One night with Nick Moss & The Flip Tops serves as a brick to the head of those who would dismiss the blues as a historical relic or monolithic idiom. Moss showered plenty of credit and facetime with his sidemen onstage and marveled to me at their ability to really play together between sets. But it was the seemingly effortless way he channeled one inspired lead after another that shined brightest.
I pledged my third piece about last week's 31st Blues Music Awards would be my final word on the subject until the DVD of the event was released, but I guess I'm not ready to let it go because with all due respect, the BMAs got it wrong. The best blues band was in Huntsville on Wednesday night. I've known that for awhile and voted accordingly. The majority of you cannot say the same. Nick Moss & The Flip Tops have landed on their feet and so will all of you, but not quite the same way.
When the fateful day comes and laps are assigned, I'll be sitting in the shade sipping a tall, cold one while the rest of you run. Nick & Co. have been nominated 16 times and have yet to win. You've had your opportunities and you've not learned your lesson. You keep making the same mistake over and over, so now you run. There is a complex algorithm that calculates a multiplier determining how many laps you'll all run for this.
I don't even know what that means but it sounds to me like some of you are going to be on the track for awhile so best you lace them up and start stretching now. You can't say you weren't warned.