
Last week, I read at the online site of an Indianapolis-area media that Mark Butterfield, a longtime Indianapolis area concert promoter, is working to launch a regular small-venue concert series in the city of Greenfield, Ind., his hometown, while working to organize other shows in the Midwest.
This piqued my curiosity from afar, in Raleigh, because it conjured memories from a period when I was still living in Indy and photographing shows in Butterfield’s long-running Indy Acoustic Cafe Series. I presented posts at this blog about most of those shows after each one back in the day, circa 2011-13.
The number of shows in Butterfield’s series had begun to diminish after 2013. Butterfield shared news about upcoming shows with a mailing list of people who had bought tickets for previous shows, and I have a vague recollection in one of those dispatches in 2014 or ’15 that Butterfield told us that he was having trouble finding a static venue to stage future shows.
When I was photographing the series on a semi-regular basis, almost all the shows were being presented at the Wheeler Arts Community building, a converted factory, a block west of Shelby Street in Indy's Fountain Square neighborhood south of Downtown. To my recollection, Butterfield never told recipients on the mailing list why Wheeler was no longer a viable, dependable option. (Added 04/08/25: Wheeler has since been redeveloped into a residential facility, Wheeler Lofts, 1035 Sanders St.)
So when I read the recent news about Butterfield (shown in the lead-off and above photos) trying to establish a series in Greenfield, I went online to see what I could find out about what happened to the Indy Acoustic Cafe Series. What I learned was not surprising, I suppose, but it did sadden me.
It turns out Butterfield had shuttered the series in 2017, the same year I left Indy. The series’ website remains active, but there is little information there except a link that brings up a long list of all the artists who had performed in the series over its almost 20 years. (As of March 2025, the cafe series appears to have been revived — at least to a limited extent — as per the series’ website accessible through the link in the second paragraph of this post.)
Reading about that gave me the idea to do this retrospective piece — putting memories of all the shows I photographed together in one post. To be sure, the performers represented in these images are a considerable minority of the series’ aggregate performers’ list. But my series archive does involve 16 artists, which I feel is a decent representation.
The Indy Acoustic Cafe Series launched in January 1998 with shows staged at the former Rehearsal Studio Productions on South Keystone Avenue, just southwest of the avenue's exit off I-65. I don't remember reading or hearing about the series until more than a decade later. As I mentioned above, by the time I started dropping in on shows, Butterfield was now staging the performances at Wheeler Arts Community.
Among artists the series had hosted through the years are a few you might recognize: Tom Rush, Rory Block, David Lindley, Ellis Paul, John Gorka, Jonathan Edwards, Nils Lofgren, Shawn Mullins, Craig Fuller, Paul Barrere and Fred Tackett (think Little Feat), Loudon Wainright III, Freedy Johnston, Darden Smith, Vance Gilbert, David Wilcox, Nicholas Barron, Amy Speace and Patti Larkin. And that's just scratching the surface. I saw and photographed many of those in their later performances in the series.
I stumbled upon the series in April 2010 when I saw a blurb in the Indy media promoting an upcoming show by Rory Block, a folk blues artist with whose work I had become familiar in recent years. I attended that show and more than a dozen others, mostly in 2011 and 2012, with two more in 2013 and my last one in 2015.
The retrospective below is presented in chronological order. If you're a regular visitor to this blog going back to 2010 or thereabouts, you’ve seen a lot of these photos before. But there are a few that are new to Photo Potpourri.
Below the collection of performance photos are two extra categories — one on instrument closeups, the other on audience shots.
RORY BLOCK, April 10, 2010
I started taking pictures early on in Rory Block’s show, and after three songs, a man came up to me and asked if I was with the news media. When I responded no, he identified himself as being with Block’s entourage and said that Rory does not allow photographs taken at her shows by anyone outside of the media. So I stopped taking pictures.
I did not do anything with pictures from the first three songs for many years afterward ... until about three years ago, when I decided to create a gallery of my shots from her show at my SmugMug online site. On the presumption that Block’s objection was based on concern that people outside her control would profit from her shows without her approval or authorization, I do not allow the purchase of any images in the gallery from her show.
And if you’re curious, no one has ever purchased a photo from any of the unblocked galleries in my Indy Acoustic Cafe Series collection at SmugMug, so I have not profited a penny from my work, making my pursuit a truly — and solely — artistic endeavor, and I’m OK with that.
Today is the first time I have presented any of the Block images in a blog post. The resolution of images in all my blog posts are always of considerably lower quality than the originals, making it difficult for anyone who makes copies of these low-rez photos without my permission to make prints of those copies without experiencing resultant pixelization issues.
