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Sunday night, Taylor Hicks and company played the Orange Beach Amphitheater on the Alabama gulf shore. It was a concert to remember - the undisputed highlight being an encore performance of Dion’s “Abraham, Martin and John” backed by his long-time performing partner, Jon Cook.

But the show making the buzz is the “drop-in” later at the Flora-bama Lounge and Package. Sentimental reasons alone would have been enough to make this worth catching: the place where Hicks wrote his first song at age 19, a place where he learned how to hold the attention of a diverse and rowdy crowd, the chance to play with just about every guy he’d ever played with before, a chance to take a stage that had been literally washed off the map when Hurricane Ivan hit two years ago. Two years that have seen both the Flora-bama and Hicks’ career spring to new life.

But that’s just the worm. The tequila shot came from the stage. As you’ll see in this reader report, it was heard far and wide. Brace yourself for a lot of rapture - it was that kind of night:

Born in the Florabama

fbt.jpg- by Orca

Sunday night, after pummelling a 7,500 strong, cheering Orange Beach audience with a rocking category 4 performance at the Wharf Amphitheatre (I know he pummelled and rocked ‘em because I was listening on the cellcert and simultaneously hitting myself in the head with a hammer at my stupidity for not being there, particularly when he and Jon Cook performed Abraham, Martin and John acoustically, but that’s another story…), the hurricane that is Taylor Hicks went home to his beloved Florabama and continued to raise the assault to a category 5 hit, with a little help from a some of his best buds. Sorry, for the long, run on sentence, I’m not a writer, but I believe in this blog and what what and supporters are trying to do for Hicks, because I believe in and support Taylor Hicks 1000%, and given that, how could I say no when what asks me to tell you what? Now, I wasn’t there in person, but was privileged, and eternally grateful, to get a “live” call from a couple of fabulous friends who were there (along with another dozen of my extremely smart friends) on the beach in that hot, loud, sweaty, crowded, fantastically fun, drunken madhouse roadhouse as it was all happening. As much as I feel I will now willingly give my left foot (and right foot should they both need a foot someday) to them, this event will go down in my personal history journal as one of my life’s biggest regrets. I had the chance to go. There was absolutely no reason for me not to go. I just didn’t go. From the first day I ever heard of the Florabama Lounge & Package, and Taylor Hicks’ connection to and love for it, and descriptions of it, I knew I had to experience it before I die. And I missed my first crack at it - and what a massive crack it turned out to be. Oh me of little faith. No, that’s not true, I had faith, I just momentarily wimped, but it’s a mistake I will never repeat again. Ever.

I’m basking in the afterglow of the OB cellcert (innocent of the fact that it was only foreplay at that point - the real sex was still to come), half a bottle of red down, but at the same time contemplating breaking open the bourbon to burn off the green jealousy blotches creeping up my neck. I’ll get by, Somehow… Phone rings, 2240 hrs PST. Shit, a last minute sick call at the hospital for night shift. I’m not going. I’m not. I pick up the phone and hear screaming and music. No one says anything, just screaming and music. “Seven Mile Breakdown”. It’s Wynn Christian and Spoonful James from the freakin’ Florabama!!! LIVE!!! O Rapturous Joy - I have friends who like me!!! They really like me!!! OK, I know it’s not all about me, but right at that second, it really felt like it was. And then I hear a distinct Voice I know so well, and it’s singing “Bring It on Home To Me” by Sam Cooke. I hear Taylor shout “Welcome to the Florabama - have ya’ll ever been to the Florabama?” I am euphoric, but refuse to die yet - I just got there. I’m alone, but not alone. I don’t want to be alone. It’s not fun being alone at times like this. I get on the boogie board and start babbling. There is no one there. ACK!!! This is for ALL of us - where the fuck IS everyone???? No matter. I will just babble senselessly. With no words spoken to me as yet, I know I’ve been called on a mission: Play by play. In case the folks on the other end are too drunk by the end to remember any of it. Hopefully some of them are not too drunk to operate cameras…this is a major event, people!

For the record, a synoptic play by play of my play by play:

