The Windjammer

​Fred: Here's one of many pictures taken over the years of us at the Windjammer in IOP, SC, just outside of Charleston, right on the ocean. It's pretty obvious here that Matt, John, Brian, and I are having a good time. 

John loves something I said years ago about this place; "When I die, I don't want to go to heaven. I want to go to the Windjammer." I still think that.

Everyone there has been very generous to us over the years, and I do mean VERY generous. They've given us safe haven, bandaged our wounds, quenched our thirsts, and looked the other way whenever necessary by not being too judgmental about any character flaws we all express from time to time. Rather they've all offered us a kind of rock n' roll safe place where breathing in the fresh air of a great time is always the overarching possibility. 

Malcolm, the owner, has created a small slice of heaven right on the water that fits his benevolent nature that's always presented with a casual word and an easy smile. I don't know if that was his intention or not, but like I said - I'll take a pass on heaven if I'm given a choice. 

However, no one in all of the music biz has been kinder to us (and many a touring band over the years) than the mainstay of that place, Mr. Bobby Ross. A true southern character in the great tradition of Rhett Butler (in equal parts rogue and romantic, sans the Clark Gable looks and moustache), Bobby is someone we are all glad to know and I am personally proud to call a friend. 

If you ever get a chance, come see us at the 'Jammer. There's not a bad seat in the house, the PA is rockin', the drinks are cold, the food is good and greasy, the audiences are happy, and it's always a great time. And while you're there, try the tater tots. They taste like home.