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such a great set by Centro-matic to close out Wigginstock 2012.

here’s the encore they did, “Love Has Found Me Somehow.” grateful thanks to Michael M for posting this.

just makes me smile…. what a way to end an incredible weekend of music.



Wigginstock 2012 video (Saturday only) [repost with part 3]


this is the final post with all three parts of Saturday’s Wigginstock official video.

Part 1

  1. Flint Hill Specials (1:06)
  2. Doc Dailey & Magnolia Devil (36:17)

Part 2

  1. Lauderdale (0:29)
  2. The Pollies (54:42)

Part 3

  1. The District Attorneys (0:03)
  2. Glossary (1:00:30) (repeats twice)
  3. Seymour (4:02:00)

unfortunately no Centro-matic video was recorded…

Sean has a blog post here with all of the links.


and some video…

W’12 video (Saturday only)


i’ll update these with times as i can (hotel wifi not able to handle the truth of youtube right now)…

Part 1

  1. Flint Hill Specials (1:06)
  2. Doc Dailey & Magnolia Devil (36:17)

Part 2

  1. Lauderdale (0:29)
  2. The Pollies (54:42)

Part 3


  1. The District Attorneys [___]
  2. Glossary [___]

unfortunately no Centro-matic video was recorded…

Clarksdale, MS


so i’m crashed here in Clarksdale, MS for a little while recuperating from a nasty cold / sore throat. seeing as where i am staying is much larger than my apartment in New York City — and has a full kitchen — it feels like luxe digs.

still feels bizarre to not be home during this crazy storm. glad everyone i know of so far came out relatively unscathed.

Shack Up Inn artwork

Shack Up Inn artwork

Shack Up Inn artwork

Shack Up Inn bottles

i was hungry but it was sort of hard to find the same yummy victuals that i easily found in New Orleans and Wiggins (heck yeah) so i followed some kind recommendations and got food from this Lebanese-Italian (?!?) place called Rest Haven Inn in Clarksdale.

Rest Haven Restaurant — Clarksdale, MS

i still don’t get grits. too much of a northerner maybe? is Nebraska northern? i don’t know. but thank god everyone has potatoes / hash browns.

Clarksdale, MS

more Shack Up Inn artwork

happier than words can express to go to the HUGE (to me) Kroger’s and stock up on some much needed supplies like bottled water, cold medicine, throat lozenges, soup, tea, vitamins, and fruit. they had like 4 aisles of frozen food. so much food in this world it’s almost ridiculous how we take this bounty for granted.

almost went through some gross drive-thru but was strong and held out for Abe’s BBQ. so glad i did that. the woman who helped me choose what to get was so nice and i have been driving by Abe’s every day so am so happy to have had the iconic Abe’s finally….

Pork BBQ sandwich from Abe’s BBQ

unlike other BBQ i’ve had, this had super vinegary cole slaw on the sandwich. i liked that — and the meat was pretty freaking great — but it was definitely a tang i wasn’t expecting. the sandwich was hot and delicious and surprisingly light for BBQ. highly recommend.

tamales at Abe’s BBQ

these were spicy as all get out. whoo! but very good.

not sure of the correlation between BBQ and tamales. i’m used to tamales only being served by Spanish-themed restaurants in New York City. but i’m a fan of tamales from my time in Los Angeles pre-riots so i always try them if i can. spicy, like i said. the woman helping me suggested having chili and cheese on top, smothering them, but i think it would’ve been too much for me. i like my tamales dry i think.

the best tamales i ever had — my gold standard as it were — were the tamales from the Von’s right down the street from my apartment on Bimini Place. the Von’s at 3rd and Vermont that got burned down during the Los Angeles Riots. they were amazing. oh man…. just thinking about them. yum.

medicine is working and honestly, i am giving myself a day or so more and then am hitting the road, sick or not. i want to get home soon and see my city that has been hurt so badly. start back up on my life and get things going there.

thanks to anyone still following me on my journeys…

and a look back at what got me here…

Centro-matic’s encore at Wigginstock 2012. “Love Has Found Me Somehow” with Will Johnson demonstrating the dance that is sweeping Denton, Texas, and the world: The Trash Compacter.

Wigginstock 2012


as i write this on Sunday morning it’s almost impossible to look back on yesterday with any kind of objectivity. it was a day of music, great food, even better people. a freezing day. an electrifying day. and now i know where the Piggly Wiggly and various dollar stores are — and have finally stopped getting lost getting to WSHQ — i don’t want to leave Wiggins or the postcard family.

presented by…

i take the fact that the hotel has this artwork hanging in the breakfast / lounge area as a sign that all things are aligned. it’s a very similar design to this blog template. yeah, it has been that kind of trip.

artwork in Hampton Inn — Wiggins, MS

sort of freaky.

breakfast eaten

pretty brick in Old Skool Wiggins

Wigginstock shuttle, spotted in Old Skool Wiggins

Joe C aka Jersey Joe and Anne and I went and took the traditional route (i.e., not Ward’s) for breakfast and i know i’m so grateful to have done that. we got a chance to talk to the woman who i think owns Serendipity and have less fast-foody fud, which i’m a big fan of this trip. if i can make it through this trip with less fast food and more of this kind of home cooking i’ll be really happy.

