I only knew of Dallas Moore from his sketch on the wall of a Bowling Green, KY country bar … and being told of his top rank in outlaw country music back at that bar in September, by my new friend Kenneth Marr, author of the sketch.
Well, after making the several hour drive from near Detroit, to Win, Place or Show bar in West Chester, Ohio … to finally see DM in practically his own backyard, gettin’ his guitar on, and goin’ off in every which way but loose, for friends, family and fans on a sunny, brisk Sunday in October … let’s just say the big guy sure got the right first name, as he does that honest, hard livin’ music up right- larger than life in that big wide open, Lone Star State.
The veteran outlaw country road warrior had as much fun as the crowd out on the WPS deck- maybe more, Mr. Moore? I did after all lose count of which was highest (haha)- your number of beers, shots or songs? No bother- Dallas lifted us all higher and higher with his 100 proof plus, honest songs.
From the road weary but gotta ride my life away blues of “Rollin’ On” … to the drunken, wailin’, wonderin’ about a woman of “Where You Gonna Be, When I’m Gone”, to the heart-on-his-sleeve, shiveringly sensitive “I Can’t Get Over You”. Not to mention when Dallas cranked it up with cool covers like Billy Joe Shaver’s “Georgia on a Fast Train”.
To us lucky ones who were there, or anyone who has seen the YouTube video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsxH09tfYSE) …
the heartfelt highlight at dusk was Dallas bringing on his revered mother of bluegrass royalty, Mama Madgelee Hanes Moore, for Hank Williams‘ sorrow-steeped classic “I’m So Lonesome, I Could Cry”. Having recorded it in recent years with their friend, the late, great Jody Payne … at the Ohio studio, in the circle where Hank laid it down himself … this was easily the most moving, memorable moment that night.
As darkness began to fall, DM’s fellow outlaw country road compadres- my new musical friend from an unforgettable 9/11 concert in Nashville, Brigitte London, and her music mate Cley Reynolds– didn’t let the spark from DM’s sound fade one bit.
Her Blondness summons up her soul in her music … strummin’ and pickin’ the guitar, and most importantly singin’ strong thru all kinds of life’s stormy weather- as they say, once she sings a song, it stays sung. Her biting blues, ferociously confessional, “If I Was That Kind of Woman”, lit us all up, far into the darkness of the night.
Then after his silent steady, guitar-grinding act playing with Brigitte, Cley burst out on his own with a lively New Orleans-centric lyrical song that really hit home for this no-small-lover of all the glorious gumbo of sounds from NOLA. And his other down home, drivin’ songs were all full of it- in the best rowdy rockin’ and reelin’ sense- like the two-steppin’, “Dancin’ by the Country Store”.
Dallas closed out on guitar with a rowdy, rocking, outlaw song- and he just plain out outdid hisself … sending out the best damn, down home, pedal-to-the-metal, swift, swirling, frantic, fiery hot flamenco-spiced solos … sitting up front, I couldn’t help but fix my gaze on his silver skull ring on his right hand turning into a shiny, streaky blur.
After the music race was run at Win, Place and Show, I was lucky enough to join Dallas, Brigitte, Cley, Bobby Mackey and other friends, to see DM’s buddies in Straw Boss do it up, good ol’ hillbilly rock style in their weekly Sunday showcase at Southgate House Revival, just a few minutes away in Newport, Kentucky. Yep … down home singin’, a few guitars, pedal steel and stand up bass in a remodeled church will damn near cure what ails ya, every time.
I got almost as much pleasure from the Straw pickin’ boys indulging my Buck Owens and George Jones requests … as from the dancin’ I enjoyed with a local lady (just about the prettiest girl in the house). No insult to the band, but I said almost 🙂
Dallas and Bobby M. took turns with the band, but Brigitte stole the show by bringin’ back Patsy, soul deep and dreamy … on “Walkin’ After Midnight”.
Then both before retiring to, and after rising and shining outta, my hotel in nearby Mason, Ohio … I hit the eatin’ sign you’re in the South … Waffle House, for pecan waffles at night, and sausage gravy/biscuit/eggs/hash browns & onions at breakfast- boy howdy!
Check out the good ol’ sound stuff, straight no chaser, from my friends at-
http://www.dallasmoore.com
http://www.brigitte-london.com
http://www.facebook.com/people/Cley-Reynolds/100000026980871
http://www.bobbymackey.com
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Straw-Boss/584368948246142