One Saturday night a couple of months ago, I was driving home after meeting a friend for dinner and decided to stop in at a local bar for a drink.
I could feel the buzz of a band’s amplifier through the pavement as I walked towards the entrance. The bar: For What It’s Worth. It's one of my favorite places to habituate because of the low-key atmosphere and nightly live music.
As I walked in the door, I glanced at the band and noticed it was a group I had not seen before.
I made a beeline for the bar, ordered my beverage, and secured a spot at a table with a good view of the entertainment.
The band consisted of three guys: two on guitar and one on keyboard. I had only taken one sip of my drink before I became completely mesmerized with the amount of talent that was less than 10 feet away from where I was sitting.
When the owner of the bar walked by, I flagged him down to ask who these three awesome musicians were. This was my first introduction to The Potatoheads.
I'm no musician, but definitely a lover of music and an admirer of those who create it.
The group dynamic of The Potatoheads was different than anything I’d seen before; I could see the passion of these three men in their eyes, hear it in their voices, and feel it in their song choices. I don’t know how long I sat there entranced, but it felt like the music and I were the only two beings in the room.
I loved the diversity of the artists they covered, including Johnny Cash, Mumford and Sons, Jeff Buckley, Rolling Stones, and Ray LaMontagne to name a few.
I also liked the simplicity of the three instruments which allowed the vocals and beats to blend as opposed to one overpowering the other.
The keyboard player, Tommy Brady, added that extra something of melodic genius, and acted as a bonding agent for the band's cohesiveness.
Both guitarists, Shaun Brown and Jeremy Dunham, lent their vocal talents to the effort. Brown had a deep, straight-from-the-diaphragm, soulful tone, while Dunham sounded light, clear and downright angelic. The harmonization of two such distinct vocal qualities was nothing short of an auditory orgasm for the ear.
I have seen The Potatoheads play several times since that Saturday night, and every time has been just as pleasurable and impressive as the first.
I am so thankful I made the spontaneous decision to walk into that bar that night. It allowed me to be exposed to one of Horry County’s hidden musical gems and to have a glimpse into a myriad of talent that has yet to be appreciated to the extent it deserves.