Roosevelt Collier's "Colorado Get Down," Hot Buttered Rum & Dead Winter Carpenters 6.12.15
Words By J. Picard
Photos By Nicholas Stock (Fat Guerilla Productions)
Upon the confirmation and announce of Roosevelt Collier's "Colorado Get Down" and Hot Buttered Rum at Mishawaka, there was a certain expectation of how the day would play out, including imagery of dancing alongside the Poudre River under the stars. Unfortunately, Mother Nature had different plans, including rain and flooding the month leading up to the show. The day prior to the event our camp received an e-mail suggesting the possibility of moving the show inside. That night following delay after delay, I picked up Roosevelt from the airport and headed to The Bluebird Theater in Denver with my fiance, Carly, for a very special private album release for Keller Williams presented by O.pen Vape and featuring The Drunken Hearts. With the assistance of the ever-so-wonderful Kevin Anderson, we loaded in the gear and enjoyed a few songs from Andrew McConathy and company, who sounded fantastic. Towards the end of the set they called up Roosevelt, who had my lap steel in tow for a ripping jam. The band asked him to remain for the final song of the set where they were also joined by Keller. The result was weird. From The Bluebird we headed home only to awake and immediately start prepping, packing and watching the weather, which seemed to have cleared up. Regardless, around 1:30 PM we received the e-mail informing us the show would be moved indoors. As we drove up the canyon from Fort Collins, we wondered what the night would have in store for us.
Coming up the Poudre Canyon, the sun shined brightly through the trees and around every bend a more beautiful scene unfolded from the previous. We made a brief stop for Rosie to get a picture in front of a sign that read "Roosevelt National Forrest," before continuing on to The Mish. What greeted us was one of the most beautiful venues in the country. An incredible Colorado bluebird sky collided with sheer rock formations covered with pines, many burnt from a large fire a couple of years back, but in no way lacking in beauty. We loaded into the "Spokes Buzz Lounge" from the back side of the stage. As Rosie set up his pedal steel, I headed across the spacious main venue where I found the Poudre River at the highest level that I had seen. The water rushed by in shades of brown and white headed for lower ground down the canyon. Inside the greenroom I found Joey Porter and Garrett Sayers, as well as members of Hot Buttered Rum. A short time later Dave Watts arrived with Andy Thorn.
The sun began to set triggering shades of orange, yellow, pink and eventually purple and the darkest of blues. The Mish was illuminated and felt like a biker bar on a lonesome highway, however in reality, there was nothing lonesome about it. Folks were filling in at a decent pace as Dead Winter Carpenters took the stage. At one point, early in the evening, the flow of incoming people came to a complete halt. It wasn't until a little bit later upon Joey and Garrett's arrival back at the venue that the news was communicated to me. Apparently, there had been an accident and authorities closed down the canyon for a potential helicopter rescue. Joey and Garrett were forced to take the long way around, instead coming down to The Mish instead of up. By that time Hot Buttered Rum had hit the stage to a packed room, though no more folks would be joining us for the evening.
Dave's drums hit at a consistent beat as the band geared up and Roosevelt jumped in on the pedal steel. Garrett, Joey and Andy follow and we were off to the races. Fans jumped in the air and waived their arms about wildly as Roosevelt dug into the slide and Andy shredded on the banjo. There were times when Andy went so high on the neck of the electric banjo that I thought he would run out of possible frets for notes. A couple of times during the set Andy featured Mark Vann's old banjo "Stump," which had an incredibly bright tone. Across the stage Joey took the intimate crowd to church initially, then dropped the funk on them, creating a sweaty dance party further fueled by the large disco ball that came to life at the front of the stage. Smiles covered the stage from the band to the crowd as Garrett dropped into one of his signature solos. The people who had seen it before smiled and danced; those who had not were stopped dead in their tracks.
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