Sunday, April 12, 2026

April Roadtrip, Day 12, Juke Joint Festival, Day 3

 Day 12

Sunday, April 12, 2026

   Hooray, my last night in West Helena.  Most people leave the festival Sunday morning.  This frees up a lot of motel rooms.  So, I gladly packed up the room and left.

     But first, sunrise from the motel.


     The first time I came to the Juke Joint Festival, I heard about breakfast at a place called Our Grandma's House of Pancakes. It's become a Sunday tradition of mine ever since.  I tried on a Saturday, but the place is packed. This morning, just a great breakfast.


    Most of the extra stages are gone by Sunday morning.  Not the back porch at the Bluesberry Cafe.  This morning Robert Kimbrough, Sr. was playing.  Outstanding as always.



   And that bass groove Wayne Burnside was laying down...


    Another Juke Joint tradition is Rev. Peyton and his Big Damn Band.  Every year I've come to the festival they've played Sunday morning at the Cathead stage.


    Some guys refer to their guitar as an ax.  Rev. Peyton actually plays one.


   Lala Craig, always the crowd pleaser.  To call her style chaotic seems fitting.  I've heard a few people compare her to Jerry Lee Lewis.  I can see that.


   Back at the Bluesberry Cafe patio, Angel "Cash" Ocasio was performing with his band Cash's Juke Joint.  Sitting in with the band, Roger Wilson.  They even convinced Lucious Spiller to sing a few songs.  Just amazing.


     It felt good to check into the local America's Best. It's nothing fancy, but always clean.  No more thirty mile drive to West Helena. 
      Back at the Bluesberry Patio, Captain Dirk and Bonesman were deep in their set.


    Downtown Charlie Brown came on with a mix of old spirituals and blues.  Like so many, he got his start playing in church before turning to the blues.  He still plays spirituals because of something his mother told him.  The blues are fine, just don't forget God.
    He grew up in Morristown, NJ before moving to Chicago and even wrote a song about it.  A bit surprising to hear Morristown name dropped in a blues song.  You can see him perform there by clicking here:   


   Watermelon Slim owns the Bluesberry Cafe and closes the festival.  


     As he wrapped up his set, it was time to go.


     My grandmother used to say, "There's nothing quite so over as Christmas."   An all but empty Clarksdale,it feels the same way.  


    Sunday night could only mean one thing... the after-party at Red's Tavern.


    As always, the house band comes out and warms up the crowd.


      When you show up early for a good seat, only to be thwarted by middle aged drunk people who decide they needed to awkwardly dance.


      Some just stood there in front of the performers blocking the view.  I had to shoot these with my arms fully extended above my head.







     Eventually, the dancers got tired and some of the drunk guys decided it best to sit for a while.












    In the end, I almost made it to 11P.  Still not too bad.
    So nice to have a drive less than a mile to the motel.

Friday, April 10, 2026

April Roadtrip, Day 10, Juke Joint Festival, Day 1

 Day 10

Friday, April 9, 2026

        It's thirty-two miles from the Delta Inn to downtown Clarksdale.  Sure, I do get to drive this bridge across the Mississippi River twice a day though.  The morning drive isn't so bad.  It's the one back at night.



      The lot where I parked sits behind the old Marion Theater.  That set of stairs goes up to the theater balcony.  Back then, only white patrons were allowed through the front door.  


    

    On my first visit to Clarksdale, the marquis was from the days it was the Paramount Theater, also long closed.   Up above, the Marion Theater name was still visible, now gone.   
Saturdays, the overhang is still referred to as the Paramount Stage.
    This was up last year and renovations were going on inside.  Sadly, not much has changed.


     Of course the Delta Inn doesn't do breakfast.  So, my first stop was Meraki Roasting Company.  Nothing fancy, but always good.


    On stage in the coffee shop, Angel "Cash" Ocasio on the guitar.  When he plays with his band, they go by Cash's Juke Joint
 I've never seen the coffee shop crowd this thoroughly engaged.  


     Always more fun when a few of the local musicians join in.


    Just two guys jamming the blues in front of the local Hostel.


     Over in front of Deke's Harp Harmonica Shop, JB and Jesse Haggard.


    Theo Dash outside the Ooze Bar.


     Ramblin' Dan Stevens playing at Hambones, an art studio and music venue.  Great player, entertaining storyteller.  And yes he even admits he tends to ramble.


     Ramblin' Dan wrapped up and Ray Cashman was scheduled next.  I've been a fan since I first saw him two years ago.  


      Ray finished his set and I went up to chat with him.  He gave me s copy of his new album... on a thumb drive.  Sign of the times.


    Next, I was off to the Bluesberry Cafe.  Duwayne Burnside was playing.  My friend Tracey and her wife Rochelle were already there and saving me a seat.  There's a $15 cover for the night.



   Lightnin' Malcolm came on next.  I'm not sure if it was the alcohol, the music or a combination of the two.  The four young guys sitting in front of us were having what appeared to be a religious experience.  


    The cafe is pretty small and much more packed than usual. So, we took a breather and went out to the back patio.  Our wristbands got us back inside, though we wound up staying out on the deck.
     
    Robert Kimbrough Sr. came on next.  With the back door propped open, we could hear the whole show from outside in the cool night air.
     Duwayne Burnside joined us outside.  Before long, Angel Ocasio stopped by and the two of them started drinking and having a blast.  Robert Kimbrough and Lighnin' Hopkins even hung out for a bit.  It made for a casual, fun night.  



