Sept. 21 The Memorial Arts Centre Theatre Ian Tyson Buy tickets!
Chip Taylor w/ John Platania Oct. 9. Elks Lodge. 8:00
The New York Times says it best about Chip Taylor. “If you only know him as the as the guy who wrote ‘Wild Thing’ and ‘Angel of the Morning” — you don’t know him! Chip Taylor is making some of the most distinctive acoustic music around today.”
Creating distinctive music that is also enduring and influential has been Chip Taylor’s métier over the course of what is closing in on five decades as “one of America’s finest songwriters as well as a masterful singer and performer,” says Rolling Stone. His two best-known songs are only some of the many pop, rock, country and R&B chart hits he wrote in the 1960s (Janis Joplin, Aretha Franklin, Dusty Springfield and Frank Sinatra all recorded his songs). Taylor was then one of the pioneers of the pivotal country-rock movement as a recording artist in the 1970s. His 1973 album, Last Chance, remains a beloved cult classic.
http://trainwreckrecords.com/artists/chip_taylor.html and http://www.johnplatania.com/videos
And now, for the very first time, a small, select group of the general public will have the opportunity to experience The Climax Sisters at their hottest, baddest best. On November 15, they will turn their wicked attention to a Cajun Creole Gala Feast: French Quarter Cajun Toast with Smoked Oysters. Spicy Grilled Vegetables. Zydeco Chicken Gumbo. Red Beans and Dirty Rice. Louisiana Candied Sweet Potatoes and Greens. Shrimp or Crawdaddy Etouffe (depending on availability of crawfish). Pecan Praline Beignets stuffed with Peaches in Buttered Maple Bourbon Sauce. Mile High Pecan Pie. Cajun Coffee.
As good as it is, it will only satisfy part of your growing appetite. You’ll want more. You’ll be all dressed up with nowhere to go…except straight to the dance floor for another Red Deer first: our very own hot creole dish - Crystal the Cajun Cowgirl, the Mississippi Mermaid Plamondon and her rocking Acadian band to show you her roots, her delicious musical essence steeped in the juke joints and dance halls of rural Louisiana. You’ll dance the night away amidst the spirited dervishes whipping angels out of their dance floor demons, stoking their mystic fires with fuel made from fleeing souls.
But act quickly, friend. Only the first 120 will get in the door. The laggards will be flailing in the cold, dark perfidy outside the door, while you exorcise your Zydeco devil in the red hot horn-devil heaven called
Mardi Gras Music Gala Night