by an area band called Sneet Gibbons (as I recall) which featured my then neighbor drummer Richard Gaines and a guitarist Jim Gideon who my brother bought his first guitar from, an old Kalamazoo—that would now be worth significantly more than he paid for it, had he not blown it up for some Old High Howdy assembly program or some such.
Anywho, my neighbor friend’s band used to play the song “Can’t You See” which was off the first Marshall Tucker Band album, but really kind of sounded more like the Allman Brothers. Their band was super fans of the Allman Brothers and that was sort of the way that I discovered Southern Rock—by way of a more progressive jam band sort of sound than Lynyrd Skynerd would later make famous.
Trust me, the 30 to 45 minute version of “Whipping Post” was a badge of honor for bands to perform. The longer the version the better, and I would not doubt that the Allman Brothers could play the song for days. It was a good riff with plenty of room for some deep bluesy singing, a strong organ riff, a very prog sort of progression and drums galore—at least two drum sets.
Anywho, I think it’s still more than acceptable to appreciate the older Allman Brothers no matter how old or young you are. The newer version of the band still appeals to a lot of people, but I still prefer the Allmans of the Dwayne Allman and Dickie Betts variety.
I spent most of Saturday morning re-familiarizing myself with old Marshall Tucker Band songs, and I was surprised that I recognized so many of the songs the band would likely play that night.
It was also going to be fun because from what I understood from Dwayne Kinnett, that area guitarist Don Chance was going to get to sit in and play with Marshall Tucker Band. And, that’s a cool thing, because I am pretty sure Chance grew up listening to the same music, and he could definitely play guitar with them, no problems.
The rain last weekend however never let up. If it let up long enough for Kevin Fowler to get his set in on Friday night, it kept going on that night, Saturday morning and then into Saturday evening. By 6 p.m. I had heard they might cancel the FallsFest, so I went out there to say hi to people and see what I could discover. The cool thing was that bands had played the city stage that day and I saw Eli Cash guitarist Eric Priolo helping out with the sound.
The sad thing was that they were taking down the huge stage and there was mud everywhere. It was raining and no one was smiling. I never got to see the band or say hi or whatnot. But there are next years and such, and I suspect they will return at some point. Later that evening, I went to the Pub and saw a guy there who had driven 700 miles to see Marshall Tucker. At least he got to see Jonathan Tyler that night, whose guitar playing is probably as good as anyone’s.