Rockfish at the stables - By N.L. Belardes

Rockfish, that Hendrix-style Christian rock band that everyone loves was kickin' it out at the stables for a rescue mission benefit.



I drove in through the muddy stables and at first was lost. I saw two cowboys about 7 years old pushing a wheelbarrow so I stopped the car by them as they carted manure along a group of rustic structures. "Hey cowboy. You know where the big event is today?"

"I'm not sure. Just keep driving around. Probably up ahead."



I thanked him and his counterpart and headed up through the muddy lane. Horses swished their tails and and old timer slung hay from a pitchfork. I asked him the same question. "Could be anywhere," he smiled.

Tearing through the mud I eventually found a lot of horses and a smug little building where rock music belted out through an open door. This was it. Those Rockfish guys were rocking the house to a bunch of horseriders who probably were in need of a little more twang. I snapped some pictures wondering just how Brent had landed this gig. Gotta try the Mexican churches, I was thinking. I used to know of some rockin' houses of God in the Bakersfield Latino hinterland.









These cowfolks clapped, but did they like the Hendrix-styled solos and hard rockin bluesy beat?

Maybe, but then Rockfish were the only ones in the house without cowboy hats on.

I did. I took a bunch of pics then wandered back outside and took a picture of some horses, a few cowboys, a dog and a wandering chicken.




A chicken!! A chicken!!

Yes, rockfish was jammin' at the stables, right there along the wayward Kern River, the winding waterway where a few hundred Westerns have been filmed...

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