Lady Luck or Leprechaun continued smiling (or laughing) as a empty table greeted us right inside the door, stage left of the bandstand. Just the bass player and the drummer occupied the stage, but blues/rock licks were being ripped somewhere by a strolling minstrel within the dark recesses of that club. I kept looking to see who was laying down such tasty stuff and spotted his back, holding court directly in front of a nice looking blond, reeling off one rapid fire blues note after another. He returned to that same scene frequently, which led me to believe that she was his Valentine's, or relative, or someone who donated substantially to his tip jar. At this point, I had my suspicions as to who the perpertrator may be and a chat with the door man confirmed that it was Alan Haynes playing through one of Stevie Ray Vaughan's Strats. I let my wife and companions know that we were being treated to a performance by one of the best in the business.
Now, I'd never heard Alan Haynes doing his thang live. I've got a couple of his CDs, a 'live' one with Jim Suhler and his Wishing Well, but seeing him live was definitely eye opening. My phone is not one of the smart ones and takes very poor photos without tons of light, so I stuck a shot of his Live at The Big Easy up here on the blog--it's one that I've wanted, but it hasn't been available for awhile. We walked into the club at quarter of 11 and left at 1:15 and Haynes played without nary a break. The man possessed a bottomless well of ideas that he applied to his fretboard as he wandered the pub, touching on Hendrix, SRV, Winter and, of course, Haynes. He visited our table and popped our eyes and ears with fingers that defied us to keep up with the direction that might they might head next. Every now and then, he returned to the stage to remind everyone that he could sing the blues very well as well. Most of the time, though, he prowled like a Stat packin' panther. A good friend of mine, and aquaintance of Hayne's, told me that this is his 6th mode--an attempt to keep the bar hoppers seated. Pretty effectual mode, I think. His Valentine's went nowhere. After a return from the men's room, I stopped by her bar stool to watch Haynes employ a shot glass for his slide tool and then swap it for a beer bottle, until he needed a swig. Same friend had been telling me for awhile that I needed to get by The Big Easy in Houston and catch Alan Haynes. My loss. I used to frequent places like Club Hey Hey, The Bon Ton Room, Fitzgerald's, Rockefeller's and Billy Blues to catch string slingers such as Jimmy Thackery, Lonnie Mack, Tinsley Ellis, The Arc Angels' pair, Anson Funderburgh, Little Charlie, Roy Rogers, etc...So, I can definitely say that Alan Haynes belongs on the world stage of six string, blues/rock guitar heroes. The man does know how it's done in Texas.
Don't take my word for it. Catch him when you can. He frequently plays The Big Easy and the BD Riley doorman told me that he a regular attraction there also. In the meantime, head to http://www.alan-haynes.com/ and read about what I've left out. 'Nuff for now.
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