Last night wandering Covington / Newport blues bar scenes dodging schizophrenic trumpet players and men in uniform with their faced jerked into diesel smiles and salmon teeth, all for a beer and a piano for my father. Ended up at the Mansion Hill Tavern, where I have memories of being a kid breathing, just below the burned tobacco clouds trying to work up a drink as bands played.
Tonight Lamont Gillispie & 100 Proof was doing a set. I played Playboy pinball, which is the worst pinball machine ever invented. It’s designed like porn. You pay money for something that looks like what you want. Once everything starts though, the prosthetic face falls off and everything slowly goes down a casino toilet.
Here’s the band’s bootlegged recordings. I’m still half deaf from probably my third ear infection, but I think the mix is alright. You hate the blues?