Unfortunately, I had trouble enjoying the rest of Block’s show because of that encounter with her representative. In the days after the show, I emailed Mark Butterfield and explained to him what had happened and asked him if he had any objections to me photographing artists at his shows, and he said no. So I told him I would make a point to contact artists ahead of time to get permission to shoot at future shows to avoid what had happened to me at Block’s show.
And for the record, only one future artist objected to photographs. I’ll identify that person later.
DARDEN SMITH, Jan. 29, 2011
This show, the first one I shot after Block, was responsible for grabbing my endearing favor. Texas singer-songwriter Darden Smith, who I remember well not only because of the music, but also because of his delightful stories about how some of the songs came to pass.
He handled bumps along the way nonchalantly — such as when the battery in his electric guitar died in mid-song. Some performers might have freaked and unraveled; Smith simply called out to Butterfield to ask him to retrieve a new one. People in the audience felt like they were right behind him, rallying to fix the problem. It was impressive.
The seating layout in the performance room of the Wheeler concert hall for this show had changed from the setup used at the Rory Block performance. The new layout — putting the stage in the middle of one of the much longer two walls of the rectangular-shaped hall — not only brought a lot more people closer to the performer, but it also introduced some wonderful angles for a photographer to exploit dramatic stage lighting. The image above is one such example.
In post-processing, I did exaggerate the contrast, as you might have suspected, but I did so because I wanted this look. I later made a blue tint version of the monochrome and used it among my four entries in a monthlong photo club exhibition at the Garfield Park Arts Center in which “blues” was my theme. I later gifted a framed version of the Darden Smith blues version to my oldest son.
Smith was on tour promoting his then-new CD, Marathon, and spent the first half of his performance playing songs from the new release. My favorites from the CD are The Truth of the Rooster (love the melody, guitar chords, soft trumpet notes and piano trickles throughout, and the lyrical story of deception), the rhythmic Bull by the Horns and the stark, haunting That Water. He used the post-intermission set to play requests from his repertoire, which dates to 1984.
He also found favor from the crowd with his anecdotes, one of which I remember involved a huge funny sign he came across at the airport in Milwaukee. I just don’t remember anymore what the sign said. But that was the anecdote he was sharing in the third photo below, with the resultant reaction from audience members in the front row in the photo immediately after it.
To view a full gallery of images from his show, follow the link in this sentence.
Brooks Williams is a Statesboro, Ga., native who was based in Cambridge, England, at the time of this show. He’s a wonderful singer and songwriter, but his guitar-playing is what captivates — and validates his inclusion as one the Top 100 Acoustic Guitarists of all time as listed by DigitalDreamDoor. At the time, Williams’ Guitar Player album was on the site’s list of Top 100 Acoustic Guitar Albums of all time.
It was a delight to see him let loose and flow as the guitar licks and riffs rolled off his fingers with the savvy of a maestro. His immersion into the music, hopefully, will be evidenced by the selection of images I took from his show.
Williams has a deft on-stage manner with the audience, and he delighted everyone not only with several blistering blues solos (I can only say “wow”), but a medley of short instrumental riffs from famous rock songs, from the iconic opening licks of Jimi Hendrix’s classic Purple Haze to the Who’s signature Overture from the rock opera Tommy. He joked that if he integrates a few more of those into the medley, it might be worth a full show.
At the time, Williams’ website said he had a new Live Blues EP just out and that it should be available at concert sites that month. It wasn’t among his CDs for sale at the show. Williams’ career spans several decades — and 17 CDs (at the time).
In a third tale, she related how folk icon Judy Collins had planned to sing The Weight of the World, a Speace composition, at the 50th anniversary Newport Folk Festival in 2009 and announce to the audience that Speace was its composer. Just as Collins was about to say Amy's name, Speace said, Pete Seeger —who was off to the side — distracted Collins, who then traded good-natured barbs with the dean of America's folk singers.
Singer-songwriter James House co-wrote Grammy- and Song of the Year-nominated hits for country stars Martina McBride (A Broken Wing) and Dwight Yokim (Ain’t That Lonely Yet).
House scored a hit of his own -- This Is Me Missing You -- in 1995 (reaching No. 5 on the charts), but he’s better known for his compositions recorded successfully by other artists, including McBride and Yokim (both tunes reached No. 1) and Diamond Rio’s In a Week or Two, which reached No. 2 in 1993.
He delighted a nice-sized turnout, including when he jokingly introduced a “medley of my hit” (This Is Me Missing You). His show was the series’ last in 2011.
Mullins returned to Indianapolis along with singer-songwriter Callaghan, a UK native who makes her home in Atlanta, Ga. Callaghan also had opened for Mullins in 2011. And just like last year, the show was a sellout, which I'm sure delighted Series organizer Butterfield, who donates all beverage sales proceeds from the shows to charity.
