chuckography

Friday, September 30, 2011

Return performance....

Tuesday night I saw Scott H. Birham.

Again.

This time he played at the Pour House.

And I'll remember him.

Going in, I thought the name was familiar but couldn't place him.

Turns out the last time I saw him was at the Village Tavern....September 8, 2005.

Oh, he's probably played here since then but I had forgotten his unique "style".

The man is very profane.

No church picnics in the future for Scott.

The "F Bomb" was one of his milder terms.

The PoHo has one of the best sound systems in the region.

Scott brought along a battery-powered Bull Horn.

He used that a few times with his guitar.

Well, not at the same time.

Here's a shot I took back in 2005.

Might be the same guitar.

Definitely the same hat.

Or one just like it.

Scott also plays a 12-string and THAT'S pretty impressive.

Now the Mount Pleasant club is called the Charleston Village Tavern with new owners.

And a new sound system.

Wonder if they ever saw Scott play with the old set-up?

It was fun thumbing back through my photo files.

Digital photography means never having an actual negative.

That takes some getting used to.

(The pictures show more detail when you click on them.) Thanks for listening in and, if Scott's language offended you, just remember that detail the next time he's in town.

Labels: "F-Bomb", 12-string guitar, bull horn, Pour House, profane, Scott H. Birham, Texas One Man Band, Village Tavern

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Craig Ferguson.... Funny Man From Scotland

So you drive over to Atlanta to see Scotsman Craig Ferguson on tour doing live stand up comedy freed of all those pesky network censors.

The star of the Late, Late Show on CBS is appearing at the Performing Arts Centre in NW Atlanta so first we need to find a good stop for an early meal.

Hmmm - there's a Celtic themed place nearby called The Tilted Kilt. Come to find out it's an Irish version of Hooters. Hey, close enough. It's a sports bar with good pub food and the ladies wear abbreviated kilts.

The Arts Centre rises up to really, really high nosebleed seats. (I saw a sign once at a hockey match calling its highest section The Ceiling Fans.)

It looks like our man from Glasgow is drawing nearly a full house.

The opening performer comes out to harass and browbeat the crowd. He's ok but we're there to see how potty-mouth Craig will be.

Craig dances onstage dressed casually in jeans and wearing a black leather jacket.

Two dance partners assist him in opening the show then they depart and,14 seconds later, the first "F-Bomb" is dropped.

Sit back and laugh.. he's funny as h*ll and he's on a roll.

He has commented often that he dislikes the dressed up look expected of a television talk show host. Now we hear about his days as a teenager playing in a heavy metal band, immersed in drugs and booze and his disdain of ever wearing a suit and tie and sitting behind a desk.

It was a fun evening and Craig was totally hilarious, unhindered by constraints.

But..is cable television ready for him?

*The hits on my blog really spiked as people searched for Craig Ferguson so I've added a few more shots that I took. No Cameras Allowed so two were taken with the camera held in my lap and I couldn't adjust the exposure. Sorry.
Craig is in a white spotlight. The rest were taken at the end of the show when we all jumped to our feet, applauding and cameras suddenly appeared. I felt comfortable taking a few pictures...would they kick me out then?