Tuesday, October 9, 2012

The Late Great, David "Honeyboy" Edwards. My first review for The Narragansett Times (Mid-October 2010). Rest In Peace Brother.





Last Saturday night, an intimate audience gathered at the historic and newly renovated Hale House in Matunuck to celebrate one of America’s most original and valued treasures, bluesman David “Honeyboy" Edwards.

Born in 1915 in Shaw, Mississippi, Edwards was the son of a sharecropper.  He left home at the age of 17 to play the blues.  As he walked past a cotton field on his way out of town a worker called to him, “boy you better put that guitar down or you’re gonna stave to death,” but Honeyboy kept on walking.  Seventy-eight years later the two-time Grammy award-winner, world traveler, and one of the last living legends from the original delta blues movement, shared the music that started it all to a captive audience at Hale House.

During sound check, Honeyboy tuned a few strings on his guitar–without a tuning pedal. He gave the microphone the old’, “1,2 check,” and said, “sounds good to me.”  Michael Frank, his longtime friend, guitarist, and President of Earwig Records told the soundman that Honeyboy’s Fender amp “has too much distortion and that it is not his sound.”  The soundman and Michael fussed with the amp for a bit as Honeyboy mumbled a few unhappy remarks  under his breath then looked to me and said, “don’t never let nobody mess with your tone.” 

Another friend of Honeyboy’s, Rocky Lawrence, opened the show.  Decked out in a black pin stripe suit with a matching hat, that included the obligatory red feather tucked in the brim, Lawrence stomped black and white wingtips into floor as he abused his acoustic and turned the Hale House living room and study into a virtual barnyard. Rocky ripped though some old blues numbers from the likes of Muddy Waters and Robert Johnson, and finished his set with “Mystery Train.” Meanwhile backstage, Honeyboy was itching to play. 

As Edwards took the stage, he was greeted with a standing ovation. Taking his seat, he rested his Gibson Les Paul in his lap, and shouted,  “Y’all ready for the blues!”  As the band kicked into a rousing version of “Meetin’ the Devil Blues” Honeyboy’s fingers slid up and down the fretboard like greased lightning.

During  “Walkin Side by Side” Honeyboy struck a chord so deep that it sounded like the whistle from the freight trains he used to jump to get from show to show coming right out of his guitar.  Suddenly he kicked his left leg forward and let out a bluesy howl into the microphone.  His voice was smoky with a deep southern drawl.  When Honeyboy sang, it felt like tapping into the very root of what music is.    

Edwards displayed his unique slide style during “Country Man” and kept it handy during “Sweet Home Chicago” which sent the crowd into an uproar. Honeyboy claimed to have written the tune that has since been credited to Robert Johnson. Rocky explained that Honeyboy also wrote “Every Day I Have the Blues” but stopped playing it when it was credited to Memphis Slim. Rocky also noted that Honeyboy began playing the tune again when B.B. King turned it into a number one hit in the 50’s because after that, “he really did have the blues everyday.” 

Later in the show, Honeyboy asked for his Martin acoustic guitar, which Rocky was nice enough to tune for him.  As Rocky did so, Honeyboy said that the blues are great because, “if you mess up, there’s a quick turnaround for you to jump right back in."  

During “Going Down Slow” and “Big Fat Mama” Honeyboy dug deep into the fretboard.  He held his guitar away from his body, tilted his head to the side, ripped a smooth run down the entirety of the neck, and smiled as if to say, “yeah I still got it.”  Honeyboy finished his set with “61 Highway” slicing through a solo so suculent that Rocky let out a big bluesy howl. 

It’s easy for folks to have the blues these days but, people like Honeyboy who truly know suffering and triumph, can help put your blues into perspective.  If you ask Honeyboy about the hard times we’ve been having lately, he’ll gladly tell you, “you ain’t seen nothing yet, you just gotta keep on playing.” During an interview before the show Honeyboy told me that after this tour he planned on settling down a bit and spending some time with his family in Chicago.  “I play music to live,” he told me, “and I live pretty good.  I’ve done everything I wanted to do, so the world don’t owe me nothin.”

As I shook his hand to say goodbye he looked me dead in the eyes and in a telling manner told me, “everything’s gonna be all right.”     


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