still got the blues...

 Bonnie Raitt: I went there to go to college. I just played guitar as a hobby, but I ran into a lot of blues freaks at the Harvard station, WNW, and at Club 47 in Harvard Square, a major outlet for musicians like Buddy Guy, Junior Wells, Taj Mahal, and Canned Heat, not to mention John Hurt and Skip James. Strangely enough. I'd rushed to get old enough to catch this great Greenwich Village folk scene I'd heard about, and naturally the year I moved to Cambridge the club closed, and along came The Ultimate Spinach and acid rock. This whole incredible political scene went to pot, literally, but that's when I met Dick Waterman.

I was already a blues freak when I left California. There was a kind of blues mafia between New York, Philadelphia, and Cambridge—all these esoteric people talking about their blues idols' eating habits, the obscure 78s they'd find, and Dick was a kind of liaison, but he was unique in his concern for taking care of artists who were still alive rather than trying to revive an era that was dead. Everyone at the Harvard station knew him, and if you wanted to do a blues show, you'd call Dick Waterman. Periodically Son House, Skip James, or Arthur Crudup would come to town. Anyway, one afternoon a friend of mine invited me to this apartment on Franklin Street, and who was there housesitting for Dick Waterman, but Son House. I was just floored. Then I began to meet them all.

Dick at the time managed Junior Wells, Buddy Guy, Magic Sam, Otis Rush, Luther Allison, J.B. Hutto, as well as many other traditional bluesmen. The reason it made sense to have so many under one agency was to protect them from the abuse of white blues promoters. Club owners would play one bluesman against the other. They'd say, "Well, we can get Bukka White for $200 less, so why bother with Son House?" Then Son's manager would have to drop his price in order to get the guy a gig at alt Dick was outraged, and by keeping them all under one agency he could protect their rights. "You're not going to get any of them to play unless you pay what they deserve," he'd say. I started traveling around with Dick, driving Son, Skip, or Sleepy John Estes to the blues festivals, and I became real tight with them. With Buddy or Junior Wells, guys in their forties, that was fun, but with the older men friendship was difficult. John Hurt died right before I met Dick, and that was just the beginning of a series of five or six deaths, which was terribly painful for those who knew them. But still, meeting them and knowing them was overwhelming; I can't describe it.

Patricia Brody, 1977 Interview

Bonnie Raitt 1975, by Norman Seeff

art for arts sake...

 

off the web...

 

memo to Xi Jin Ping...

 Please kick Jenna Linch out of China as an undesirable alien, troublemaker and enemy of the people.

jenna lynch doing down her own country...

 This woman is a supposed journalist who has accompanied the prime minisgter of New Zealand on a state visit to CHINA

tonight she was on TV3 hectoring  Chris Hipkins about a domestic political issue that is merely a puff of dust in the wind

this is egregious behaviour from a person whose husband is an operative for a right wing opposition political party.

TV3 editors should know better than to front this shabby crap on the nightly news

I hope China TV exposes her to the people of China for doing down her own country in the eyes of the world.

Hondurans Fight Private Cities Run by US Companies as Gov't Sued for Out...

Hondurans Fight Private Cities Run by US Companies as Gov't Sued for Out...

What Do You Want To Make Those Eyes At Me For?

Smokin' Pot - At The Hop parody - cover and variation by Ron Blouin.

Banana In Your Fruit Basket

Big Long Slidin' Thing

Anybody Here Want To Try My Cabbage

My Tennessee Mountain Home

The Caves Of Altamira

Living In The U.S.A.

Your Saving Grace (Remastered 1991)

Going To The Country

Willie Nelson Reflects on Turning 90 & How Marijuana Saved His Life | E!...

Wille Nelson - Rare Video Recording (1962)

Me and Paul - Willie Nelson - live 1988

Waylon Jennings "Me and Paul"

Waylon Jennings 'You Can Have Her"

three dollar bill...

 

eureka...

 found this gem today.

forgot how good this outfit was. 

the pity was once you had achieved this level of proficiency and done one tour up and down the country then what?

more words...

