Friday, April 19, 2024

Meet Paul Oscher, one of the two greatest 1960’s era Muddy Waters harmonica players who live in Manchaca

Paul Oscher (b. Feb. 26, 1947) passed away from COVID April 18, 2021. This was written in 2013.

The sign outside Railroad BBQ in Manchaca says, simply, “Live Blues.” It’s Tuesday night just past 7:30 and a family of four chucks their Styrofoam cups on the way out of the smoke-perfumed establishment. Outside, the father says, that was pretty cool. “Yeah, that guy was good,” adds the daughter, about 20. They check the sign on the way out for a name and then drive away, unaware that they’d just been eating brisket and sausage to Muddy Waters’ former harmonica player Paul Oscher. Looking like a biker Santa, with a white beard, wool cap and sunglasses, the man on that humble stage made blues history in 1967 by being the first white musician to play in a touring black blues band.

Oscher tells the story onstage about how he got the cherry gig, meeting Muddy at the Apollo Theater and playing some licks for him in the hallway. The next year, the kid from Brooklyn was hanging around Muddy’s band at the Theresa Hotel in Harlem, when the bandleader wanted to hear some more. “Can you travel?” Waters asked.

Oscher was 20 when he started blowing harp for the Babe Ruth of Chicago blues. He played Austin’s Vulcan Gas Company with Muddy in 1968, with Johnny Winter opening. But he was long out of the band by the time Antone’s opened on Sixth Street in 1975 to give Chicago blues icons a whole week to play and hang out.

“I really dig the musicians here,” Oscher said in a phone interview. “The ones I’ve met are all pretty stand-up people.” Musicians make up at least half of the crowd when Oscher plays the Railroad every Tuesday night at 7 p.m. The joint’s just a few blocks from where he lives.

Oscher made the move from L.A. to Manchaca about seven months ago, following his divorce from playwright Suzan-Lori Parks, whom he was married to from 2001 to early 2013. Parks, who teaches playwriting at New York City’s Tisch School of the Arts, was looking into buying a house in East Austin as an investment and told Oscher he could live there for free. But that plan fell through and the 66-year-old musician found himself living in an apartment in Los Angeles. He heard his upstairs neighbor, a summer sublet, playing blues guitar one day and went up and introduced himself to 21-year-old Max Frost, an Austin musician recently signed to Atlantic Records. Hearing “Austin,” Oscher told the kid how he almost moved there and Frost said, well, if you still want to do it, I know someone who has a room for rent in Manchaca, about 10 miles south of Austin.

Two months later, Oscher was standing next to his moving truck in front of his new place in South South Austin when James Cotton, another great former Muddy Waters harmonica player, pulled up. “Hey, Paul, what are YOU doing here?” Cotton yelled out. Oscher knew the only other living pre-‘70’s Muddy band member lived in the Austin area, but didn’t know he was in the same neighborhood. If the Chicago blues world was the New York Yankees, this would be like Yogi Berra and Whitey Ford discovering they lived on the same street in Leander.

Oscher got the idea to start playing at the Railroad BBQ when he and Cotton had dinner there one day. He found a stage on Craigslist and got a few guys from the Railroad to help him set it up. It was just a weekly gig to keep his chops up, as Oscher continues to do small tours. But when the word got around the Austin blues community that a living legend was playing it down and dirty on the outskirts, Tuesday night in Manchaca became the place to be.

“When I first started playing with Muddy, the drummer was S.P. Leary,” Oscher said one night from the stage, as all the musicians in the room scooched their chairs an inch closer. “He’d hit the cowbell (as a head’s up) whenever one of the guys’ wives or girlfriends came in the joint.” Oscher’s between-song patter and jive is as much a part of the weekly bluesology class as the music.

Much of Austin blues in the clubs is defined by screeching electric guitar and wailing harmonica, but Oscher’s sets are more like the stuff you might hear on the porch or the alley. Otis Spann, perhaps the greatest blues pianist, taught him how to play the piano, and Oscher learned guitar by studying Muddy and Luther “Georgia Boy Snake” Johnson every night. So he moves effortlessly from harmonica and guitar to keyboards, sometimes playing all three simultaneously. And he tells stories about an amazing life. The same stories that attracted a young and promising African-American playwright, who met Oscher when she put it out that she wanted to learn how to play harmonica.

