The line was already forming for steak tips, a perennial festival favorite. The Main Stage area was packed by the time The Suffers, fronted by Kam Franklin, a woman with a big voice and big personality, took the stage. Kam Franklin lead singer of the The Suffers performs on the Main Stage with the encouragement of bandmates Jon Durbin (left) and Michael Razo. The seven-piece band delivered a funky blend of jazzy soul. The groove, fitting the scene, was party-ready. “How Do We Heal?” invoked the names of Black victims killed by police. Others gave relationship advice while others just celebrated life.įranklin noted that this was a good start for their tour. Peyton’s Big Damn Band brought the first night of the festival to a foot stomping conclusion. With a rack of guitars waiting in the wings Peyton delivered set of country finger pickin’ boogie guitar backed by washboard, played by his wife, Breezy, and drums courtesy of Max Senteney. When it came time to introduce “the bass player,” Peyton looked around and then introduced his thumb. Then he demonstrated how he got bass, rhythm and melody out of a single guitar. The trio delivered a sound promised by its name. Music continues today (9/10) until midnight and then Sunday (9/11) until 5 p.m. Crowd to Reverend Payton’s Big Damn Band.I like how Crazy is flashing Funky a peace sign while saying he “used to be a hippie”. It’s such an unnecessary little detail and kind of an insufferable one, as if Funky and the reader need some type of reinforcement as to what a hippie is. I’m reminded of one of my uncles, a loud and somewhat loutish man, who is married to a woman from another country. Her English speaking is not perfect, but she understands it well. Before I could answer he bellows out: “Billy…Īnd then proceeds to raise both of his hands up in the air to mimic an angry bear and says She would probably speak it better if he did not have a bad habit of speaking like Tonto around her…Īt a family get-together a few years ago I was wearing a t-shirt with my college alma mater’s mascot on it, a bear, and my uncle’s wife asked me why I was wearing a shirt with a bear on it. She rolled her eyes and said, “I understand.” My jaw was on the floor.
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