I frequently turn my nose up at Fort Worth musicians. I’ve been called a music snob and I wear that title proudly. But there are always exceptions to everything. The Toadies. Leon Bridges. And most recently, Dylan Bishop.
A month or so ago one of the musicians I use to see called me wanting to know where I was.
“In Austin. Where are you?,” I inquired.
“I’m in Fort Worth with Dylan Bishop and we need a place to stay.”
“Well you know where I live. I don’t know Dylan, but I instantly trust him more than you. Go ahead,” I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone.
I had been hearing about Dylan for a few months. “The boy from Fort Worth.” And I knew he must me good because all my musician friends were endorsing the youngin. He’s all of twenty and plays the blues.
Last week I walk in to my home away from home in Austin, Cboys Heart and Soul to see the best gig on a Monday, Charlie Jones and his band Jonesin.
There are seven drummers in Austin who I think are phenomenal, and Jones is high on that list. The other six are Snizz, John Speice IV, Robb Kidd, JJ Johnson, Johnny Radelat of Gary Clark Jr., and Alex Marrero, who is also a very talented singer and fronts Adrian Quesada’s Brown Sabbath, a Cumbria style cover band that Ozzy has declared “Fucking brilliant.”
Side note… if you don’t know who Adrian Quesada is, then you don’t know music. Texas Monthly did a write up not long ago about the seven degrees of Adrian. And said “He has either written, produced, or been in a band with anyone who is anyone in music today.” And that’s the truth. He is a Grammy winner and absolutely brilliant. Some of his current projects are Groupo Fantasma, Brownout, Brown Sabbath, Ecnocentrics, Spanish Gold, and most recently The Black Pumas featuring himself and Eric Burton. An overnight success for someone who definitely had overnight success coming after decades in the business. Back to my story…
I was thrilled to learn Dylan Bishop was opening for Jonesin and he did not disappoint. I was floored by his talent.
When he got off stage I went up to introduce myself.
“Dylan Bishop?,” it was more a statement then a question.
“Yes,” he grinned and tucked his hair behind his ear as he turned around.
“I’m Alexis. I believe you stayed at my house with Pope a month or so ago?”
His grin widened. “Yes! Thank you so much! Chad and I wrote songs at your kitchen counter.”
“YOU wrote songs at MY kitchen counter?” My mouth dropped open in awe. “Are you fucking serious?!”
He assured me he was serious. And I told him I immediately felt responsible for the success of his next album.
And I do. When he blows up, which he’s already doing, remember my kitchen. Clearly his source of inspiration.
That was a great Monday. Meeting Dylan. Hanging out with Charlie, Russell Lee, Jimmie Graves, Paul Hernandez, my girl Heather, swimming until 5 am playing chicken and having swim races. Russell killed the races, finishing before most got to the halfway mark.
Eric Burton of The Black Pumas was there and kept telling me my eyes had a light that shown brightly in them and that my dimples were gorgeous. My ego was bigger than Pope’s when i left Cboys to head next door to Misty’s to go swimming.
If you are in Austin you should check out Jonesin on Monday nights at Cboy’s. It’s the Monday night that feels like a weekend. Hilary York is the place to be at Cboy’s on Sunday nights. Her voice gives me the chills and her guitar playing and stage presence are something you cannot ignore. Jimmie Vaughn plays there most Friday and Saturday nights. Dylan recently scored a coveted residency and has the Tuesday slot, and The Matt Hubbard Trio opens for The Greyhounds on Wednesdays.
You’ll never be disappointed at Cboy’s. It’s where the musicians go to hang out and local and national celebrities are frequently called on stage to jam. You’re welcome.
Here’s another reason to go see Dylan. Not exactly hard on the eyes.