Two years after Oscher and Parks married, she won the Pulitzer Prize for the play “Topdog/ Underdog,” which uses Oscher’s experience as a three-card monty player as a plot point. “I just wanted to know how they did it,” Oscher said about the card cheat game. “I didn’t have much heart to steal the people’s money.”

Music was all he really cared about. “I got my first harmonica from my uncle when I was 12,” he told the Railroad crowd. “And so I was reading the instruction book and playing like this (weak “Red River Valley”) when one of the guys from the grocery store, a dark-skinned man from Georgia, said ‘Hey, let me see that whistle.’ I said, proudly, ‘it’s not a whistle, it’s a harmonica.’ Well, he took that thing and played something like this (blows lusty Little Walter-like lick) and I’ve been hooked ever since.” The black man was a veteran of medicine shows and showed Oscher all sorts of tricks, like how to play the harp while rotating it in a circle around your mouth.

Oscher played a T-Bone Walker song and one of his own, then continued the story of how he came to be Jackie Robinson in reverse. “One day I was just walking down the street in Brooklyn, blowing my harp, and this smooth cat Smilin’ Pretty Eddie asked me where I played. I didn’t play anywhere. So he invited me to come inside this club, the Nite Cap, and play a couple songs.” Oscher talked while he fastened his big bass harp onto his neck rack. “When I was done, Pretty Eddie said, ‘let’s hear it for the little blue-eyed soul brother.'” The Nite Cap had a tassle dancer named Lil’ Egypt and when she winked and said “Hey, baby” to Oscher, then 17, he was in the life for good.

He’s got some funny James Cotton stories, too. “See, Cotton played in that Sonny Boy (Williamson II) style. That’s the guy who raised him up in the blues. But the one thing he couldn’t figure out was that Little Walter warble sound. So when Cotton met Little Walter he asked him to show him how he got that, and Little Walter said, ‘like this’ and turned around so Cotton couldn’t see his face.” Oscher has a lot of stories about how, in the years before YouTube and instructional videos, musicians tried to hold on to their tricks. “I used to tell people I made this from the motorcycle muffler,” he laughed, holding out a Dragonfly bass harp. He uses a toilet paper roll for a louder, fuller sound, but paints it silver so it looks like metal.

Just as it helps to be Jewish to get Jackie Mason, musicians laugh the loudest at Oscher’s jokes and observations. You look around the joint and you see the bass player Sarah Brown, guitar great Denny Freeman, young guitarists like Mike Keller, Willie Pipkin and Eric Zapata and all those harp players like Walter Daniels and Greg Izor and you realize that none of those folks needed to go to Wikipedia to know who Paul Oscher is. They come out to learn more.+

“The Muddy band toured in a green Volkswagen bus,” Oscher said, starting the story of his first show with the legendary band. “We had a show in St. Louis, about a six hour drive. So I get there and Otis Spann, the great Otis Spann, is there with his wife Lucille. ‘Gimme my shit, baby,’ he says and she goes into her bag and hands him a .25 automatic (pistol). Then he goes to S.P. ‘give me a taste, man’ and they pass around a bottle of Gordon’s gin. These are my idols, man! And I’m in the band! I remember the van pulling away and me thinking ‘OK, I’m in it now. I’m in for the ride of my life!’”

One thought on “Meet Paul Oscher, one of the two greatest 1960’s era Muddy Waters harmonica players who live in Manchaca

  1. RIP Paul, thanks for all you gave us. We met around 2000 in Santa Monica on the Promenade. I heard some bad acoustic slide guitar and come around the corner to see you looking like an old biker, sitting down and playing a beat up Harmony with your amp running off a car battery. Amp and battery stuffed in an old shopping cart. Not the carts that get stolen from Safeway but the carts the old gals push to the store. I was mesmerized by your style and hung out til you left a good 2 hours later. I still have the well played CD you sold me and the memory of that day will always be so fresh in my mind. My only regrets were not seeing you play again.
    rickyroadrunner

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