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Little Freddie King

THE GUT-BUCKET KINE (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.

"HARD TO KILL / PISTOL PACKIN / CHICKEN PICKIN / STRING PULLIN / SHOW STOPPIN / FREIGHT TRAIN HOPPIN / GAME COCK WALKIN / CONNOISSEUR OF WOMEN / MASTER OF ELECTRICITY / KING OF THE GUT-BUCKET BLUES / HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS

Little Freddie King who has been playing the blues for fifty years. A regular at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Fest, this master bluesman drives the crowd wild at any time of day. A Mississippi native who transplanted to New Orleans, his hard living was filled with shootings, stabbings, jail sentences, all night rambling and plenty of hard work. He has been playing his rural electric blues in the bowels of New Orleans’ now devastated Ninth Ward for years. His cracked, heavily lived-in voice delivers an old style R&B feel, and his gnarling nasty chords recall the heyday of his cousin Lightning Hopkins and his friend John Lee Hooker.