The major-label debut drops next week, special shout outs to John Bradley for his editorial sickness on the handhelds (SXSW patrons, check his day party), to the SPIN Earth team, and special love to Colin Guerra, who just celebrated the birth of his first child.
It's been a quick ascent.
Tapped to open for Little Richard at a campus Spring Fling by students during a personal, bleak period wherein he almost quit the biz altogether, Black Joe Lewis suddenly found himself in front of 15,000 blues fans.
Two months later, he's playing sold out shows in Canada opening for Spoon; on a wondrously laid out 2008 path that included stints at festivals like Lollapalooza, along with golden ticket gigs supporting hipster draw, blogosphere loves like Okkervil River and The Cool Kids.
Enough name drops, dude deserves the accolades. In brief, Black Joe Lewis and The Honeybears (his merry band of self-aware twenty-somethings with the punk chops to add the necessary backbone and spirit the rising new-soul genre demands of its newcomers) are already one of the most consistent, engaging tickets in town.
I mean, who doesn't love three minute soul shooters with sax solos?
Fish in a barrel, man.