My VFR

Born into a musical household in Easton CT, Damon John Wade began guitar lessons at the age of seven. Introduced and versed in many styles of music Damon's heart gravitated towards blues and piedmont blues. quot;Damon recalls 'I knew who Robert Johnson was and had listened to his music but I didn't quite understand it. It wasn't until I was turned on to Skip James and after listening and learning and listening and learning over and over again the light bulb finally lit. I completely fell in love with this style of music. It was simple yet complex, raw, strong as a Jimi Hendrix solo yet tender and weeping, man it just gave me goose bumps and still does. I thought to myself I have just discovered the holy grail of American music.'quot; Honing his skills on the guitar and his songwriting he has discovered a fresh new blend between American roots music and contemporary folk. There is a beautiful balance between his guitar playing and singing that compliment each other like a mating dance between peacocks. New Fairfield Coffee House, Saturday's Coffee House was very much a part of the professional musician's stage that has become an expectation to return audience members, like Mary K. Smith quot;Each one gets better and better. People don't know what they're missing!quot; The evening, hosted by comedian, Barry Schaffer, was kicked off by Damon John Wade, whose fingers danced across his guitar so quickly and proficiently and whose voice was so compelling that it was impossible not to be completely drawn in by his performance. His songs run the gamut between a touching, longing love song for a woman after a 6-year dry spell to a witty, energetic and truly fun love song about his motorcycle. quot;Got her from the junk yard. It was love at first sight,quot; he sang, quot;Keep your hands off her, she's my VFR.quot; Witty lyrics like those and in songs like, quot;Siamese Catquot;, telling about being drawn to someone who is, quot;...like a paper cut. You sting and you suck,quot; brought the audience to laughter more than once. By Meredith Rilley.