He ran late for the show and jokingly blamed the recent change in time from Standard to Daylight Savings. He made up for it with his music, his passion in the performance and with some pleasant stories between songs, including one that transitioned into a cover of a Roy Orbison classic, for which he borrowed sunglasses from a member of the audience to add a touch of reality to the Orbison “look” (see photo above).
In 1998, Pure Prairie League reformed with Fuller at the helm. Fuller went on to other projects through the years, and now is touring as an acoustic act with his son Patrick, including this show at the Indy Acoustic Cafe Series show.
Fuller dipped sparingly into his Pure Prairie League and Little Feat repertoire; I was most impressed when he performed a Tom Rush song — No Regrets — that Fuller said he felt had gone grossly underappreciated over the years, and I wholeheartedly agree. Rush released the melancholy No Regrets in the early 1970s as the front, lyric portion of a two-part composition. The second half was an intriguing acoustic guitar solo romp called Rockport Sunday. Fuller didn’t do the latter, but he took a nice stab at the former.
Patrick Fuller dazzled as an instrumentalist and on several solo tunes during the show. His charm was contagious, delighting the nearly full house in attendance in the intimate theater.
To view a full gallery of images from their show, follow the link in this sentence.
Like many artists who appear in the series and who travel the country and globe performing before intimate audiences, Jonathan Edwards flirted with significant fame at least once in his career — his 1971 single Sunshine was a Top 40 Billboard hit — before settling down to a busy, less commerce-driven lifestyle. The sense of humility and appreciation of people’s enjoyment of the craft that Edwards exhibited has been a hallmark of almost all the performers I’ve seen at the Wheeler in the series.
Edwards’ show was packed with storytelling, self-deprecation and a brief explanation for why he was performing barefoot (he joked that his shoes were confiscated by airport security). He displayed a sharp wit and playful interaction with the audience and delivered a spine-tingling bluesy-ballad cover of the Beatles' She Loves You that snuck up on just about everyone in the audience, including me. It had folks hootin' (including me) with excitement at song’s conclusion.
After Edwards' final number of the regular set, I witnessed something I’d not seen at a Series show before: an immediate — and unanimous — standing ovation with more hoots and hollers. Would he come back to offer a clearly appreciative and satisfied audience an encore, and could it possibly top everything else he’d already done this night? Yes ... and yes. Edwards sung, a cappella, a stirring, spine-tingling (there’s that phrase again) environment-awareness song that he dedicated to the recent observance of Earth Week.
To view a full gallery of images from the show, follow the link in this sentence.
In one of his promotional emails before the show, Mark Butterfield had said this would be Wilcox’s last visit to the series. He didn’t explain how he knew that, or if Wilcox had told him he wouldn’t be back, but after Saturday's show, I don't see how Wilcox could avoid Indy in the future unless he simply stops doing tours.
To view a full full gallery of images from his show, follow the link in this sentence.
My “acquaintance” with Rush’s work goes back to the summer between my junior and senior years in college in Wisconsin. I was still kind of reeling from a breakup with a gal for whom I had fallen hard my first year in college. Album-oriented rock stations were just becoming trendy then, and I latched onto a new one in Milwaukee, WZMF-FM, which would hold a formidable position in Milwaukee radio for 20-some years before suffering the fate of many such stations nationwide — a change in ownership, format and call letters.
Like I do for all the Indy Acoustic Cafe shows that I photograph, I contacted Rush a few weeks in advance of his show to make sure he had no objection to me photographing his performance. The groupie in me came out in my inquiry email, and I divulged to Rush the effect his No Regrets / Rockport Sunday had on me in my college days. He acknowledged my email and told me photography would not be a problem at the show. He complimented the photos he had seen in my gallery of the Acoustic Cafe Series. He did not say anything about what I had told him about No Regrets / Rockport Sunday. I couldn’t help but wonder if that meant he'd played them so often that he’d grown tired of them and wouldn't play them in Indy.
Rush then told the audience a story that confirmed my suspicion. He said he had written the song to impress a new love interest in the 1960s. (One might question the logic of how a song about a breakup would impress a new love interest, but when I was that young, my mind unfortunately often worked in similar, reverse-psychology fashion, so I had no trouble relating).
Incredibly, years later in Wyoming, before taking the stage at another outdoor live performance, Rush said, he noticed the same woman off to the side, again signing lyrics. When he came to No Regrets during his show, he told the audience the story about the “ghosts” and “goats” snafu ... and got his revenge. He did not say whether the female signer took it in good stride or otherwise, unfortunately.
Interestingly, the two songs’ sequence on Rush's late-1960s album The Circle Game on the Elektra label is the opposite of how I first heard them on WZMF. The vinyl and CD have No Regrets following the instrumental. I’ll always know it the other way around, which is how the songs appear on the Elektra compilation album Classic Rush, which is what WZMF was using when I first heard them.
The stage before Darden Smith’s show (above) and Smith in performance (first two below).
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