Keeping strictly to the tradition of the self accompanied blues-singer, Don Haupt packs the sound and energy of a full band into a one man show. Whooping vocals and a hefty hand on the guitar playing  backed by a right foot not just tapping but stomping the stage so hard it is felt through the floor clear into the back row.

The songs are old standards from the 20s and 30s, dusted off and polished clean again. Songs like Son House’s “Preachin Blues” and Robert Johnson’s “Traveling Riverside Blues” are performed with conviction enough to turn any venue into an old-time swamps of Louisiana juke joint.

 Brass slide perched on his pinky and guitar at the ready, the bluesman plays the real thing cause he’s lived it.......driving semi-trucks through the mountains of the west,  working on Mississippi river towboats,  bucking haybales, and washing dishes in a multitude of low-end restaurants.   Think of guitar slides cut from whiskey bottles, worn out shoe soles, and prison farm field hollers. Think of the weariness that lies in the hearts of men old before their time and of going down to the crossroads at midnight to give the devil his due. Think of these things and you have the music of Don Haupt.