-the place is an absolute nuthouse! VERY VERY VERY loud. Tons of drunk people and hotter than hades
-Taylor came off the stage after seven mile. Terrific screaming going on. GOD I WISH I WAS THERE
-He’s baaaaack…friggin’ hotalicious crazy harp Gonna Move coming to me LIVE from the freakin’ Florabama! (eta: the first of many prolonged, incredibly delicious jack-hammering harp attacks to come…)
-Taylor’s singing “that’s where it’s at pretty baby”
-back to Gonna Move - more harp. Crazy harp!!
-”smoke from a distant fire”
-More Harp. HOT harp. AGAIN - GAH!
-JAYSUS…he’s STILL blowin that harp!!
-”say yeah” call and response
-AAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK MORE HARP!!! OMG - I have never heard it this good!!!
-Eastbound & Down - shout out “Florabama!”
-More harp. God I’m dead.
-Gonna Move again. Big finish….long (vocal) wail..more harp…moaning something now (Taylor and me)
-right into When The Saints Go Marching In - “I’m heeeeeeeeerrrrrre in AlaBAAAAAmAAAAAA”
-chickin’ pickin’ (Rick Carter on guitar)
-MORE harp!!! I’m already DEAD Taylor….
-more Saints…crowd sings along
-Harp/guitar duel. I need oxygen. STAT.
-crowd sings along. Taylor joins in
-Big finish for Saints with a last shot of harp. Just awesome…I cannot BELIEVE that harp!
-Taylor says “I wrote my first song here when I was 19″
-can’t tell what song is going on now, but it’s slow and sweet and he’s harping again…ok, it’s The Weight
-morphs into Tupelo Honey now - mostly Taylor’s voice pure and clear - back to The Weight. I am just so blown away right now. Oh SA-WEET ending!
-I hear my friend make a strangled sound and plaintively says “please sing it, please”. I don’t know what this was about, but I want him to sing it too please.
-Taylor says “it’s not the first time I fucked up a verse at the Florabama”
-tinkering around…he’s either changed his mind or he’s figured out how to start Call Me The Breeze now! hahahahahhaha!
-”I might go down to the Florabama”
-He’s lovin that harp and I am PISSED OFF that I’m not there, but SO GRATEFUL to be hearing this.
-HARPITAUR!!!
-Taylor called someone up on stage and said she gave him his first gig at the FB. They sing together.
-EVERYBODY is drinking Bushwackers. I want a Bushwacker too…
-Clay Connor on stage playing
-break time - friends go for Bushwackers. I will get one there one day, I swear.
-break over, Wynn and Quinn (Borland) getting ready to play. Friends have moved to front of stage. 2 feet from Wynn “how cool is that?”
-Spoonful James starting up…bluesy and jazzy…piano…now Big Legged Woman! Thumbs up - very cool!
-a little bit of “Badge”, now something I don’t know the title of, but I know it’s on SJ’s cd that I have
-some funky guitar and “Mr Quinn Borland on bass”
-Sneakin’ Sally Thru The Alley. Who’s on piano???
-”Play the Blues!”
-Zippy D is there. He’s going to play! Friend: “OMG I have died and gone to fucking heaven”
-Wynn introduces the band
-crazy piano - Brian Less??? No, it’s Loren Gold!
-shout outs for Jager Bombs
-Taylor is back!
-Rockin’ Pneumonia - Hey Pocky Way - funkity funky bass and honky tonk piano “make it funky!” - Fire on the Bayou
-mad bad ass Zippy drums
-Taylor: “It’s good to be back home. With my buddies. We’re gonna have a jam session!”
-Friend: “I can’t begin to tell you how many people are crammed on this tiny stage”
-Feelin’ Alright - KICK.ASS. guitar - OMG!
-crowd singing. Unbelievable piano! Jeez, why aren’t we all there? Note to self: discard regular hammer - upgrade to ballpeen hammer…
-Eastbound & Down again - crowd singing acapella
-Taylor: “one more time!”
-crowd sings acapella again with Taylor
-Taylor talking, muffled…”I love all ya’ll motherfuckers”. That’s my bad boy I love!
-thank you shout outs to the FB and crowd. Everyone still singing EB&D - crazy guitar again
-HARP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG FUCKING WILD CRAZY HARP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-”say YEAH” call and response
-no words for this guitar…Taylor and his boys know how to kill an audience
-gospel like organ winds down Feelin’ Alright….shit, now back to hot harp and say yeahs! DEAD
-and the assault continues…DO.NOT.STOP.
-YEAH! OMG OMG. That’s all folks…I need a ciggy…

I have NEVER heard Taylor play harp like that. He oughtta do that more often. Off the charts. That harp does things to me. I’ve seen Taylor in concert 11 times and loved every second of every one, but I MUST see Taylor in a setting like this one day. THIS Taylor is totally free and wild and spontaneous. THIS Taylor sent me to this wonderful world in which I now exist. THIS is the Taylor Hicks I heard on the live Open Door Cafe set and two 2005 Workplay sets, that sent me over the edge. THIS is the Taylor Hicks I believe to my soul in.

As I sat listening to the start of the third set with Spoonful James, I could immediately tell when Taylor took the stage. There was an instant kick up in the band, like they were all sucked together and ramped up 1,000 notches. I could feel the energy surge from 2,000 miles away in another country. Amazing! This was the night of the year. I’m so happy Taylor had such an incredible night with his friends, and that more people got to see him unrestrained and natural. There is so much in him still to come out and it’s going to come from his roots like this, with friends, old and new, who gel with him like this. His absolute joy is infectious. His absolute passion is undeniable. I pick up on the feeling and energy, and it was just oozing with an unbelievable force on Sunday night. No, not oozing - slamming me bodily. Next time, I’m going to be there in person for the full course gourmet pounding.


a couple other things:
Hicks and Cook, a few years back, on the southeast bar circuit:
(Smith’s Old Bar, Atlanta, GA, date unknown)
[audio=http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/6/3/1140363/mp3s/Abraham%2C%20Martin%2C%20and%20John.mp3]2007 Mullet Toss recap

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