Now, I have to rant a bit. Half these acts, including the headliner Freddie Jackson, showed up without a band and instead sang along to a canned soundtrack. Now, I understand the difficulty and expense in hauling a band around from venue to venue, but when they're charging 40 bucks a pop to get in, I expect more than glorified karaoka. If the promoter claims that he can book more acts this way, I say book fewer acts, but require each to bring its own band.
So kudos to those who did. Willie Clayton was his usual professional perfectionist. Wilson Meadows probably performed the best set of the night. Microwave Dave was good, as usual, but was cut short by a rude MC, who was a obnoxious distraction throughout the evening. Dump the dude. And Dee Bradley turned in a very good sounding set to propel him into first place as my favorite local band.
And while Freddie Jackson was charming enough and in good voice, waiting for the sound man to cue up the next soundtrack was just too phony for me.
Here are some photographic memories from the festival: