Last night, I got a taste of the Voodoo Blues, and I loved it. The Voodoo Organist came to town and played his own special blend of "exotic demonic blues." I may look and act punk, but I've got blues in my soul, and this was just the medicine I needed.

His set was more than just music, it was a show. His skulls and the prevalence of red gave a real environment and set a discernible mood. He even changed into a suit to play!

He played a unique blend of dark electronica, flamenco, blues, world, and rock on his red Yamaha Organ. Each song had a prevalence of one style with dabblings of each other style. Also, with such a variance, the set was interesting. Each song sounded different and none of it became overtly monotonous, which is very good. Plainly put, his songs were great and a welcome difference from a regular loud rock band.

Now let's talk about the man, Scott Wexton. He's probably the most coordinated man I've ever met. He pre-recorded all of his backbeats and played them over his own P.A. Then, he slams artfully away on his red organ, a task which requires quite a bit more than a week or two of experience. As if timing this with pre-recordings that won't stop or change tempo for you, he also had his feet going. One foot was working the bass pedals to create a walking bass line, while the other was working a volume pedal. All while singing and using a small electronic instrument called a theremin. You could tell that he's been playing for many years.

His song about the crossroads really got me. That's my favorite music history story. That's what immediately caught my attention. His blend of Voodoo Blues was great, and I hope he comes back soon.

Now it's time for my usual spiteful accosting. Nobody, save me, was there from Olivebranch (don't you guys check the site?) You guys deserted me and left me with the usual Zen freaks that have nothing better to do than go to a coffee shop day in and day out. A note to the aforementioned Zen regs: You don't have to be total dicks to the performer. Since most of you haven't accomplished anything in life, you probably have no idea how hard it is to perform. That was his art, his entire life, and you guys choked it up to a simple lounge act there for your entertainment. It was especially friendly of you to talk and make jokes during the songs, along with the yelling that wasn't cheer or praise-related. Simply put-Fuck Off.