Ahhhh, Harpeaux Bouvier Edwards, what can I say about that man? When I first met him, he was lying face down outside a bar, with a dented saxophone around his neck. A smashed pair of bongos were lying a few feet away, and he smelled of whiskey, and weird, burnt herbs. I pulled him to his feet, and he mumbled something about being a musician, but that people didn't understand his art.
I said, "Hombre, you got to get yourself together, man. If you do, give me a call." I put my card in his shirt pocket, and walked away quickly. It was a bad area.
Six months later, he gave me a call. "Ernesto" he said, "I need to cut an album, but you got to do it cheap". And so it was that he turned up at the studio. It was a Friday night in August, the moon was full, certain stars were in alignment, and he had observed good omens after burning the required herbs. These were preparations upon which he insisted.
Happily, he was only slightly drunk, but together enough to record this album. He did it in a matter of days - not because he's a great musician, but because he's cheap. However, he has a primitive charm, and a raw feel that you only get when making up for talent. So if you like rhythm and blues, but don't like it too clever, then check this out.
I still don't understand his art.
Ernesto "Smokey" Chipotle, Bara Lawr Studios, 2017
The roots of Harpeaux Bouvier Edwards are rich and complex, not like fine vintage wine, more like...erm, soil. Though he
lives on the fertile plains of the Ystwyth Delta, Harpeaux had a Creole grandmother, and drank deep from an intoxicating brew of chapel singing and New Orleans rhythm and blues. This heady mixture is filtered through an array of musical instruments played only just well enough.....more