Let me take a minute to shout out a real one—Dusty, my bass player, my brother in this blues story, and the reason this band even took its first breath.
Today's his birthday, and man... I couldn’t let it pass without sayin’ somethin’.
See, before the Rick Molasses Patton Blues Band was even a whisper, Dusty was already planted in the picture. I spotted him first. I said, “Hey mister, you a bass player, ain’t you?” He looked at me sideways and said, “How’d you know?” I told him the truth—he was just reekin’ bass. It was comin’ off him like old smoke.
Not long after that, he came up bold and said he was gon’ play for me. And just like that, we had a rhythm. A pulse. A beginning.
Now here we are, celebratin’ his birthday and layin’ down our first session together. That ain’t just poetic—it’s divine timing. Full circle kind of stuff.
I gotta tell you, Dusty didn’t walk into this thing easy. He stepped into a box of material. We’re talkin’ 24, 25 songs to learn—fast. And I don’t mean three-chord shuffle lullabies. We got dynamics. Feel. Pocket. History in these tunes.
But Dusty didn’t flinch. He locked in, called up Dean, and the two of ‘em dug in like roots in the Delta. They worked it out, built the foundation, and made this whole thing real.
So today, I’m proud. Not just of the music, but of the man. The kind of cat that shows up when it counts. The kind of brother that don’t just play behind you—he pushes you forward.
Dusty, happy damn birthday.
Thank you for believin’ in me before there was even somethin’ to believe in. You’re makin’ a real difference in this world and I hope this day brings you joy and rhythm.
May the Blues stay with you, have many, many more.