ERIN HARPE & THE DELTA SWINGERS
American Legion Park, Georgetown, MA
8/15/10
Missy Erin Harpe done this here show by her lonesome many moons ago and I was rightly dumbfounded by the old musics she’d done recrated. Was she really birthed in the back of a Mississippi delta shack? Since then she be vibratin’ with the D-Swingin’ bass man Jim, Rosey suckin’ mouth harp, and keepin’ time Bob. It’s a perty day and the four of thems is loungin’ on the outdoor wooden shed, ’cept for Rosey who just gotsta stand. The mixin’ of the sounds through the e-lectronic speaker system is just ear pleasin’ as a whippoorwill, an’ I come to expect that from dear Henry (More Sound Company of Jaffrey, NH—he done asked fer that there plug). Missy Erin be firmly singin’ an’ twangin’ the ol’ style finger pickin’ her daddy done taught her. Her cowboy boots er bouncin’ and her polka dots dance with every breeze as the boys make rhythm to Memphis Mini’s “Be My Chauffeur.” The sexual finesse stays proper to this gatherin’ of child to granmammy. But I reckon Miss Erin could swell up a tidal wave if she beed desirin’. Keepin’ time Bob’s backgroun’ singin’ hits the head whether he be manly or pretty soundin’. Offstage Bob has a mind to humor me, sayin’ he plays in Likewhip—we’re not as good as Lovewhip. I be explainin’ Lovewhip is here Miss Erin and Mr. Jim’s e-lectronic booty boundin’ bumpin’ music band. The Delta Swinger gang snaps out a Lovewhip of “Vertual Booty Machine”—only they done bluesified it. Before “Fishin Blues” Erin claims she came to realize the song meanin’ was ’bout equal rights of each here sex to go fishin’, but never knowed what fishin’ was ’bout when her daddy done taught her the tune—remember she was still on his knee. I still recon it’s all too fishy for me to be figgerin’. I just like the dancin’ polka dots and the way the Swingers crank like my pappy’s pappy. Y’all come back now. (Timmy Max)
American Legion Park, Georgetown, MA
8/15/10
Missy Erin Harpe done this here show by her lonesome many moons ago and I was rightly dumbfounded by the old musics she’d done recrated. Was she really birthed in the back of a Mississippi delta shack? Since then she be vibratin’ with the D-Swingin’ bass man Jim, Rosey suckin’ mouth harp, and keepin’ time Bob. It’s a perty day and the four of thems is loungin’ on the outdoor wooden shed, ’cept for Rosey who just gotsta stand. The mixin’ of the sounds through the e-lectronic speaker system is just ear pleasin’ as a whippoorwill, an’ I come to expect that from dear Henry (More Sound Company of Jaffrey, NH—he done asked fer that there plug). Missy Erin be firmly singin’ an’ twangin’ the ol’ style finger pickin’ her daddy done taught her. Her cowboy boots er bouncin’ and her polka dots dance with every breeze as the boys make rhythm to Memphis Mini’s “Be My Chauffeur.” The sexual finesse stays proper to this gatherin’ of child to granmammy. But I reckon Miss Erin could swell up a tidal wave if she beed desirin’. Keepin’ time Bob’s backgroun’ singin’ hits the head whether he be manly or pretty soundin’. Offstage Bob has a mind to humor me, sayin’ he plays in Likewhip—we’re not as good as Lovewhip. I be explainin’ Lovewhip is here Miss Erin and Mr. Jim’s e-lectronic booty boundin’ bumpin’ music band. The Delta Swinger gang snaps out a Lovewhip of “Vertual Booty Machine”—only they done bluesified it. Before “Fishin Blues” Erin claims she came to realize the song meanin’ was ’bout equal rights of each here sex to go fishin’, but never knowed what fishin’ was ’bout when her daddy done taught her the tune—remember she was still on his knee. I still recon it’s all too fishy for me to be figgerin’. I just like the dancin’ polka dots and the way the Swingers crank like my pappy’s pappy. Y’all come back now. (Timmy Max)