Doug MacLeod is a preacher, a self-help therapist. He treats
depression with CBT. Specifically his chosen behavioural remedy is the Blues.
Not wallowing in it, but singing about it and hopefully therefore finding a way
through it. Doug was abused as a young man. The Blues was his redemption it
seems. He isn’t saying it’s easy, but when he sings he finds a way to lift
himself beyond his problems and, between songs, advises his listeners as to how
they might do the same, other than by the therapy of listening to him that is.
A mature white American originally from St Louis, Doug has been living in Baton Rouge
for many years. He has had at least a couple of his songs covered by some
bigger names in the blues field and been regularly honoured himself, yet he
remains fairly obscure beyond his musical fraternity. Accompanying himself on a
Resonator acoustic guitar, he sings with conviction.
One award winning number, the “Entitled
Ones”, told the story of those who feel deserving of a better life than the
rest of us, a song spawned by his own disillusion with an able-bodied friend
who bought himself a blue disabled badge because he was too lazy to find a less
convenient parking spot.
A less “correct” message was “Home Cooking” whose essential
idea is that a man well-fed at home doesn’t go sniffing around for dinner
elsewhere. Doug introduced it by admitting that this attitude doesn’t
necessarily make for a good relationship but it sure as hell works as a blues song.
He’s right.
My particular favourite on the night was “Long Black Train”.
He introduced it with a carefully worded homily about our relatively brief
duration on this earth. When the ticket collector tells you this is your stop,
he warned, it’s no good saying, “Well, I’d like to ride on a little longer.” So
before you get to the end of the line, make sure your journey was worthwhile. The song
itself was big on atmosphere, subtly working its charm on you. Like many songs
he performed on the night I am sure his material repays more listening, which I
intend to do via his latest CD, “Live in Europe”.
“The Devil’s Road” was one of several that gave a hint of
the trouble he’s known. It told the story of a woman seeking redemption whose
search for guidance from a priest takes on a dark turn. It was unclear in his musical telling of this story which of the two people the devil was supposed to be influencing,
or whether desperation and unpredictability can take any of us into unwanted
places. God and the Devil are always pretty close at hand in the blues world, a
close cousin of Gospel in any case.
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| Doug MacLeod live at Mrs Yarrington's Music Club - with thanks to the latter's Facebook page |
It would be something to see him play this
song in some of the “Buckets of Blood” that, as he explained, the hard-core, down-home
blues joints are known as in the US. Mrs Yarrington’s Music Club, held monthly at the back of the Senlac Inn in Battle, is no bucket of blood, but,
appropriately perhaps, the pub room has doubled as a temporary Methodist Meeting House,
and the evening we were there was almost as hot and humid as a Mississippi
summer night.
Toward the end of the gig, Doug told us that we may have a
hole in our bucket that our experiences growing up have given us, but despite
this those who care about us do their best to keep our buckets filled with love.
Remember this, he said. Amen to that.