Breakfast at Serendipity — Wiggins, MS

and then there’s this. us out-of-towners were very confused by the pepper gravy and tomato gravy. it was so funny because it was the first thing we all asked. they explained but i don’t think we really got it. in my pin mind i’m going to call it white gravy and red gravy. i’m so overloaded sense-wise i think big picture concepts is all i can handle right now.

two kinds of gravy!

and then the requisite food shot. nice and peppery potatoes. yumula biscuits of course. i am a HUGE fan of the large styrofoam cups they put the drinks in.

Breakfast at Serendipity — Wiggins, MS

Wigginstock 2012

and so it began…

the sound board (left hand tent) and the merch tables (two tents on right)
the stage is in the far background

Sean gives his welcome: The Flint Hills Specials about to start it all off

sort of like our own Wigginstock Frankenstorm, The Flint Hill Specials brought it

the door that everyone signed (work in progress)

big fan of this artwork

Doc Dailey & Magnolia Devil, just the right amount of twang

trying to panorama. note Lauree stank-eye and her TIAM bag

panorama of the scene of the crime

more failed panorama attempts. are there any lawyers in the house (ha ha ha)

more panorama

Lauderdale were like so awesome. i mean that 110%. one of the highlights of Wigginstock for me

District Attorneys — only gripe is they are all youngsters…. damn talented whippersnappers

Michael Pemberton’s insane smoked bologna.

smoked bologna disappeared as fast as Michael made it….

it was freezing cold. did a dollar store run — so fun i’ve never been to these before, was like a pig in sh*t! — for hats and gloves and fleeces. only downside was that i missed seeing The Pollies.

had a great time petting the Courtney Cat (orange tabby) and listening to Glossary while taking a break and trying to stay warm. felt good to serve as the official opener of Beef Jerky sticks — which was too much for the kids to deal with.

MacGyvered (well in my mind at least) a wet sock crisis, though i was thinking a clear produce bag (and a borrowed sock from the girls of the house), not a deli bag. must’ve been squishy and wet but there ya go….

flint hill triage (wet foot, hopefully stepped in mud not poop)
loved it that there were kids running around the whole time….

Centro-matic played what ended up being a completely sublime set — a mix of old and new. it’s so fitting for me that i just saw Will Johnson play a solo show with Anders Parker a few weeks ago at the Mercury Lounge. it was the first live show in forever (maybe years). and then to have them cap off Wigginstock 2012, well, i’ll be going to more live shows when i get home. and will be glad for it. a nice reintroduction to the glory and beauty that is live music.


it was magical

next steps

it’s Sunday morning and after a quick breakfast at the Sawmill Family Restaurant (family: fitting) here in Wiggins i am off to Clarksdale for a some must needed R&R at the Shack Up Inn.

because of this g-d scary-ass storm, i’ll probably extend my trip, doubling days at locations so i get back to New York City next weekend. no skin off my back to spend more time in the South. i got some great recommendations from Susan and Doc from Doc Dailey for the Florence / Muscle Shoals area.

so the general plan is Clarksdale and Memphis for at least two days, one day on the Natchez Trace, with a jaunt to Florence / Muscle Shoals. then Nashville and wherever else i feel like hitting.

this is going to be the tougher leg of my journey i can tell already. what i am facing when i get back home to New York City — the job search, continuing to get my apartment and sleep schedule righted, adjusting to life post job of 15 years. continued terror and fear and excitement. so i’ll enjoy the solitude and distraction of these travels until then. and hope everyone stays safe in this apocalyptic weather.

big thanks (yet again) to Sean for suggesting i blog my roadtrip and the Wigginstock experience. have loved doing this.

New Orleans, Gulfport and W’12 Friday night


not sure how coherent any of these posts are going to be. am pretty overwhelmed by how many people i’ve seen and have been able to talk with and reconnect with. and i know i haven’t talked to a lot of people i want to. it’s an exercise in impossibility, but i will try…. 🙂

add to that great GREAT food and just insanely talented music and i’m on total overload. yeah, that’s Wigginstock. and it has just barely begun.

New Orleans, food and sustenance

yesterday was able to wake up and have a bit more time in New Orleans. grabbed breakfast with Anne, Bruce, and Jersey Joe at Cafe Beignet not too far from the hotel.

Jersey Joe and Anne W (my roomie in New Orleans). Bruce W was here too. damn i love these people.

a little Sweet Treat — at Cafe Beignet

ham and cheese omelette, grits, and bread — Cafe Beignet

beignets — at Cafe Beignet

a beignet. still hot. thank god we shared orders. sooooo good!

Jersey Joe wanted to make a stop as we drove my grumpy ass out of New Orleans. i will definitely be back.

there was vinyl everywhere.

Euclid Records — New Orleans

vinyl everywhere. pur little 45s!

almost all vinyl

somewhat massive

Gulfport, stopping for a bite to eat

we just missed a bunch of postcarders — saw some folks in the parking lot on their way up to W.

