The stranger proceeded to show him blurry and nondescript photos and videos of the woods (and supposed Bigfeet) on his Android phone. This guy had a crackpot theory that the government is farming Bigfeet and harvesting their invisible fur to use in the production of invisibility suits for military application. While hanging his shirts to dry on a bush, a local spotted his Minnesota plates and figured Charlie was the perfect partner for a conversation about Bigfoot. Noticing he had pulled ahead by a decent margin, he stopped in middle-of-nowhere Alabama to wash the three shirts he had packed in a Flying J bathroom sink.
Charlie had been driving his Kia ahead of MO’s tour bus. Maybe we can expect to see that one on his upcoming album with Red House Records, due to be released in late August of this year.īefore closing his set, Charlie left us with one more story about his touring with the fairly well-known Americana/Roots group Mandolin Orange. Charlie himself was the protagonist in an upbeat and fast-moving story about himself and his friend Ed accidentally stealing a sailboat-a story he claims to be true. With that, Chatterbox Charlie leapt back into his set, playing some of my personal favorites including “Cheap Wine” and “Bonneville” along with a new song I didn’t recognize. “Been in traffic all day,” he followed, after a lengthy pause. One guy, in particular, was happy to lend a hand in leading the conversation. After bathing the crowd in aggressive, swooping slide guitar work and crooning out his miserable quasi-memoirs, Charlie settled down and started to open up a bit. He gave a shy hello and dove straight in to his feral brand of new/old blues. He closed his set with two soulful, New Orleans style tributes, and left the stage smiling as always.Īfter maybe five minutes of setup, and then a few more of general shuffling about, Charlie Parr took his seat center stage, confronted by two condenser microphones and flanked by two resonator guitars. The record, he said, will include “live stuff, iPhone recordings, old stuff, rarities, et cetera.” This album is set to be released Monday, May 20, 2019, and will definitely be worth a listen. He also talked, a bit more seriously, about the upcoming release of a solo instrumental album, made over the past 10 years. He was quite funny, really, and the crowd seemed to enjoy his comedic ramblings as much as I did. He talked about New Orleans as America’s cultural mecca, spent the previous night with all-time great soul singer Mavis Staples for her 80th birthday, and about his tendency to randomly break out in an English accent-something his British friends can’t stand. His lyrics projecting cheerful rays of sunshine to the ever-growing crowd. He belted out folky, soulful tunes backed by red-hot, blues influenced slide guitar. Finally touring with Charlie after 20 long years of friendship, he proclaimed, “this shit better be worth the wait!” Phil, who plays guitar and banjo in the psychedelic freak-folk band Megafaun, was alone on stage. Just after 8pm, Phil Cook took the stage to open. I managed to catch a quick interview with him, which you can read here if so inclined. After some waiting around, a disheveled looking Charlie Parr came ambling out into the bar, having just finished sound check. I was the first person to arrive, and I watched the crowd filter in from my perch by the streetside windows. Thursday night at Lincoln Hall was set to be a big one.
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