|Half Rack of Barbeque Ribs|
"It's eatable." The chef responded. He was quite right.
I got half a rack, no sides and assuaged my hunger. The ribs were good. Not spectacular, not great. Good, and certainly worth the price. Feeling much better, I perused some of the antique playbills still up on the wall. This is one of the best parts about Hines Farm - the history.
|Old Playbill - Peg Leg Moffett|
|Buddy Lamp and Shake Dancers|
|John Lee Hooker|
|Buddy Boy Slim|
As I remember this, they played one number and started praising and promoting the headliner, which tended to turn me off. I want music. I don't need any crap from the current band about how great the headliner is going to be. Generally when that happens the headliner isn't so great, and it happened after every single song that this band played.
There was a nice crowd, but it was a Toledo crowd. They won't be moved by pleas for applause or appreciation.
|Nice Size Crowd|
|Set Up Time|
The headliner band played three numbers, building up the headliner between each number. The lead guitarist wasn't bad, and the drum and bass were tight. What started getting to me were the constant announcements about the headliner, Carl Weathersby - who kept failing to show up.
And now, straight from Bad-News-Blues Alley in Chicago, we are all very fortunate to have the one, the only, the man who needs no introduction... Carl Weathersby!!!
Who still isn't showing.
Okay, launch into another number and wait. After three numbers, Carl finally showed up. I did a double take. His outfit looks like hospital scrubs and the man moves like his feet hurt. He lacks energy, and when he plays a few riffs on his guitar it starts to show. Carl isn't a young man anymore, and as I watched him I started to wonder just how many Saturday nights the man has left in him. I think he might be wondering the same thing.
|Headliner Carl Weathersby|
My gripe here is not about Hines Farm, which has a hit or miss reputation. You pays your money, you takes your choice, and that goes for both food and music. Knowing that right up front, I'll return to Hines Farm. My hard spot is with a headliner who is late in arriving and who didn't bring any chops with him. I waited through an opening act that could have been a lot better, should have been a lot better - and had to work like hell to reach mediocrity. Then I had to listen to the openers build up the headliner. Then I waited around for the bands to switch spaces. Then the headliner's band spent all kinds of time building him up, until finally, finally the man shows. And he just isn't all that good.
Maybe he was once. Maybe he'll be better tomorrow. Maybe he'd sound better if I were half in the bag, but I wasn't and he didn't.
Oh well. Chalk it up to one for the team or something. The next act will be better.