Blow Fly Inn — Gulfport, MS

Blow Fly Inn — Gulfport, MS

grilled shrimp and steamed vegetables

sort of fell off my chair (of my mind) at the concept that i could ask for something to eat that wasn’t deep fried, and it would be just as enjoyable — if not more so.

i’ve made it a practice this trip to really trust the waitstaff to help me figure out the most popular and scrumpdillyicious option of what to eat. i figure they are going to know what the most solid choice is. i haven’t been steered wrong yet.

this dish was one that is going to be a touchstone in my life. before and after Blow Fly Inn grilled shrimp.

perfectly grilled, seasoned with just a little bit of kick but also a little sweet. succulent shrimps. grilled vegetables — yellow carrots, which i’ve never seen / eaten. which was the perfect palette cleanser / complement to the shrimp.

just wonderful. if you are flying into Gulfport — often a cheaper alternative than flying into New Orleans — don’t miss out on this great place and outstanding food.

okay, not to overstate things or anything but these were literally the BEST grilled shrimp i’ve ever had

Bruce W and Jersey Joe and I were sitting inside, at a window table, which is above this lake basin where you can actually see the catfish jumping down below.

it was a breezy gorgeous sunny day, we had made excellent time driving from New Orleans accompanied by the great tunes of Sharon Van Etten.

i don’t know why but i know a lot of guys who don’t like woman singers. Bruce W and Jersey Joe are obviously more evolved than this — and have great taste in music, can appreciate Sharon Van Etten’s talent, which is prodigious. not to exaggerate or anything.

and so it begins…

Wigginstock 2012

i brought my Nikon D90 but really my iPhone 5 would have sufficed. as always my night photography pretty much sucks, so i will leave the picture taking to the postcard professionals at it.

here are some of my somewhat crap pics. just a record of the beginning of this great music and people event.

Dave Provost started off. amazing voice, great lyrics. yes please, i’d like some more!

So glad to see Magnolia Mountain play. when i listen to Sean’s Spotify mix every time their songs come on i always scramble to find out who this amazing band is. these guys are folks to check out 100%.

Some Dark Holler was the perfect complement to the night. she absolutely killed it on the violin (made me want to pick that up again). they have a new record out. need to pick that up.


i love these inter-song talks from Sean. informative, funny, heartfelt. the glue that holds it all together and makes sense of it all.

the women could use the inside bathrooms. loved that. i have headlamps if that gets too crazy and the port-a-potties have to happen….

more crap pictures — the unbelievably talented Blue Mountain

Blue Mountain played a perfect set: a mix of old and new songs. Laurie shredding it up and Carey bringing the sweet sweet blues. it gets me all verklempt how meshed they are when they play together. these are the folks who make it look so easy it’s not until later that you realize how insanely talented they are. well not really, you can see it when they play, but you know what i mean. Blue Mountain brings it. brought it.

and then Duquette Johnston played.

i don’t really have words to describe the new music Duquette is working on. it’s dark, gorgeous, dense singer-songwriter stuff. not a lot of twang. very connected to who and what Duquette is all about — at least that’s my impression of it. if you want a sense of all this, check out Duquette’s blog. it’s one of my favorites.

didn’t get a picture (sort of gave up because they were coming out so cruddy and my iPhone was completely out of jewce — as my people say ha ha ha). but got some tshirts from Morgan (Duquette’s wife).

Club Duquette — Duquette Johnston

please support this man and woman team. they are the real deal of making art and living a life in trust of that.

i send good vibes out in the world to these lovely folks.

love the tree in Sean and Rebecca’s yard. i think it is magical



from Decoration Day by the Drive-By Truckers. Jason live at my favorite radio station, KEXP.

Drive-By Truckers’ Decoration Day


You want to grow up to paint houses like me, a trailer in my yard till you’re 23
You want to be old after 42 years, keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears

Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in green.
Me and your Mama made you in the back and I sold it to buy her a ring.
And I learned not to say much of nothing and I figured you already know
but in case you don’t or maybe forgot, I’ll lay it out real nice and slow

Don’t call what you’re wearing an outfit. Don’t ever say your car is broke.
Don’t worry about losing your accent, a Southern Man tells better jokes.
Have fun but stay clear of the needle. Call home on your sister’s birthday.
Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, don’t give it away.

Six months in a St. Florian foundry, they call it Industrial Park.
Then hospital maintenance and Tech School just to memorize Frigidaire parts.
But I got to missing your Mama and I got to missing you too.
So I went back to painting for my old man and I guess that’s what I’ll always do

So don’t try to change who you are boy, and don’t try to be who you ain’t.
And don’t let me catch you in Kendale with a bucket of wealthy-man’s paint.

Don’t call what you’re wearing an outfit. Don’t ever say your car is broke.
Don’t sing with a fake British accent. Don’t act like your family’s a joke.
Have fun, but stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister’s birthday.
Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, Don’t give it away.

Don’t give it away.