Another fun week ahead, so fasten your seat belt, and let’s get goin’!
This Thursday at the Rhumb Line, Ms. Cheryl Arena, the Bachelorette of the Blues, has got you in her sights as she rampages thru the North Shore in search of big game. You are the target. She has a new CD out and it’s a rip-snorter. She sings, she blows harp, and she’ll have you quaking and spazzing out on the dance floor with her artery-clogging renditions of hoary chestnuts and and old time favorites. She’ll be bringing along a real lightning bolt of a guitarist in the mild-mannered form of Mr. Mike DiBari. He’ll put a wedgie in your mental Spanx®!! Mr. Ephraim Lowell, late of Roomful O’ Blooze, will be in the drummer’s electric chair, flailing against the current. I will be the basest. It’s gonna be shocking!
We will reach our rendezvous with destiny this Thursday with the luminescent return of that master vocalist and harpist, Mr. Dennis Brennan. Rapidly becoming a favorite here at the Rhumb Line, this cat has got what it takes to put a shimmy in your shake, and ants in your pants. He can traumatize your soul. He’ll be bringing along the best young lion of guitarists, Mr. Matt Stubbs, with his finger-popping style and dead-on chops. Rhythm provided by Roomful of Blues clanger, Mr. Chris Rivelli, 21 jewel ticker and concussion expert. Me? I’m the basest. Czech it out!
And on Saturday night, at the same old place, I’ll be cringing in the corner, filling in for that fabulous songbird, Ms. Mari Martin. She’s bringing along some great musicians like Roger Brocklebank, on skins, Mark Retalleck, on keys and Bob Enik on glitar. Mari really blew the roof off last time she was here. I gotta check Fred’s insurance. It’ll be a great night for dancing!
And, as usual, we thank you all for your continued support. Now that I’ve got a Facebook page, what do I do with it? Let me know all your subhuman desires at facebook.com/pages/Davesags-blues-party/1413082458915228. Your wish is my command.
It’s shootout at the Ofay Corral this week as we pit the commodious Mr. Steve Sadler against the lowball slider, Mr. Jim Scoppa. Both massive guitarists who’ve paid their dues with the likes of guys like Tom Hambridge and and Michael Coombs, we’re sure to see phlogiston exuding from every pore. Steve, with his artery-clogging style is a local favorite and everybody’s first call for fiddle, mandolin and lapp steel, but tonite it’s full bore with the electrical glitar. Jim, the gas giant,is big on the Eric Clapton school of channeling dead blues echoes. Our tail gunner is none other than that happy-go-lucky steam engine: Mr. Forrest “Frosty” Padgett, one of my favorite defibrillators. National Grid will be standing by with bucket trucks and spare 6L6GC tubes, ready for the blown fuse. I’ve actually been forced to learn some new songs.
And, don’t forget: we’re nothing without you, the viewer. Live music is best! Hours still 8:30 to 11:30.
Steve Sadler
THE RHUMB LINE BAR & RESTAURANT40 Railroad Ave.Gloucester, MA 01930
phone: 978-283-9732
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We offer natural pain relief this week as we welcome back that analgesic angel of the high stool: Ms. Lisa Marie. She’s been busy putting out fires all over New England, and now it’s our turn for her to take the pain out of your heart. She’ll be belting it out from 8:30 on,bringing tears to your eyes and a smile on your lips. Clothing optional.
She’s bringing along a couple of her favorite sidemen. First off, there’s Silvertone (or as I call him-Silverfish) Steve. Born that way, with a glitar in his mouth and Vitalis® on his fingers, Nobody knows his real name, although if you said it backwards, the entire bar would disappear..
Then there’s Johnny Juxo, on keys, whom I’ve never met, but my traiteur knows him well. I believe her! Had a good drummer on board, but he took a stray bullet at a jam session, so I’m waiting to hear back from my Ouija board So, roll out the barrel and have a good time. See you then.
Don’t forget: DaveSag’s blues Party has a Facebook page now, although I don’t snow why. So, hate me on Facebook: facebook.com/pages/Davesags-blues-party/1413082458915228
You’d pay to know what you really think!
And again, thank you for your continued support in this ruptured disc we call live music.We’re nothing without you! XXXX
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It’s the big one: Labor Day, that is, so we’re gonna blast off into Oört Cloud Nine with that rapacious rapscallion of Rhythm and Booze: the one and only “Flash” Gordon Beadle. Frontman, vocalist, and saxophone smartypants, if you haven’t seen this guy perform, you oughta consider slashing your ankles and getting it over with. “Sax” Gordon, as many of us refer to him, is the biggest, bestest concept in natural pain relief I have ever known. This man has climbed Mt. Everest a million times, without ever leaving the comfort of of his home. Now he’s gonna do it here. The Natural Guard has been called out and will be on duty. Check him out on Utube. Smelling salts recommended.
Backing him up will be that amazing guitarist and Klonopin® Spokesmodel, Mr. Mike DiBari. This kat knows all the chords….Watch his fingers vibrate and flail and fade in and out of reality.* Drum chores will be handled by our Irish Ace of Pace: Mr. Benny Benson, dentologist and major teenage idol. I’ll be on the bass couch, mumbling about my childhood….
