Hallelujah

Covered here by Jeff Buckley (1966 – 1997) It sometimes seems only the good die young. He drowned in Memphis... perhaps on purpose.

This is probably my favorite song. It was written by Leonard Cohen and released on his 1984 album (CD) Various Positions. It's been covered by K.D.Lang, John Cale, Kate Voegle, Alison Crowe and many others including Bob Dylan, Bon Jovi and Willie Nelson

Hallelujah Lyrics by Leonard Cohen

If you like the song, check out these other two renditions. I like them all.

Another good cover version sung by Rufus Wainwrght

The Photography of Ruadh DeLone

Photographer DeLone, working in Rheden, Netherlands, shoots a wide variety of subjects. Those in which he achieves the look and feel of 17th century paintings in the style of the Dutch Masters are far and away my favorites. Nota Bene: The whimsical milk mustache on the first photo.

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Meet Seasick Steve

Steven Gene Wold, aka Seasick Steve, is knocking them out in the UK and much of Europe. The music videos of him at the bottom of this post are at the Rock Werchter Festival in Belgium which, since 1974, has been called the world's premier music fest, lasting 4 days each year. In the UK, he's thought to be the world's coolest pensioner.

"Man From Another Time"

Click on and move your cursor over the screen to check him out:

Diddley Bo

Dog House Boogie

Born in Oakland, California in 1941 (68 years old), Wold left home at 13 to avoid abuse at the hands of his stepfather, and lived rough and on the road in Tennessee, Mississippi and elsewhere, until 1973. He would travel long distances by hopping freight trains, looking for work as a farm labourer or in other seasonal jobs, often living as a hobo. At various times, Wold worked as a carnie, cowboy and a migrant worker. Of this time he once said: "Hobos are people who move around looking for work, tramps are people who move around but don't look for work, and bums are people who don't move and don't work. I've been all three."

Even More Bloodroot by Amy Greene

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Bloodroot by Amy Greene

Bloodroot is that rare sort of family saga that feels intimate instead of epic. Set in Tennessee’s Smoky Mountains, it’s told largely in tandem voices that keep watchful eyes on Myra Lamb. She is a child of the mountain, tied to the land in ways that mystify and enchant those around her. There’s magic to Myra--perhaps because she has the remarkable blue eyes foretold by a nearly-forgotten family curse--but little fantasy to her life. Bloodroot is as much about the Lambs as it is about a place, one that becomes ever more vivid as generations form, break free, and knit back together. Its characters speak plainly but true, they are resilient and flawed and beautiful, and there's a near-instant empathy in reading their stories, which--even in their most visceral moments--are alluring and wonderful. --Anne Bartholomew

Bloodroot to publish on Tuesday, January 12th, 2010.

Amazon price: Hardcover, Deckle Edge $14.97

"Crazy Heart" movie

Don't miss this one:

I'm am a sucker for movies about redemption.

The movie's full theme song: "The Weary Kind".



I think this one will compete for best picture in 2010.

The Painter's Apprentice

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Title: The Painter's Apprentice. (Rotterdam, 1627)
A current photo that captures the style of 17th Century painters.

by Edd Carlile - from his "Faces Of The Past" series.

Simulating the Camera Obscura technique (Latin for "dark room"; "darkened chamber") popular with 17th century painters.

WLAC Radio - Nashville

Back in the 1950s, when white teenagers were just beginning to discover that Pat Boone's version of "Ain't That A Shame" was not the original, a radio station in Nashville, Tennessee, was beaming rhythm and blues and gospel music to millions of young listeners, each discretely tuning his dial to 1510 on the AM dial late into the evening hours.

It was 10:00 pm in the East, bed time for many a schoolkid. But, if the weather was cooperative and the tuner sensitive enough, wonderful sounds soon began to issue forth. Not Perry Como, not the Chordettes, certainly not Pat Boone. No, here streaming directly into our bedrooms were the strange, new, and wonderful tones of Chuck Berry, Jimmy Reed, Fats Domino, Lightning Hopkins, Muddy Waters, Little Junior Parker, The Spaniels, Sonny Boy Williamson, Howling Wolf, and Etta James.
Jimmy Reed-"Baby What You Want Me To Do?"

Here was something special, something to be shared only with your very best friends, not with those jerks at school who didn't know about it and couldn't understand it if they did. Here was something that made you wish you could soundproof the door to your room or, perhaps, buy a pair of headphones, all to insure that listening bliss might continue into the wee hours when your mother assumed that you had long been asleep.

Work With Me Annie (1954) by

Hank Ballard and the Midnighters

(Who didn't know what this song was about?)

Gene Nobles was on WLAC for Randy's Record Shop. Nothing characterized the WLAC listening experience more than the nightly program sponsored by "The World's Largest Mail Order Phonograph Record Shop" -- Randy's Record Shop in Gallatin, Tennessee. They must have done a heck of a business. No street address, no post office box ... just "Gallatin, Tennessee."

