October 16-18 deep in the heart of Mississippi blues territory, and featuring the likes of Guadalupe Plata, Scott H. Biram, South Filthy, James Leg and Boogaloosa Prayer, our man on the ground, ace photog Marty “Mojo” Perez, was on hand.
BY MARTY PEREZ
“Blues is the preacher. Punk is the teacher”… that phrase pretty much sums up a recent October weekend which was held in Clarksdale, Mississippi.
The Deep Blues Festival of 2014 traveled from its home base of Bayport, MN. to the righteous delta digs of Clarksdale, for a sole purpose of raisin a lil’ hell, havin a lotta fun, and bringing together kindred folk, to pay/play some respect to the likes of R.L. Burnside, T-Model Ford, Junior Kimbrough and any other soul that might call a juke joint home.
Honestly, there couldn’t have been a better spot picked to stage this away game, than at the locale of thee much sung-about cross roads.
With that thought screaming to me, I decided it was worth making the road trip to kill some curiosity and see what this Spanish trio called Guadalupe Plata (who’s been making racket in Spain now for some five years now) might be like live and in the flesh. Their LPs can only be found in Spain and they rarely play the U.S., earning little to no airplay/press, and so far the only way they’re gaining ground in the US is via word of mouth. Which added a lil’ uncertainty and anticipation to the proceedings.
As without effort, they soared and smoked the receptive congregation in the appropriately named Juke Joint Chapel during their hour plus set. A true bonus was the encore of “Lorena” where they where joined by Walter Daniels, whose harmonica playing has graced several of their songs. Not coincidently, Walter was in the house to play later in a band he’s been a member of, South Filthy.
Guadalupe Plata pretty much exceeded my expectations and set the bar for the rest of the festival. From then on forward things were off and running and I proceeded to get schooled, whilst drinking from the tap of Deep Blues and navigating the waters of Muddy Roots.
Here’s some of what I saw.
Scott H. Biram
(Clarksdale sights ‘n’ local color)