On Mississippi Coast, getting away is never very far away

If there ever was ever a week I needed a little escape, it was this one.

But my wife, Pam, and I had options.

Hector the Nuge at the Casinos? Nah. Fish in a barrel. Not enough bond money in the mad money drawer.

Michael Allman at the IP? Tempting.

Will Kimbrough in Pascagoula? Highly recommended but a long drive home in the middle of the night.

The Toadies? Hey, I remember them ... sort of.

We really didn't decide until we hit the 110 exit in D'Iberville, but we had been wanting to see Kress Live, one of the newest spots on the Coast, so that decided it. We were going to the Toadies.

It was a great call, even if it was 100-monkeys-with-a-typewriter good luck. But it made perfect sense, seeing the band whose most well-known song is "Possum Kingdom" on the week a possum figured prominently in the Chris McDaniel campaign. (For those wondering why they're reading about rock music in the political Crawdaddy.)

Turns out Kress Live is a fine place to see a show. The staff couldn't be friendlier or the prices (tickets and drinks) more reasonable. The sound was clean, the crowd was intriguing and the atmosphere definitely an upgrade for the Coast.

Opening act Black Pistol Fire, born in Canada but living part time in Texas, set the stage. Definitely wasn't one of those hurry-up-and-get-to-the-main-act openers. Always up for a band that covers Peter Green-era Fleetwood Mac.

The Toadies then put to rest any worries about a band once beaten down by its label and tanked by the lost of a key member and no on that slippery slope known as middle age with a long all-encompassing set worthy of a 20th anniversary celebration.

Kress Live, we'll be back.