The Pocket is strictly authentic. I love it. The sound is actually mighty mighty for an oilcan crib, the souls behind the bar are extremely soulful, and Patron Papa Jerry is of a broken mold and more … poet laureate of the pub, dig?
Yeah, man. The wisdom.
I had the great pleasure of rollin’ in recently with The National Blues — Virgil Thrasher on the horizontal reed hammer, Zack Olsen on the tub n’ thumps — and we carved three sonic hours out of the night-funk, including a slice of sour cherry drama by the name of “A Little More Evil” …
7 1/2 minutes of crescendo murk mud menace, prognosticated via slide baton on wail cans and thub-tumpers …
I hope you dig it.
Preacher Boy | The National Blues