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My Guys with Sweet Angel

So, you always hear all sorts of things about singers these days. Some are total divas. Some are self-centered, rude, and hard to work with. Some are just particular about what they like. Last year, Jeremy got a call from Mike Dobbins, husband and manager of Sweet Angel, “the Redbone with the Saxophone of Blues.” Due to scheduling difficulties, we were not able to work with her. In that year, Sweet Angel had another band or two, and the Bones started to take off on their own.

About a month or two ago, we got a call from Mike Dobbins. Jeremy was asked to put a band together for a Sweet Angel show. This time, the band was ready. All they needed was a guitar player. Moe, our bass player, suggested someone. He came to two rehearsals (there were only 3) and backed out on the day of the event. Moe called a guitarist named Adam. Jeremy has played with him a lot of times on Beale Street. I was sure if anyone could do the music he could. But that story comes a little later. Jeremy booked the gig for the Bones, and the Bones began rehearsing the music.

Now, I should explain something before I go any further. All of the musicians I work with are able to listen to a song and normally play it back just like the CD. You will rarely ever see chord charts, drum charts, or sheet music around them. A majority of them are self taught. I don’t mean, they only play by ear. If you gave 3/4 of them sheet music to sight read, they could. There is just something different about these musicians.

I was emailed all of the music and made sure my band got it. The first rehearsal lasted an hour or so. They seemed to breeze right through the music. The second rehearsal was a little rough. Of course, there was a different added element, the guitarist. I was not personally at that rehearsal, but I know it tool almost 3 hours. I also heard stories about the guitarist arguing and whining throughout the rehearsal with Sweet Angel. I was at the third and last rehearsal. The energy through the first run was low. When the second run was played, Sweet Angel sounded pretty satisfied, although still skeptical of if they could pull the show off with the energy she needed.

The day of the show rolled around, and we all rode together to Tunica, MS. We were performing at the Tunica Expo Center and Arena, opening up for Avant and Keke Wyatt, as well as Mr. Bobby Rush. Avant’s band was on stage doing a sound check when we walked in the door.  Jeremy thought he would be able to use the keyboard in the backline, and there was a backline for everyone else, so nobody brought their amps or big equipment in. They took a very long time to finish their sound check. Sweet Angel and 88Bones were going on stage at 7, but when the band finally got to step foot on stage, it was 7. Of course, Jeremy couldn’t use the other Motif on the stage. We had to run out and get his equipment and set it up. We did that in about 5 minutes time, and the band got started.

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The first song was so full of energy.  Adam, the guitar player, fit right in with the band, even though his first time hearing her music was in his car on the way to Tunica. Sweet Angel was sweating by the 2nd verse! She told the guys during rehearsal that she wasn’t satisfied until she started sweating.  After the first song, I went to sit beside the stage.  The show went of without a hitch. When Sweet Angel came off stage, she told me I’d whipped them into shape. I didn’t do anything. That’s just my guys. They may not be perfect during rehearsal, but when the lights are shining and people are cheering, these guys give their best.

We got in the van for the ride home, all feeling somewhat satisfied. It looks like this could be a new path for #88Bones. Stay tuned for this adventure. Oh, and Sweet Angel has proved not to be anything more than a professional lady. She was kind, generous, encouraging, and wants the best band she can get because she puts on a show that needs just that. We truly appreciate her professionalism. I am very proud to say I am the manager of Suavo J. feat. Mr. 88 and the Bones. They are an amazingly talented group of professional musicians, and I am honored to be able to work with them. I’m so glad that they entrusted me with their future as a band.

Florida Road Trip: Part 3 Paradise Bar and Grill…and Inn

The rest of the ride to Pensacola was fairly uneventful. We hit a ton of traffic going through the tunnel in Mobile during rush hour on Saturday, of course. Jeremy was drove through to the other side of the I-10 bridge, and we stopped one last time. We had about 45 minutes on our GPS, and we had 40 minutes to make the gig. It was time to drive smart.

