Yeah, I almost fucked up.
Big boo-boo. First Molasses Patton show in a long damn time, and I was feelin’ it. We booked a fresh gig over at the Copper Top for May 17th, and I figured it was time to dust off the old-school promo game. You know—boots on the ground, flyers in hand, makin’ some noise the analog old skool way.
See, that’s how I got known. Not just for playin’—for pushin’. For gettin’ out there and makin’ folks see the music before they even heard a note. So I loaded up the truck and headed to Staples. Fired up, focused, feelin’ like I was back in my damn element again.
Printed 100 slick little flyers. Clean design, bold print. Even met this dude who helped me cut ’em all up, nice and tight. We vibin’, slicin’ through paper like it’s nothin’.
Then he pauses, holds one up, and says real casual-like:
"Hey… this says April 17. You meant May, right?"
And I just… stood there. Duhhh
April 17.
I looked down at the stacks of misdated flyers like they’d just cussed me. A hundred deep. All cut. All paid for. All wrong. I ain’t gonna lie—I was hurt. Ain’t nothin’ like pourin’ love into somethin’ and watchin’ it twist on you.
But I looked at him, shook my head, and said, “Shit... might as well grab some white-out and a magic marker.”
He cracked up. I laughed too. 'Cause what else you gonna do?
That’s the life, man. You fuck up, you fix it. You don’t cancel the show—you sharpie the truth back in it.
So now I got a stack of hand-corrected flyers that still carry weight. They might be patched-up, but they got soul. They still spreadin' the word: Molasses Patton, Copper Top, May 17. Don’t miss it.
Sometimes, that’s all it takes. You work with what you got, and you keep goin’. 'Cause the crowd don’t care if your ink was wrong—they care if your music shows up real. Lets Do it !
Come Be Part of the Story
If you’re near Huntsville, don’t miss Molasses Patton at The Copper Top on May 17. Blues, grit, and raw truth—all comin’ to a stage that’s seen more than its fair share of fire.
Ever had a near-miss like this? A moment you almost botched, but found a way to flip it and ride on? Drop your story in the comments. Let’s swap tales from the Grammys.