I have been doing the small, local festival circuit for a few years, and have been really anxious to try to one of the larger domestic festivals. Bonnaroo seemed to fit well; I had a few friends interested in going, and the festival also boasted a killer line-up this year. My friends Maranie, Kristen, and Evan signed up for a little RV excursion, and we crammed in to the little camper for five days away from home.
I’m sitting at the University Of Pittsburgh Greensburg’s coffee house with a handful of students that are hoping to find the most entertaining thing in Westmoreland County on a Tuesday evening – not an easy task.
John Farley approaches the microphone and says “I’m going to play a little song by the Reverend Gary Davis”. I see a few eyebrows rise amongst a majority who clearly were not familiar with the gospel-blues guitarist that died almost 40 years ago. A few fellow music elitists voice their support, making sure to display their superior, esoteric taste in music.
Last night, I caught Donna the Buffalo when the rolled through Pittsburgh on their seemingly never-ending tour of the Eastern Standard time zone.
The show was in one of my favorite spaces in Pittsburgh, Mr. Smalls. I got to see a new artist I haven’t heard of before, Hoots and Hellmouth. I am going to explore their discography a little more and then write a blog post about them in the future.
I’ve seen Donna the Buffalo probably 5 times now, and they never disappoint. For me, for as melodious as Jeb’s guitar sounds, and as tight and punch as Tara’s vocals sound, for me the signature icing on the Donna cake is their Hammond B3 and Leslie. That organ makes the music sing for me, it has been and always will be my favorite element of DtB.
A little chunk of Heron came all the way down to the ‘Burgh, and Bober and I were pleased to catch the show. One of my favorite venues in Pittsburgh, Club Cafe was a great place to catch the show. Their opening act was a band I haven’t caught yet, Weathered Road. They played a fairly mellow set of Americana with Celtic roots. I’d rather see them with their own full set to get a better sample of their music, and it was a little low energy to pump up before a Town Pants show, but I enjoyed them, and I’d see them again.