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Anders Osborne: The song was indeed fat

I walked into Louisiana Music Factory holding his hand. I very well could have been on his shoulders. He has always made sure I was having fun, even during moments as trivial as walking into a record store.

That was the last time I ventured to the other side of Decatur, opposite House of Blues. Neither of us had been since. I was almost able to convince him to come with me today, but living on the North Shore isn't exactly conducive to having spontaneous music adventures.

My dad introduced me to Anders Osborne's music, specifically his soulful New Orleans Ash Wednesday Blues album, when I was in high school. After a few weeks of listening to the album on repeat, I discovered his 2007 release, Coming Down. These were the albums that woke up my heart, mind, and soul to the wonderful sounds happening in my own backyard. I would be forever hooked on the sounds of New Orleans music.

Anders Osborne's Peace album

Anders Osborne's Peace album

Fast-forward 20 years since my last stop here. I'm on my way to Louisiana Music Factory to hear Anders Osborne play an acoustic solo performance in celebration of the release of his new album, Peace (2013). I make my way through the Quarter, weaving in and out of a steady stream of leisurely strollers, cocktails in hand and shades on their faces. As I enter the record store, I hear Anders already playing.

I pick up a copy of Peace and score Anders' signature on the way out. In the flurry of the moment, I completely forget to ask him to make the signing out to my dad. Oh well. As long as I surprise my dad with a copy of the new album, he'll be elated. The real treat would have been if he could be here with me, but nonetheless, he’d be proud that his son appreciates the same great sounds of New Orleans.

I pop the CD into my stereo and skip to track five, “Five Bullets.” Anders played this one just moments ago, but the live rendition was acoustic. This version’s electric; Anders told us it’s the amps that make the electric sound more “fat,” as he put it.

I take my time on the drive home -- nowhere better to be -- with Anders Osborne's roaring guitar echoing through my speakers, out my windows, and into the afternoon.

The song was indeed "fat.”

 

This article was submitted to NolaVie by Zach Wallace. Check out his love for cooking and writing in his painfully slow, work in progress Dash: Good Food Fast.