Before Southern Culture on the Skids hit the stage, they had two opening acts: Rosie Flores and Wanda Jackson. The latter you may have heard of. Last year she released an album produced by the prolific Jack White. I thought it was pretty decent. Wanda had more credibility on the Amy Winehouse track but I’m biased against artists who are more soap opera than talent. Seriously, if you British Motown wannabes, listen to Duffy and Joss Stone.
I brief honor of meeting Wanda last evening before she left through this photographer/artist who made some posters. He needed assistance in getting some autographs. I think I intervened a tad with Wanda’s helper, he started to get a tad pissed at how many she was being asked to sign, so I told the photographer, “it’s OK, it’s OK,” meaning, let’s cut our losses and not push our luck. Afterwards, I asked him how much the photographer wanted for a poster because I seriously liked his designs…he let me have one for free. We exchanged e-mails too. I hope I run into the gentleman again.
Oh, as for Wanda. I thanked her and asked when she would be visiting us again. The answer was October. She’s a sweet little lady (under five feet tall). This isn’t meant as an insult but Wanda reminds me of an elderly aunt who is enjoying a second wind in a very long career singing Rock n’ Roll, Country, Gospel and Pop. Many call her the Queen of Rockabilly. I’ll agree with this moniker since she toured with Elvis in the mid Fifties.