Get a clue: Dale Watson in the Club Tavern with a Lone Star.
Lola says we are now in attendance double digits for Dale Watson shows. I believe she is correct and know for sure the first time was in the basement of the Great Dane Pub a block off Capital Square on July 20, 1999. Lola immediately senses there is something special in this band from Austin, Texas who are picking up a last minute paying gig on a trip up north.
Moose must have also sensed the vibe because the story goes he gave the boys food to eat, a place to crash and a stage to play whenever they found themselves in the neighborhood. Every Dale Watson night since has been remarkably unique. Tonight the stage banter muses about the inferior product corporate music is marketing, so it is no longer appropriate to call his work country music. Moose proposes calling it roadhouse music for historical accuracy, but Lola and I agree the proper term is honky-tonk. Music of the people, by the people and for the people people with kick ass guitars and a fiddle player.
