Original blues-based rock&funk from Chicago, influenced by Hendrix, Albert King, Stevie Ray Vaughn, James Brown, hip-hop. Guitar-oriented, rhythmically diverse songs update traditional blues themes, with a spare arrangement approach, and short songs as per punk aesthetic.


CHAINSAW DUPONT has defied and embraced the fates from day one. He was born on Friday, August 13th, 1957, in McComb, Mississippi, a town so small that shotgun houses were the norm, and grew up in Swan Lake in the Mississippi Delta, where almost everyone worked on the nearby plantation. His mother, a piano player who had received lessons from a young Fats Domino in New Orleans, was so superstitious that she celebrated David's birthday on August 12th until his 13th birthday, when she finally 'fessed up.

By that time, she had encouraged him to play music; his father, a promising boxer, had left the family permanently for New Orleans. David had picked cotton, a job which persisted until the late 60s, when mechanization finally overtook manual labor, and he had been in bands with his 3 brothers.

"That first band didn't last very long. One Christmas - I was about 3 years old - my mother got us all musical instruments. My grandmother was watching us one day, and she left out somewhere, told us to stay in the house. We decided we had a marching band, and started walking along 24 Highway, which was a pretty busy road there, near McComb, to the general store in town. When my grandmother found out we was playing along that highway, which was dangerous, she whipped the older boys with a switch. I got off because she figured I was too young to know any better".

He ran away from home at 14, headed south to New Orleans in search of his father, eventually staying with relatives there. By the time he returned to Swan Lake, his mother had been killed in a mysterious auto accident, and he went north with an older brother to Chicago's west side, attended high school, and began to play guitar.

"I got to Chicago in October '71 and I didn't even have a coat. I started playing guitar seriously in February '72. We were partyin' at a friend's house, I heard a Sly & the Family Stone record, & decided I had to play a guitar so I could play this riff on that record. We went to this girl Darlene's house - it was like 4 in the morning - we told her I needed to borrow her guitar. Even today, when I hear that lick, it moves me. I started to play all day from 10 in the morning till 10 at night."

Music has ruled his life since then, and he traveled the country, playing in a wide variety of bands, including jazz, reggae, and even backing up a black Elvis impersonator. Chainsaw was homeless for a time, met a young Stevie Ray Vaughan, narrowly missed being killed by white supremacists, and generally lived an itinerant life during that time, until settling back in Chicago in the late 80s. After several band projects, and a demo recording, he caught the attention of blues harp legend Junior Wells, and hooked up for an international tour that included Japan, in the coveted spot as Junior's guitarist.

He continued writing songs, in a style he calls "Delta crush", a sort of industrial blues that would eventually see daylight on "Lake Street Lullaby", a collection of original songs released independently in the Fall of 2003. His experiences growing up on the plantation, on the road as a homeless musician, and playing the Chicago blues circuit have all contributed to the album, which is part of a larger "blues opera" that attempts to narrate the blues experience. Working with bands in both the trio format popularized on Chicago's west side, as well as the larger configurations favored by Muddy Waters and other southside players, he is collaborating and developing new takes on urban blues that reflect more modern influences yet pay tribute to the classics, still tempting the fates by taking chances, but choosing his notes and words carefully in his songcraft.

His debut CD, "Lake St. Lullaby", includes a song cycle of 13 original songs that document the journey he and so many other bluesmen have made from the Mississippi Delta to Chicago, and mark him as one of the brightest songwriting talents on the Chicago scene today.



Written By: MrBiG

I know you got
My number baby but
Don’t return this call

Cause now I’ve got
Your number too
And it don’t add up at all

Your love is just a conversation
About what you want from me
You must think
I’m the welfare office
Or a one-man charity

Your love is
Only grifter kisses
In innocent disguise
You must think
I’m an easy mark
For you to victimize

&When I want
Some sugar baby
You give me saccharine
You must think
I’m a jukebox maybe
Or an A-T-M machine

You seem as sweet as sugar
But you ain’t the real thing
Saccharine, saccharine, saccharine…

Your love is
Like a lotto ticket
Where half the numbers match
When I need to lose
My money, baby,
I’ll take it to the track

Your love is
Like a booty call
That always comes collect
I been payin
All these charges baby
&Ain’t got nothin’ left

&When I want some sugar baby…
You give me saccharine
You must think
I’m a jukebox maybe
Or an A-T-M machine

You seem as sweet as sugar
But you ain’t the real thing
Saccharine, saccharine, saccharine…

Kinda Fat

Written By: Chainsaw Dupont

My best friend likes skinny women
But people I like my baby kinda fat
My best friend likes skinny women
But people I like my baby kinda fat
I’m just a Mississippi country boy
Guess I was raised like that
I ain’t knockin’ no skinny women
Skinny women look real fine
I ain’t knockin’ no skinny women
Skinny women look real fine
But there’s somethin’ ‘bout a
Big leg woman
Really stimulates my mind
I ain’t knockin’ no skinny women
Skinny women look real good
I ain’t knockin’ no skinny women
Skinny women look real good
Something ‘bout a
Big leg women,
Love me the way
You know you should
My best friend…

Soul Check

Written By: MrBiG

Thought I’d be livin’
In the high times now
But I’m still workin’
In the box factory

Boxin’ up my problems
Tried to mail them away
But they just keep comin’
Back to me

Tough times
On the West Side
Are sweet times
Just the same
It’s the soul-check
On the inside
That keeps your picture
Square in the frame

Thought I ws headed
For the Promised Land
But those promises
Must not be for me

So now I’m shadowboxin’
And I’m killin’ time
To keep these times
From killin’ me.

Tough times…
On the South Side
Are sweet times
All the same
It’s the soul-check
On the inside
That gives you strength
To find a way

Sure I can make it
In the city now
Just don’t think
The city’s meant for me
Boxin’in the shadows
And wonderin’ how
Those golden gloves
Can come to me

Rough times
On the downslide
Are all just
A part of the game
It’s a soul-check
When your own pride
Feels like it
Might fade away


"Lake St. Lullaby", released October 2003
Radio airplay by selected regional blues hosts, Chicago's ABC-TV O&O outlet,
Chicago's NBC-TV O&O outlet,
WXRT-FM, WDCB-FM, various NPR outlets

Sample the entire CD at:


Set List

Sets vary, generally 60 to 70 minutes, include 50% or more original material, covers include Albert King, Junior Wells, Howlin' Wolf, SRV, Willie Dixon, Muddy Waters, Jimmy Reed, mostly with arrangements by Chainsaw.

Also often performs 30-minute acoustic and 12-string acoustic sets as alter-ego country bluesman "Whip Jr.", featuring 50 to 75% original material, with rotation of additional covers of Jimmy Reed, Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, Willie Dixon.

Set list for Chicago Blues Festival:

Juke Joint Stage (acoustic, "Whip Jr." alter-ego):

==>acoustic guitar
Soul Check (Dupont)
Young Fashioned Ways (Jimmy Reed)
Sugar Sweet (Muddy Waters)
Kinda Fat (Dupont)
Baby, What You Want Me to Do? (Jimmy Reed)

==>12-string guitar
Fate (Dupont)
Take Out Some Insurance On Me, Baby (Jimmy Reed)
Big Boss Man (Jimmy Reed)
I'll Be With You All the Way (Dupont)
17 (Dupont)

==>Solo Telecaster, minimal amplification
Nowhere to Go (Dupont)
That's All Right (Jimmy Rogers)