I made it through traffic and got us to Paradise Bar and Grill at 5:56 pm. The gig started at 6.We pulled into the Paradise Inn, which is not on the side of the Gulf that all of the waves wash up on. It was a pretty nice place, and the staff was very friendly. There was a small private beach area and swim area with a pier. A few boats were docked, and there was a pretty nice crowd of people there. While Jeremy changed clothes (he looked like a grease monkey…lol), Darren and Mike, the substitute bass player, helped me get all of Jeremy’s equipment out of the car and set up. At precisely 6:07 pm, the band started. It rained earlier in the day, so the band was set up on the patio instead of the big stage. The clouds were clearing, and the sun was warming the beach. It was an intimate setting, and the band sounded great. An autistic young man, maybe 21 or so, got up and began to dance. He really had the crowd going. Brian gave him a tambourine, and he was right on beat. It was so awesome! I walked out onto the beach and had a seat next to the ocean. I ran my feet through the sand and took a few pictures of the sky and of the band. I was at peace, finally. It felt so good to feel the sand in my toes again.

After the first set, Darren gave us our room key, and we went to take our stuff to the room. About half way through the second set, I went to the room to try to sit down and blog. Of course, the “free wifi” didn’t work in my room, so I went back out to listen for a little while and have a bite to eat. We ate in the room on Jeremy’s second break, and the exhaustion began to hit. I’d been up since the day before with only about two hours of sleep in the car in Little Rock. My time to sleep on the road was interrupted by our car situation. I decided to stay in the room for the last set, take a shower, and maybe get some sleep. Once my head hit the pillow, I was out. The next thing I knew, Jeremy was waking me up to tell me that the gig was over. He hopped in the shower, and cuddled up next to me in the softest bed we’d probably ever been in.

We woke up bright and early the next morning, actually feeling refreshed. We made our way to Mc Donald’s to grab a warm breakfast (the continental breakfast at the hotel really didn’t fill you up), and tried to figure out what we wanted to do. We were limited on funds due to the car trouble on the way down, but I was still determined to enjoy myself. We went back to the room and changed into beach wear.

We walked across the street to the ocean side of the beach, and when we hit the sand, it felt so cool and smooth between my toes. I hadn’t really been able to enjoy the beach since I was a kid, and I was excited to be with Jeremy on his first trip to the beach. It is truly another world. The people are all friendly and laid back. The weather is beautiful. The scenery is beautiful. Who wouldn’t love it? Unfortunately, I burned my leg pretty bad a week before, so I couldn’t get in the ocean. It was so nice just getting to spend time with Jeremy. We walked up the beach as the waves washed over our feet, sometimes pulling us toward the ocean. We would laugh and try to keep each other up. It was fun just being with each other without worrying about all the things we deal with when we are at home. If we had no responsibilities, we probably would have tried too stay. LOL. We didn’t have long before the next gig started at 3, so we went to the pool for a dip. It was so cold I couldn’t make it past the 2nd step. We were at the pool because Jeremy wanted to prove to me that he couldn’t float. He proved his point, and we quickly got out. It was time too get ready for the gig, anyway. It was time to see what a Sunday afternoon on the big stage at Paradise Bar and Grill would be like.

Beale Street School of Music

Most people think of Beale Street as a place to go party and get drunk, which is unfortunate. I get to see Beale as a school. People flock to Beale just to play on stage and be able to play the Blues. Kids come and get lessons from some of the vets. I got to see that today, and it was so cool. Daniel is teaching himself to play the guitar, and said that they don’t really appreciate the Blues where he is from. He seemed to do very well on stage today!

Our little musician

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Now Tytianna likes to sing!!!

Our Blues Baby

Ty is my daughter. Well, not biologically, but she is my husband’s daughter. She has been around me since 2 years old, and calls her biological mom and me “Mommy.” So, I say Ty is my daughter. Just figured I would explain that to any who wonder when they read about my daughter.
Now, my daughter is one of the most spirited, intelligent, and most gifted children I have met in a long time. She truly fascinates me. She lights up a room when she walks in, smiling at everyone and giving everyone a waving “hello.” She will tell someone any day that she is a Blues baby. Ha. This child LOVES all music. She sings in the choir, plays the keyboard, drums, harmonica, and she has a couple of guitars she wants to learn how to play. Ty will be gifted like Jeremy. She told me last Thursday that she wanted to play on the main stage at Handy Park with the country band that was there. Wow.

With that being said, I can’t wait to document my family’s life in pictures.

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Kings palace patio

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My husband, Jeremy Powell

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