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Given the meteoric rise Charles Bradley—the man also known as the “Screaming Eagle of Soul”—has been on since he last visited Bellingham and stunned the sold-out crowd at the Wild Buffalo with one of the best shows ever to take place on that stage, one could assume that luring him back here would involve an offer to get into his pants.
Well, he’s coming back—on Fri., Dec. 7, to be exact—and his pants have a whole lot to do with it, but not in the way I’ve insinuated above.
You see, the last time he was here, when he departed for his next show in Portland, he left his pants behind (I can only imagine it was because taking off his incredible jumpsuit at the end of the night is as difficult for him as it would be for anyone who owned such a marvelous garment). And Bradley is apparently not a man who will let a pair of pants go without a fight.
This is how the Wild Buffalo’s Craig Jewell and Austin Santiago found themselves undertaking a fly-by-the-seat-of-their-pants (pun intended) trip to Portland to rendezvous with the Screaming Eagle and restore his wardrobe to its full glory.
The mission was a successful one, and Jewell and Santiago were offered the chance to watch the old-school soul singer work his considerable charms on a receptive Portland audience as a reward.
But Bradley is apparently a man to whom one good turn deserves its counterpart in return, and when it came time for the relentlessly touring 64-year-old to make his way back to our corner of the country, stopping at the Wild Buffalo was a no-brainer.
Which brings us back to the present, and the fact that if Bradley’s upcoming show at the Buff matches the fire and soul and fiery soul of his first one there, you’ll be exceedingly sorry if you miss it. About as sorry as the singer himself was when he woke up in Portland without his pants.
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