Rheumer has it that there will be a few alien landings in the saxophone department. I can’t mention it…I can’t read it, but suffice it to say that there will be jet fuel spilled and many brains deep-fat fried…
This is it: Summer’s gone after this, so come out and make your presence known!
The Four Legged Faithful are a band made up of 4 ordinary men who all thrive on playing music together. Their aim is not to play traditional folk or bluegrass music, but instead to create beautiful, heart-felt, and genuine music using traditional folk/bluegrass instruments. They create a sound that is honest and reflects the band’s many musical influences from nearly all genres. All members sing; creating multiple combinations of 2, 3, and 4-part harmonies. All members write and sing songs about their thoughts, families, and the natural world that surrounds them. For a band without a drummer, The Four Legged Faithful achieve an incredible level of intensity using foot percussion and layered rhythms throughout every measure.
The heat’s on high this week as we cave in to our animal desires with the welcome addition of a new musician to our Augean Stables: Ms. Lydia Warren. This gal, tender as an egg from a bluebird’s nest, absolutely wrecked the joint at the Glou. Blues Fest a coupla weeks ago. She plays scorching glitar, and sings like an angel. You gotta czech this out. She blew me away!
Worse, I’ve got the hottest guitarist on the Boston scene, Mr. Chris “Stovall” Brown, to back her up. And, completing the circuit, Mr. Forrest “Frosty” Padgett is gonna keep time for us. I need a doctor….if you miss this, you should get burial insurance.
It’s time to give me your huddled masses and exotic diseases and await the haloed return of Mr. Dennis Brennan, ubermensch of the blues. Quickly becoming everybody’s favorite flavor, he sure knows how to get your blood moving..And he’s bringing that fleet-fingered six-shooter string glitar master, Mr. Matt “Dillon” Stubbs with him. Lotta maiming goin’ on. Gonna keep Doc Pomus busy all nite! Worse, the atomic clock. Mr. Dave Mattacks is short fused for the nite, so, get ready for for an all-out frontal assault. Be there or be square.
As the grapevine was strangling me, it’s become apparent that the place to be Tuesday nite is at the Doggy Bar. Rheumer has it that The Funda- mentals* are ripe for seed pod explosion and are waiting to spray you with their own brand of cosmic debris. I’ll be there with a whisk broom. You should go.
Also, buy yourselph a folding chair and limp on down to Stage Fork Parque this Saturday. Sit down and don’t get up till it’s over. The 2nd annual Glou. Blooze Fest, that is. 11to 7, still gives you time to wipe yourself off and go bar hopping later. I’ll see you there.
And here’s some more goodies for you this month. It’s the best batch yet:
Aug. 15 Willie Alexander and some boom booms. Boomba boom!
Aug.22 Lydia Warren and Chris “Stovepipe” Brown. Breathing optional.
Aug.29 “Flash” Gordon Beadle and the north shore aliens. Medic!
Sept.5 Michelle Willson and John Hyde
Sept.12 Ricky “King” Russell, Edd Scheer and Mario Perrett. The three stooges! Spread out!
Sept.19 Lisa Marie with Keith Lockhart, June’s brother and his pet drummer Gym.
Sept.26 Chris”Stovetop” Brown with his pet air bulb anklysaurus
And, again, thank you for your continued support. Without you Fred could only afford Creme Brûlée once a week.
* or familiarly, The Feenamints®
Dennis Brennan
Matt Stubbs
Dave Mattacks
THE RHUMB LINE BAR & RESTAURANT
40 Railroad Ave.
Gloucester, MA 01930
phone: 978-283-9732
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Greetings, comrades! And welcome to the People’s Blues Bash. This week we have that proletariat ping pong genius, Mr. Comrade Greg Luttrell. A long time supporter of the blues struggle, Com. GL has been given special dispensation to perform for the huddled masses here in the U.S.A. ,warding off uncontrollable opinions, and parlaying his great love for the Supreme Leader into a keening paroxysm of love. Catch him while you can. He is a regular at the Great Leap Forward Bar and Grill in Lohng Dhong, China for six months of the year. Now, We got him. His parole is almost up. It’s not often we get a political prisoner of the blues. He’s due to return to China in Sept., so ,girls, better put on that self-blinding eye shadow and ruby red laser lipstick and try to control your breathing!
But seriously, folks, Greg L. is a monster guitarist and vocalist and always gets everybody going into a big spin. Poor Andrew Jones…our drummer….hasn’t got a clue what he’s in for. I’m bringing smelling salts…
We’re gonna throw everything we got including the kitchen sink into the musical cauldron. And floating up to the top will be that Rockport Rascal and Blues Behemoth, the one and only Ms. Mari Martin. It’s always a pleasure to hear this nightingale sing. She can adjust her uvula in many ways to make your hippocampus explode on cue. My pants will be held up by a strong belt of vodka. Your earrings may melt. Every tune is scientifically designed for shaking one’s tootsies. Need I say more?
Adding creme filling to the proceedings will be that unflappable glitar whiz, Mr. Bob Enik. This guy scares me: you can’t lose him…..
He’s bringing his buddy, the keyboard millipede Mr. Jim Gambino, from the crime family.You better like him, or else. Also, Mr. Roger Brocklebank, the heartbeat of Madhouse® and fine drum instructor, will her beating time along with myself, on base. Don’t forget your Serutan®!
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Good Morning Gloucester 