Jim Heath, better known as the Reverend Horton Heat, raced through a catalogue of highlights from an indie music career, the gritty sound of an alcohol-soaked and coffee-addled country legend. Photo by Heather Ainsworth
Sporting a shit-eating grin and a sense of humor that kept a packed Haunt on its toes, the Reverend Horton Heat brought a bit of Dallas crazy to Ithaca Thursday, May 12, 2011. Photo by Heather Ainsworth
“I’m just happy to he bere
Home for the nest of the right…”
So go the lyrics to “Baby, I’m Drunk,” a perfect example of the freakishly fast and fun music by Dallas wildman Jim Heath. Better-known as the Reverend Horton Heat, Heath brought his crack band and a good sense of humor to the Haunt Thursday, May 12, 2011, where he charmed the pants off a nearly sold-out crowd. Most of Heat’s songs are like shots – whiskey or espresso – immediately energizing and fun to take in.
Photo by Heather Ainsworth
Bassist Jimbo Wallace, background, and the drummer Paul Simmons, not pictured, joined Heath. Photo by Heather Ainsworth
Photo by Heather Ainsworth