This weekend marked the March edition of the semi-annual Southern Ohio Indoor Music Festival. I unfortunately did not have the pleasure of attending the weekend’s festivities but a good friend and musical cohort of mine did. He passed along a cool image of the Del McCoury Band gettgin it done on stage in front of a beautiful logo designed by yours truly.
Back when this festival first started, not too long ago, I had the honor of designing the identity and logo for acquaintance and festival founder Joe Mullins. The festival has really grown and now in aditiion to brochures t-shirts, hats tickets, etc the logo gets used as a gobo behind the musicians as they play! How cool is that?
A big thanks to John Banjovi for the pic! Wish I could have been there.
Vincent Black Lightning the novel, seriously?
Ok, so we think it might be a bit of stretch but according to the Bluegrass blog everyone’s favorite Richard Thompson song is now a novel. Thats right, Vincent Black Lightning 1952 – the novel, you know a book-like thing filled with words, how twentieth century right?
Now, I will be the first to admidt that not only has my band played the Del Mccoury version more than once, I even penned a song called Red Molly’s Ride to function as a sequel to the story . I’ll let you imagine the details but it involved Red Molly triumphantly riding off into the sunset on young James’ prized bike. However it never made into my band’s repertoire, in fact I was bit embarrassed to even bring it up at practice, for fear of being thrown out of the band and made to play Spinal Tap’s mandolin break for stonehendge as penance. (Oh – how they danced)
As cheesy and low brow as I should like to think of it, I might have to read it. After all Black Lightnings are cool motorcycles and the story is fairly compelling. Although sometimes I think the beauty of folk tales such as this, is their unyielding simplicity and complete lack of detail. After all, if we were forced to work out all the logistical details of a shotgun-wounded dying man reaching his lover to hand over the keys, I think some of the romance would be lost. Sometimes the spaces and holes left by simple poetry is more beautiful that the overflowing minutia of a novel.
“Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing in side, come down, Red Molly to his dying bed side.”
It doesn’t get much better than that.
And for the record Rob McCoury’s shotgun sound effect during that line was a direct quote from Sonny Osborne…