   Ghalia Volt came on next.  I'd see her again the next day.  She and Ray Cashman are two performers I look forward to seeing.  

      When Ghalia finished her set, we all decided to call it a day.   Tracey and Rochelle had driven down from Springfield, Illinois and I had that drive back to West Helena.   

April Roadtrip, Day 9, Yazoo City to West Helena

 Day 9

Thursday, April 9, 2026

    Across the lot behind the hotel is a place called Woodee's Cafe, another place the front desk had suggested.  


     The menu... on the wall...


      The breakfast, the staff... excellent.  $6.75 plus tip.  


       The original plan was to get in some walking along the Carter Tract Levee.  It's a level walk out and then back.  Directions to the trailhead seemed easy enough.  Then I got to the turnoff.
 This is the better section of road.   Once again, this is based on Google.


     A mile from the trailhead, the road ends at a field.  Signs reading "Government Property" and "No Trespassing" had me turning around.
    Much later, I did find a trail map on a state recreation site.  Paved road and everything.  Perhaps next year.
    North on Hwy 49, not something you see every day.


     Cars were starting to stack up.  One driver left his vehicle, and had a chat with the guy in the red shirt.  A brief check of the grass to the left side.  After he made it around, the rest of us followed, one after another.  Sure beat waiting.  
    Plan B was a boardwalk trail within the Sky Lake Wildlife Management Area.  The road the GPS suggested was posted No Trespassing.


     I took a different route out and came across this...


     Paved all the way to the gravel parking lot.


    As for the boardwalk trail... 

     It was roped off.  Apparently, a tree fell in a storm and took out a section. There was a sign with other trails.  This certainly looked like a trailhead.


     It ended here...


      In the end, I just walked around the large field a few times and moved on to Indianola.  That's where you'll fine the BB King Museum.  
     Like so many musicians, he got his start singing in church.  One of the ministers added a guitar and it instantly grabbed his attention.  After a few lessons, he knew he needed his own.  Hearing the  blues on the radio changed everything.
    He would eventually move to Memphis and become a hit.  A disc jockey gave him the nickname Beal Street Blues Boy, eventually shortening it to Blues Boy, thus BB King was reborn.  His first hit song was "Three O'Clock Blues."  From there, he never looked back.  
   The other question often asked is, why did BB King name his guitars Lucille.  In 1949, he was playing a pretty rough place in Arkansas.  Two men got into a fight over a woman named Lucille.  Somehow, it started a fire and everyone ran.  Once outside, BB realized he left his guitar.  So, he ran back into the burning building.  Realizing it was pretty stupid, he started naming his guitars after the woman in the center of the argument.  It was to remind himself not to do anything that dumb again.
    One thing I didn't remember were his efforts at prison reform.  He did a series of concerts inside maximum security prisons to bring light to the issue.  You can see a film and his performance in Sing Sing here:


  

    I was just grateful to have seen him play live once.  It was his last tour.  His band came out and played.  Then they brought out a chair.  BB would play a song, tell a story and play another.


     A few blocks away from the museum sits Club Ebony.  Johnny Jones opened the club in 1948 and it became a big stop on the Chitlin' Circuit.  At the time, black artists could only play in black owned clubs.  It would change hands a few times until BB himself bought it


    No drive through this part of he state would be complete without a stop at the Dockery Plantation.  Will Dockery bought the land in 1895 and eventually planted cotton.  At it's peak, the plantation had two thousand people on staff.  Dockery understood if he wanted to keep good workers, he had to treat them right.

     Travelling musicians would often stop at farms and plantations to ply their trade.  Many owners rushed them off.  Dockery welcomed them.  The varied influenced morphed into what we now refer to as the blues.  

      Some of the musicians who played here included Charley Patton, Robert Johnson, Howlin' Wolf and David "Honeyboy" Edwards.

       The site is now owned and run by the Dockery Farms Foundation.  


     There used to be a footbridge over this ravine.  While musicians would play for free on the plantation porch, they would also play late into the night in a building on he other side.  Admission at night was twenty-five cents.  


     I've driven through Rosedale twice.  Both times Great River Road State Park was closed.  Today, the gate was wide open.


     There's a trail I've wanted to do for years.  It's not very long at all.


    It leads to a rather wide sandbar along the Mississippi River.  




   You can almost see the river from here.  Part of me wanted to walk all the way out.  But, I did have a commitment up the road.


    Normally, I would have driven on to West Helena for the night.  But, I did have to stop into Clarksdale.

     Hodson's Commissary dates back to when this was all a cotton farm.


    These days it's a bar and music venue.  I made it for the last half hour of Roger Wilson's set.




     I worked with Roger at CNN a long time ago.  He was caught up in a corporate merger/staff purge back in '93.  Until then, music was a side gig.  From then on, it became a career.

     I still had that half hour drive to West Helena for the night.  But first, over by the Red Panther Brewery where 81 year old John Primer was going on at 6P.  So yeah, I hung around.



     Watermelon Slim sitting in for a song...



     Driving to West Helena is really getting old.  It's thirty miles from Clarksdale and seems further every year.  The room there is a third of what I'd pay in town.  Starting to not feel worth the savings.
    And yeah, I know I'm really not supposed to do this...