Blues guitarist Charles Baty (“Little Charlie and the Nightcats”) is a friend of HI Travel Tales. Although Baty semi-retired in 2008 (his co-founder continues with the award-winning Nightcats band), he stills steps into a gig or a tour now and then which takes him on the road. The life of a touring musician isn’t always glamorous, but Baty breaks up his many hours in the van or in hotels by writing about what he sees. And from small towns to big towns, he sees a lot out of that van or diner window. He has offered some of his personal journal entries to HI Travel Tales during this Golden State-Lone Star Revue tour with Mark Hummel and the Blues Survivors. Take a look at the tour calendar here  to track down some seriously good blues music. (Baty pictured above, far left, with Lee Griffin and Anson Funderburgh, far right.)


April 8, 2016. What are the perks of being on the road? Everyone in the music business would probably have a different response, but personally I enjoy the scenery, the food, running into friends, and the overall quirkiness of the situation. You’re always running into unusual situations and odd people and it’s the polar opposite of day-to-day life at home. For instance, I love diners — there are few real diners in California but tons of them on the East Coast. I could have had a free breakfast at the hotel this morning in Bethel, Conn., but I opted for the New Colony V diner instead. The youngest waitress there was about 69….

My traveling blues a life on the road at the New Colony V Diner.

New Colony V Diner in Bethel, Conn., where classic diner grub is good to go 24-7. (photo by Charles Baty)

Shortly after my diner fix, we planned to take I-84 to get to Rhode Island, but traffic was terrible. We took an alternate route leading us into Naugatuck, Conn. We saw 2 police pull over a man driving a banana…. I am content now because I saw the banana car, saw some really nice people who mean a lot to me too, and because I heard Joe Turner in a diner. And because I heard Wes Starr play a 48 bar press roll in Sheik. I am a person of simple tastes. I am surrounded by beauty, goodness, and the surreal. Life can be good. Today it was great.

My traveling blues a life on the road finds joy in seeing a banana car pulled over by the police.

Yes, a man in a banana car with an American flag waving off the back pulled over by local police in Naugatuck, Conn. You can’t make up stuff like this in small town USA. (Photo by Wes Starr)


April 2, 2016. I woke up after a refreshing 5 hours of sleep to a mediocre breakfast at a French Quarter motel in New Orleans. Being that I am often a half-glass-full kind of optimist, I made small talk with a fellow hotel guest by the toaster about the long toasting turnover. She returned my breakfast banality with an uncomprehending stare. Her biker boyfriend explained to me that she didn’t speak English very well. It turned out that said couple was part of a German motorcycle gang based out of Miami, Fla., also on the road and on a New Orleans tour.

When I came back to the front desk after eating what was called breakfast, I saw the same biker reporting one of his biker brethren missing-in-action to the front desk clerk. It turned out that a German named Hermann or Hans was missing. He had been last seen at 3 in the morning drunk in some club and hadn’t returned to the hotel. The clerk called the police and gave a description of a tall biker in black leather pants, Harley t-shirt and yellow cowboy hat. As if they haven’t heard that one before? As soon as the report was filed, in walks a tall biker matching Hermann’s description without hat and without wallet. He had been mugged. He was a tough customer, but he was robbed. At least he was alive.

We booked out of New Orleans in the heavy thunderstorms towards Mobile and Montgomery, Ala., and then Atlanta. Stopped for lunch at a turkey cafeteria in Greenville, Ala., called “Bates House of Turkey.” Only out here do you find this. Reminded me of eating Swanson’s TV dinners when I was young though.

My traveling blues a life on the road at the House of Turkey.

Bates House of Turkey in Greenville, Ala., is owned by the Bates family which runs a turkey farm. (Photo by Charles Baty)

Arrived at our hotel in the ‘hood in Atlanta. It was way beyond funky and scary, just plain dangerous. One band member spotted a giant cockroach waiting for him in his room. At Blind Willie’s Blues Club in Atlanta, we had a great night of music despite the difficulties of fitting on stage. Imagine solving Chinese puzzles on a miniature submarine. Our equipment was too big for the small space, but we made it work. Smoking is still allowed there, unlike California. We breathed second-hand smoke, played three sets, and we survived.

My traveling blues a life on the road playing at Blind Willies Blues Club.

Golden State-Lone Star Revue packed onto the stage at Blind Willie’s Blues Club in Atlanta, Ga. Author is on the far left. (Photo by Judith Kerr)

On the road tomorrow we travel to hilly North Carolina and play in a casual club in Brevard, N.C., called 185 King St.  The atmosphere will be clean, safe and fun. I love Atlanta, but next time I don’t want to stay in the ‘hood. I have mugaphobia.


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Check out Mark Hummel and the Blues Survivors for ongoing tours all over the country. HI Travel Tales can’t wait for them to get back to California! The CD release party on Aug. 9 at Yoshi’s in Oakland or the Tahoe Blues Days on Aug. 29 at Lake Tahoe will be on our calendars!