Bradfordville Blues Club aka the BBC

We went to see Motor City Josh and the BIG 3 last Friday at the Bradfordville Blues Club in Tallahassee, FL.  As usual, Motor City had the juke-joint jumpin' with his combination of funky blues, soul, pop, bluegrass and jazz music - Motor City Josh style.

Everybody ordered their usual drinks - beers all around.  I was pleasantly surprised that they had Root Beer which should be renamed to "Ruthie Beer" because that is the only beer I will drink.  It was the kind in the brown bottle, loaded I'm sure with High Fructose Corn Syrup.

We were the first ones there and boy were we glad cuz we needed a table for all the partying and hopping around we needed to do.  There was a birthday celebration in progress the entire night.  The show started at 10p and we wasted no time getting on the floor to cut the rug. 

In between dancing, I managed to get some fairly decent footage of Josh and the band.  It's very hard for me to spend an entire eveing capturing video when I could be out there shaking a tail-feather.  At one point someone grabbed me from behind and spun me around, captured on video - I'll eventually post - maybe to youtube.

We met a interesting person and local celebrity, Mr Peter Ray - a meteorologist and FSU professor from Tallahassee and who, much to my surprise is a "tornadoe chaser."  Yep, he actually has a vehicle that he uses to run down tornadoes.  Isn't that a hoot? 

The BBC is an colorful place with an interesting history.  Inside the club are painted portraits of famous blues legends. I did recognize such greats as Pine-Top Perkins, Charles Musselwhite and Muddy Waters to name a few, along with several others. 

Apparently, this club sits where in the past was a juke-joint on a slave plantation. At night; there is a bon fire made, that really could singe the clothes to your body if you're not careful and it was downright frosty on Friday night which made it the perfect place to be for warmth. If that didn't do it the music certainly did cuz, at one point - I was sweatin' as cold as it was.

Ms. Ernestine fries catfish and mullet in a huge deep fryer along with french fries as a side; which makes it the place to go when your grease is low.  After the long break, the music started up again.  This part of the night is strictly for the die-hards - the people who refuse to leave until the last note is played.

Usually, at this point of the night any band is good and warmed up and hitting on all fours.  Motor-City was "off da' chain" to say the least we danced and jumped around while the band was bumpin' and thumpin'.  When Motor City finally said "thank-you and good night" he knew he was coming back for an encore.   We just stood around hootin' and hollin' for him to start up the music again cuz, there was no where to go off stage.

In the end, a great time was had by all.  We said our good-byes, with hugs and kisses, dreading the cold we had to face for our ride back to Bainbridge.  I was it as the designated driver.  We got back at 3a, I did not get to bed til 4a and I was out for the count.  

Tune in soon to hear about our (me and the Blues Babes') trip on Saturday night to the Jefferson County Kennel Club.  That's right - we went to the dog races...