Blues from NEW ORLEANS
LITTLE FREDDIE KING – Juke Joint meets the Big Easy (Master Blues Musician)
If you want the real blues – and I’m not talkin’ about some long-haired hippy beatin’ on a National Resonator guitar or a mustachioed, Italian-suited slickster blowin’ on a chromatic harmonica – baby, you’d better call Little Freddie King. Normally only seen once a month at B.J.’s, a lounge located in the lowest bowels of the Ninth Ward where he shares floor space with a pool table and various carpet remnants, don’t think for a second that his band won’t be able to create the proper mood without their usual scrappy surroundings. The minute Freddie straps on his guitar and strikes up his gnarled chord and drummer “Wacko” Wade makes his presence known with a definitive cymbal crash, this lean, mean, swampy aggregation of gut-bucket wild men transforms the poshest of venues into a back-o-town beer joint.
While well-versed in a variety of styles, nowadays Little Freddie sounds a lot more like his cousin Lightin’ Hopkins – albeit after a three day corn liquor bender! Nevertheless, the King sobriquet is fitting, as Freddie is undeniably the monarch of the Crescent City blues scene.
"HIS MUSIC WOULD MAKE A DEAD PERSON COME OUT OF THERE GRAVE AND START DANCING"