of the cutest stories I’ve ever heard about any working musician
pertains to singer/songwriter Harold “Happy” Chichester. At a 2002 solo
performance in Columbus, Chichester — former frontman of Howlin’ Maggie,
bassist for Royal Crescent Mob and auxiliary member of The Afghan Whigs
and Twilight Singers — chronically kept referring to himself as “Hot
Prick: The Specialist.” Playing with the band Flypaper at an outdoor
festival later that year, Chichester sported sparkly red slingshot
bottom pants that barely covered his areolas while performing, then
immediately changed into a business suit (replete with a lamé thong)
and attempted to sell insurance to every attendee at the after party.
expects such silly behavior from the likes of musicians whose
personalities are more bombastic than their musical acumen (read:
One might be tempted to think Chichester’s status as an area
Rock legend might not be well deserved as a result of his antics.
If so, obviously you haven’t listened to him. Chichester’s regional
dominance is supreme because he’s a fantastic human being and even
better performer. He’s like a homegrown Ryan Adams with little more
soul and a harmonica a la mode. His songs are rich with Midwest
emotion, longing and ire, often set to swampy, bluesy guitar or piano.
During songs like “Silent Movie,” you can almost hear Chichester’s
heart breaking under the weight of his words, the gravity of the lyrics
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