I didn’t plan on building a band. Hell, I didn’t even see it comin’.
One day, I was out street-performin’ at the Bridge Street Mall in Huntsville, just me and the blues, when a fella stopped and started watchin’. Somethin’ about him hit different. I looked at him and said, “Hey… ain’t you a bass player?”
He looked shocked. “Yeah,” he said. “How’d you know?”
I told him plain—I could feel it. Blues recognizes blues.
We chopped it up for a minute. Said maybe we’d jam sometime. Now, I’ve heard that kind of talk before. Folks love to say what they gon’ do. But this man? He actually followed through. Hit me up later, and before long, we were playin’.
Started slow. I asked if he had a drummer. He brought someone along. Two older white cats—real quiet types. At first, I thought they might be engineers… or cops. Shit, I even peeked in their car once, lookin’ for wires or badges. You never know. But naw—turns out, they just some bruised-up souls like me, lookin’ to make music.
Been six weeks now—every week but one (I had to hit a juke joint outta town). They been showin’ up, learnin’ the tunes, bringin’ the vibe. Consistent. Solid. And honestly? Surprising. Wouldn’t have picked ’em out the crowd, but sometimes it’s the quiet ones carryin’ the loudest truth.
Now we’re headed for our first show.
May 17th. Copper Top. Huntsville, Alabama.
That date came ‘round ‘cause it’s the bass man’s birthday. Felt poetic—he’s the reason this whole damn thing came together. He reached out. He made it real. And when somebody puts that kinda faith in you? You show up. You celebrate.
So I’m invitin’ y’all. Come see what we buildin’. Come feel the blues growin’ in real time.
And about the name… I been sittin’ on Molasses Patton for a while now. Was savin’ it for a son I never had. My wife couldn’t carry another child, and that name just sat there, waitin’. One day, I said, To hell with waitin’—I’ll carry it myself.
So here I am. Molasses Patton. The Bruised Prophet. Sticky, slow, soulful, and deep.
We might be the Blue Molasses Band, or maybe somethin' else entirely. But whatever we call it, the sound is real, and the feeling’s even realer.
Be on the lookout, y’all. It’s startin’ now.