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Dave Weld remembers J.B. Hutto
Blues guitarist, vocalist, songwriter and bandleader Dave Weld got his
start on Chicago's West Side in the late ‘70s. At the 1815 Club on
Roosevelt Road, Dave was in the house band with Chico Chism, Shorty
Gilbert, Hubert Sumlin, Detroit Junior and Eddie Shaw. Dave played there
with Otis Rush, Guitar Junior, Tail Dragger, Little Arthur, Johnny
Littlejohn and more. Weld was under the tutelage of Grammy winning slide
guitarist J.B. Hutto. J.B
introduced Dave to his nephew, Lil’ Ed. They started the band Lil’ Ed
and the Blues Imperials and played every joint on the West Side for ten
years. Burnin' Love is Weld's Delmark debut and it features Li’l
Ed on guitar and the legendary Abb Locke on saxophone.
By Dave Weld
The first time I met J.B. Hutto was in a dream!
I was in high school, in a north suburb, and one night in a
restless sleep, I found myself face to face with a short black man, in a
suit with a broad infectious smile playing guitar in a style I had never
seen before. He was
featured American Bandstand style in an enclosure that provided
lighting, and he was working incessantly at the frets of his guitar with
a piece of metal, playing and all the while smiling directly at me!
I thought about that haunting dream all the next day at school.
I had been in the process of trading my John Mayall records for
Lightnin’ Hopkins’ "Black Cadillac Blues" and Howlin' Wolf's "Big City
Blues". But I never forgot
that dream, until the day I found McKinley Morganfield's name on the
back of a Rolling Stones album, and learned that he was called Muddy
Waters, and that piece of metal was called a slide, like in my dream,
and that's what made Muddy's sound so different!
Years later in 1975, I walked into the Wise Fools Pub on north Lincoln
in Chicago, and there was a short guy, in a suit with a broad infectious
smile, onstage playing the sweetest slide I had ever heard, with a
booming voice and a style different from Hound Dog's, both clean and
dirty at the same time. I was touched inside, where joy meets harmony,
as in the dream I’d had years earlier, and on the break I walked up to
introduce myself. The band
members, Lee Jackson on guitar and Bombay Carter on bass, sidled up to
the bar to get a drink.
J.B. had been arrested once by Chicago police for drunk driving, but it
was really the blood sugar raging out of control that made him weave.
I ran into one person, years
later, who said, "Yeah, J.B. smokes a little weed", but I never saw it
all those years I was with him, and at his home.
I hung out with J.B. that night and he extended a hand, helping as a
mentor and friend, teaching me guitar, both lead and backup. I spent
years at his home in Harvey IL, and he introduced me to my first band,
Hound Dog Taylor’s Houserockers, Ted Harvey and Brewer Phillips. They
had ended up with J.B. after Hound Dog’s death in 1975.
We played for a year at Sweet Pea's on 47th and Ingleside, while
J.B. was on the road based out of Boston, where he moved in the late
‘70s.
Ted and Harvey had been touring with J.B. out East but he fired them
after a big fight. Guitarist Jimmy Thackery, then with the Nighthawks,
told me the story about the fight. It
happened in the dawn’s light, in a calm, white neighborhood with J.B.
wearing his sequined Shriners hat and African outfit. He was struggling
with Brewer, guns drawn but not used, and the police were called.
This left Ted and Brewer free so I could join them for my first
pro gig for a year at Sweet Pea's, a South Side club where I could get
beat up, or married, in the same night for being white.
It was that same extended helping hand that introduced me to his
nephews, Lil’ Ed and James “Pookie” Young, so we could start the Blues
Imperials. It was that same
helping hand in 1983 that played imaginary notes, fingering them in the
air, in his cancer ward death bed, while I played guitar next to him.
We both agreed that I missed a few notes, and when I told him
that I had bought a new car, he looked me dead in the eye and said "but
it’s not for the band right?"
Later that week he died.
J.B. could sing! He came up
in the church. Born Joseph Benjamin Hutto in 1926 in Blackville, S.C.,
his father Calvin was a preacher who moved the family to Augusta, GA
when J.B. was three. He and his three brothers and three sisters formed
a gospel group, The Golden Crowns, who were popular in local churches.
Back then he was singin' high, because his guitar was tuned to
open E, but later Lee Jackson showed him how to tune down to D, so J.B.
could play open tuning or "spanish"
and sing lower, which is easier to do as you age,
or have to sing all night.
This is what got me started playing in D.
So when J.B. beckoned, "ride with me" for a gig on the West Side, I said
“sure”. It was to a party held in a banquet hall hosted by Hound Dog
Taylor’s widow’s social club, and J.B. wanted to show me the ropes. I
sat in the car with the band (different guys from the Wise Fools and NOT
the Houserockers) and while J.B. took care of business, they passed a
pint around. I noticed the
bass man gave the drummer a pill, but I did not think anything of it.
They loaded in and hit the stage, sounding pretty good, opening
the show for J.B., all the while playing a tight, professional set with
the black crowd clapping, dancing and calling out!
J.B. came up after about four songs, and things started to change.
J.B. was always so intense with his music, sliding and singing,
but he started to notice the beat changing and looking back to see what
was wrong; he changed songs thinking it would go better, but it was
worse. By now everyone was
looking at the drummer, who was missing time and disoriented.
Soon vomit billowed out of the drummer’s mouth onto the snare
drum in a puddle, but instead of falling off the throne, he passed out
with his face in the puddle, his arms hanging loosely down from the
snare, with dinner more than just a recent memory.
After a short while the guys stopped playing.
J.B. did clean it up and, amazingly, found another drummer to make the
night. I could tell by the
way he was talking to Hound Dog’s widow, how bad he felt, and later that
night, after the gig, J.B. pointed out some band leader facts.
"See how good they sounded, until I got up there", and sure
enough, they soon left J.B. as a unit, taking their cheap little gigs
with them, leaving behind a decent and intelligent future Blues Hall of
Famer and international bluesman to clean up the mess, find another
band, move to Boston, win a Grammy, and tour the globe.
That's one reason J.B. said, "you'll always struggle, you got to leave
this town", and so I put
his advice in my song "Ramblin'" the second cut of our Delmark CD
Burnin' Love.
Delmark was good to J.B., and J.B. was loved by Delmark, Bob
Koester and his wife Sue, who have been running the label with great
success for over 55 years.
I’m the guy Koester calls "J.B.'s bastard son". That's me, and yes J.B.,
I got the guys a van!
Dave Weld & The Imperial Flames will appear at the Chicago Blues
Festival, on Friday June 11th, at the Gibson Crossroads stage at high
noon, and at Buddy Guy’s Legends, for their CD release party on Tuesday,
July 20th.
For more info: www.daveweld.com or
buy his CDs at:
http://www.cdbaby.com/Search/RGF2ZSBXZWxk/0
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