3 Year Anniversary Circus set for Sept 18

For 156 Thursdays in a row, The Chicken Slacks have been pouring the best classic soul and funk onto a sweaty and eager Cantab Lounge crowd, creating a weekly juke joint dance party that has aptly become known as “Your Gateway to the Weekend.”

On Thursday, September 18, the Chicken Slacks host their annual Anniversary Circus to commemorate yet another year of “Every Damn Thursday.”

Besides the usual get-down music from the ‘Slacks, past Anniversary shows have included jugglers, caricature artists, belly dancers, balloon twisters, giveaways and raffles. What to expect this year? Expect to be wowed, in many ways.

Heating it up on the Vineyard

Hiya Slackers!

The Slacks are riding the high from two great shows on Martha's Vineyard! We packaged up the soul, threw it on a ferry, and bussed it over to Lola's in Oak Bluffs where we played two straight nights.

Friday's show appeared to be jam packed, but the staff kept apologizing for a small turnout! There were some fireworks going on nearby, and they promised us a full house the next night! Full house? The crowd we saw wasn't a full house? Oh boy..

Saturday.. was a full house. Felicia Taylor (daughter of the great Bird Taylor) kicked the night off with some beautiful soul singing that set the mood just right. When the Slacks hit, not only did we see a few people return from Friday's show, but we saw a slew of new faces all shakin' it out on the dance floor. We also saw some our fans from the Cantab travel all the way out to see us!

To all involved, we'd like to express our sincere thanks for the great hospitality. Here's to the opportunity for a return trip!

Signing off,
Hammer

Rave Review!

We've just discovered a nice review of the Chicken Slacks by a photographer who worked at a wedding where we were performing. It's great to hear such positive feedback! Check it out...

http://christinkhan.blogspot.com/2008/08/chicken-slacks_25.html

Diamond D and his Voodoo Tea

You'll see it at every Slacks gig - before the show and on the breaks, the consumate musician caring for his instrument. Diamond D screws open his little blue thermos and carefully pours out a few drams of hot tea. He sips it meticulously. "It's for my throat," he says softly. "I can't sing without it."
But this is no ordinary Oolong or English Breakfast. No no, it's homemade by Mr. Wilkerson himself, according to strict rules and ancient rituals. What's in it? I have no idea, but I know the recipe has changed - no, evolved - over the years. I know that D frequents a local Chinese market to obtain certain special leaves. I know he also travels to Salem, Massachusetts (home of all things wicken) to procure a special additive. I know it takes over 30 minutes to steep a small batch.
One night I asked him what was in it, and he gave me a pretty long (but clearly incomplete) list, including ginger, honey, and licorice. "Any voodoo?" I asked. "Not yet," he replied with his signature mysterious sneer. I guess it hasn't come to that yet. I was going to ask him for a sip, but I'm afraid.
So next time you see Diamond D sipping his tea, ask him what's in it, maybe he'll tell you. And then ask if you can have a taste. I dare you.