So this Son House "festivus for the rest of us" had the whole town invigorated. It ain’t a secret this is a blues town; our winters are cold and our women are warm. But this four day affair was something else.
I went and saw John Hammond play Thursday night. I’ve always dug this cat and his story-telling take on the one-man blues. Hammond is one of those artists that floats easily in and out of time and rhythm (like Willie Nelson) and still successfully lands on his feet. Each song was preceded by a story or an anecdote centered around the artist who wrote or had finger prints on each song.
The love and respect for House, collectively from the crowd (packed house every night, donchyaknow) and the artists, was amazing. This is a red blooded town, this Rochester, but it bleeds blue ... just ask Roger Kuhn.