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Everyone else--keys player Alex Veley, Screaming Trees drummer Barrett Martin and guitarist Scott McCaughey of The Minus 5 and the Young Fresh Fellows--Davis only knows by reputation. Not, however, the reps they'd built in their other bands; he couldn't care less about any of that. He doesn't care about much except playing: As he said before the show, "I'm from Arkansas. Grew up about 40 miles outside of Little Rock. We're not gonna talk tonight. We're just gonna do what we came to do."
Davis only knows what he's seen and heard during the past few days as the musicians backed him up on the new album he's recording in Denton at the vacant Dan's Bar. "These guys are some blues players," Davis says from the Rubber Gloves stage. It's late January and the ad hoc band is playing a gig to work out the kinks, since most of them had never played with Davis until a few days ago. "They can do it all. I don't even know their names." Everyone laughs. "I'll let them tell you their names. I won't even try to pronounce their names. I'll tell you once I find out who they are."
He may not know who they are, but thanks to their presence on his pending album, set for release on August 20 on Cripps and Martin's Fast Horse Recordings, people outside Pine Bluff may finally find out who Davis is. The blues guitarist--who has told Cripps for his last three birthdays that he's turning 72, but is more likely 74--hasn't been performing in complete obscurity, at least not for the past decade or so. Capricorn Records released a self-titled album by Davis in 1994, the same year Fat Possum issued Feel Like Doin' Something Wrong. Fat Possum, the Mississippi-based label that has resurrected many a lost blues musician's career, also put out The Best of CeDell Davis in 1995 and The Horror of It All in 1998.
But the Fast Horse album is the one that might finally expose him to a wider audience, thanks to the listeners who'll check out anything that Buck is involved in, the people attracted by Davis' new all-star band. That's the hope anyway. It has happened before: R.L. Burnside did the same thing when he recorded 1996's A Ass Pocket of Whiskey with the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion. Of course, Cripps didn't set out with that goal in mind; he just wanted to talk to him. When he tracked Davis down in Pine Bluff and began interviewing him for a documentary project he was starting, talk soon shifted to Davis' recent troubles with finding a steady drummer and lining up gigs. So Cripps took on both roles, playing in the band with Davis and Jones and finding places to play.
"That evolved and evolved, and it started sounding better and better," Cripps says from his home near Argyle. "We were all clicking and I started immediately just, as a natural part of the way I am anyway, let's start recording...Then it evolved into what happened here in Denton kind of by chance, just because of all the other things in my life that were going on."
Originally, Cripps didn't plan for Buck, Martin or McCaughey to appear on the record. In November, he, Davis and Jones spent a few days recording at Casey Diiorio's Denton studio with Matt Pence engineering. (And many of the songs from those sessions, featuring Jones' surprisingly dirty guitar sound, will turn up on the finished record.) He also didn't intend for the album to wind up on the label he was starting with Martin; he says now that he always assumed that Fat Possum would release Davis' disc. "But for whatever reason, he did not want to do another record, the next album on Fat Possum," Cripps says. "I think he just kind of felt like nothing was happening for him, time was short and he wanted to try something else."
Eventually, trying something else brought Buck, Martin and McCaughey to Denton. They'd done this kind of work before, backing up Mark Eitzel on his 1997 album West, and Buck and McCaughey played sidemen on Bed of Roses, the recent album by McCaughey's wife, Christy McWilson. But there was a limit to just how far Davis would let them take him.