His choice of material runs to the traditional and the profane. He played a nineteenth century seafaring ballad- from another recent compilation of pirate songs called Rogue’s Gallery: Pirate Ballads, Sea Songs, and Chanteys. He played what sounded like an original composition called “Scrotum.” He had a little catchphrase of sorts that he shouted out a couple times: “Fuckle-doodle-doo!” He twirled his resonator and at one point, when he seemed to get really inspired, he got up and danced.
In short, he was fascinating to watch, surprisingly entertaining to listen to and just about the perfect opening act for the Gourds- given their propensity for the more eccentric elements of Americana.
It would seem like overkill to review another Gourds show on this page, so I’ll just say that as always, they made the drive west more than worthwhile. The crowd was a little light for a Saturday night but what they lacked in numbers they made up for in enthusiasm. The band’s set list was