 Each night I leave the bar room when it's over

Not feeling any pain at closing time
But tonight your memory found me much too sober
Couldn't drink enough to keep you off my mind

Tonight the bottle let me down
And let your memory come around
The one true friend I thought I'd found
Tonight the bottle let me down

I've always had a bottle I could turn to
And lately I've been turnin' every day
But the wine don't take effect the way it used to
And I'm hurtin' in an old familiar way

Tonight the bottle let me down
And let your memory come around
The one true friend I thought I'd found

Tonight the bottle let me down
Tonight the bottle let me down

the words...

I've finally found a place where I can take it
all this loneliness you've left behind
On a mountain that's no hill for a climber
Just one step up, sit back and pour the wine

I climb up on barstool mountain
High above your world where there's no pain
And I'm the king of barstool mountain
Pretending I don't love you once again

At closing time I step down off the mountain
I'm strong enough to make it without you
I know that I'll be right back here tomorrow

Too weak to sober up and face the truth

I climb up on barstool mountain
High above your world where there's no pain
And I'm the king of barstool mountain
Pretending I don't love you once again

I climb up on barstool mountain
High above your world where there's no pain
And I'm the king of barstool mountain
Pretending I don't love you
Drinkin' away "I love you"
Pretending I don't love you once again

dangerous dames...

 

congrats to fishpond....

 ordered this CD in March.

fishpond was not bale to supply it immediately but I hung in there because the same item off amazon would have cost twice the fishpond quote.

then wonder of wonders it arrived today.

Barstool Mountain tops!!!!! 

que son valley contractors

 well , the paddies were green and the water was brown

three hooch's and six pigs and they called it a town

Mama san shooting daggers from her eyes

there were 395 days that you could die

might die on an old overgrown trail

walking the point or bringing up the tail

there were water buffalo that would kill you dead

the sun would bake you leave you all red

you thought you were safe flying the skies

till a 50 ripped through your insides

well the days were long and the nights had no end

if you don't believe me .. ask my buddy Glen

A Ranger he was a Ranger he be

still sees the jungle , the forest , the trees

or maybe ask Ryan Hooley

got three purple hearts , got the last one near me

well you know I could go on

but the sky is lightening it'll soon be dawn

one more day since I was born

born in a Valley in the middle of a storm .

He was just 19 when he went to war
never saw nothing like it since or before
Everybody was calling his name
a few were Navy most were Marines
he saved many lost a few
there's only so much that he could do
the one's beyond saving he held their hands
the one's he

saved to this day stand
they stand and salute the man
the one we called " Corpsman

A little hot the past 2 days , up around 90.

But the hottest I've ever been was out in the sands

between Tam Ky and Chu Lai ..

Up around 110 , out in the pure white sand

humping around 40 pounds...

Hell ,the steel pot weighed 3 pounds and

got hot enough to cook your brain

jungle slung the 11 pound M 14

3 canteens

glad I wasn't humping a Prc 25

M60, or mortar

And get this

the only place I ever saw pine trees !

But you know , as bad as it was

at least we weren't fighting in waist deep snow

at 14 degrees like the Korea vets did ...

The unknown inheritance of a war

made of things we felt , we heard , and saw

Mosquito bites and moonless nights

rocket grenades and firefights

Blood , Death , Dreams

all the unwanted things

gathered in our twenties and our teens

Screams .

Fog in the Valley and a leach on my arm

three little kids and an old mama san

they're cooking a lizard on a spit

this damn heat just won't quit

filling canteens from a well

we'll drink it ,but man, it smells

in comes a chopper drops off the c's

ham and mothers for you and turkey loaf for me

Out in the Valley dusk coming on

Out in the Valley they're playing our song

a regular Rhinestone Rapsody

25 miles due west of the South China Sea

George , Hilling ,and me

sit, fingers on the triggers of our M 14's

hearts full of dreams heads full of plans

living our own Custer's Last Stand .

Someday's he just wants it to end

Someday's he wants to live to be 110

Someday's he'd like a beach house in South Carolina

Someday's he's walking a trail in Indochina

Someday's he can still hear

"Corpsman Up" in his left ear

Someday's he thinks he should start drinking again

Someday's he remembers the day he lost a good friend

Someday's it's this , sometimes it's that

Someday's he feels like he's caught in a trap

Someday's , if all the days were lined up in a row ,

he remembers the day he thought he'd never live to be

19 years old .

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