During the mid-'50s, Randy's sponsored what may have been the most listened to disc jockey show in the country. Introduced by the nostalgic tones of "Suwannee River Boogie" by Albert Ammons, "Randy's Record Hi-Lights" was broadcast on clear-channel WLAC at 10:15 pm Central Time, six nights a week--and at 11:00 pm on Sunday. And 50,000 watts of power insured that it could be heard all over the East, South, and Mid-West, probably in Canada and Mexico as well.

Gene Nobles has as much claim as anyone to being the first to play rhythm and blues records for a racially mixed audience and developing a distinctive deejay "patter." Gene called it "Slanguage" and it included such phrases as "from the heart of my bottom." Mr. Nobles passed away in 1989.

Commercials by regular sponsors: Click on to listen.

Live Baby Chicks
Royal Crown Hair Dressing
Ernie's Record Mart
Randy's Record Shop
"Randy" was Randy Wood, a successful entrepreneur whose catalog boasted that his shop was "The Home of the World's Largest Stock of Recorded Music. Randy was patriotic too, offering a "10% discount to all men and women now serving in the Armed Forces." Lest we forget, these records were "also available in 45 r.p.m."

Giving Randy's show a run for the money was the program sponsored by the venerable Ernie's Record Mart, at 179 3rd Avenue North, Nashville, Tennessee. "Ernie's Record Parade" could also be heard every night. It was a one-hour show broadcast Monday through Friday at 9:00 pm Central Time and on Saturday from 8:00 until 9:45 pm. On Sunday night the "all spiritual" show began at 8:30.

The host on Ernie's show was the steadfast "John R." His full name was John Richbourg and he began working at WLAC in 1942. His distinct, deep, and sometimes gravelly voice, together with his "hep-cat" patter combined to confuse many listeners into believing that he was a black man. Actually, he was a white man who had come to WLAC following stints at other stations and a youthful attempt to pursue a career on the musical stage. John R. signed off for the last time on June 28, 1973. As late as the 1980s, Mr. Richbourg was answering letters from his fans, sending out autographed photos, and selling tapes of his programs.


Herman Grizzard

Youthful insomniacs and dedicated listener's could stay up past midnight in the East and listen to the third in the nightly series of record-shop-sponsored shows, this one brought to us courtesy of Buckley's Record Shop. Buckley's show, entitled "After Hours," was introduced by the theme song "After Hours" by Erskine Hawkins. The host disc jockey was a gentleman who seemed to be older than Gene Nobles or John R (and was). That gentleman was Herman Grizzard, who had been with the station since the '30s. Each of these record shops offered "special" packages of records available by mail order at a group price. As I recall, each 5-record special from Ernie's was offered for a period of a couple months and was called something like Ernie's "Bullseye" Special or some similar name that would distinguish it from, say, Ernie's "Blue Ribbon" Special. Five records for three dollars or so was a great deal too, as long as you didn't mind having a ringer or two in the group--some title that you probably wouldn't have otherwise purchased. I mean ... did someone really want a copy of "Gumbo Mombo" by Guitar Gable?


Bill "Hoss" Allen was yet another popular dee-jay at WLAC. After graduating from Vanderbilt in 1948, Allen began his radio career at WHIN in his hometown of Gallatin, Tennessee, hosting "Harlem Hop." Allen soon moved to WLAC, initially filling in where needed, ultimately taking over the 10:15 to midnight spot, when Gene Nobles retired.

The "Hossman" also hosted many gospel programs. Indeed, in 1981, Savoy Records released an LP (SL 14627) entitled: Bill "Hoss" Allen Presents "Let's Go To The Program." Subtitled "Twelve of America's Greatest Gospel Groups," the record includes recordings by such groups as The Swan Silvertones, The Soul Stirrers, and The Original Blind Boys of Alabama, introduced by Allen and altered to include applause, as though the performances were actually live, in concert.

Atttribution: Jim Lowe's recollections (edited for length)

I have awfully fond memories of lying in bed late at night with that faint, tiny red light glow on my radio, turned down low... just listening away to WLAC. (DNJ)

Talley Ho! – a new blog.

Click on this blog: Tally Ho! Joe B. Stewart has put together a great new place to visit. I find his posts to be fascinating because he shares many of his life's interesting, varied and unique experiences. I think you'll enjoy dropping by.

Lady Lisa

Every Picture Tells a Story
by Sandy Powers

Lady Lisa. I saw her and had to photograph her so I got up my nerve and went and asked to take her photo. She was delighted, and talked to me for a long time about how she used to be a model. I showed her the picture and she really liked it !

Poetry by Beth Ann Fennelly

Beth Ann Fennelly, an OA contributor, reads at The Oxford American magazine's 10th anniversary Southern Music Issue release party at Ground Zero Blues Club in Clarksdale, Miss.

In my opinion, Beth Ann Fennelly who teaches at Ole Miss — along with her husband, novelist, short story writer, Tom Franklin — is the best US poet of this decade. Her poem, The Kudzu Chronicles, is the best contemporary Southern poem (and I have read a lot of them) out there.

First Warm Day in a College Town

Today is the day the first bare-chested
runners appear, coursing down College Hill
as I drive to campus to teach, hard

not to stare because it’s only February 15,
and though I now live in the South,
I spent my girlhood in frigid Illinois

hunting Easter eggs in snow,
or trick-or-treating in the snow,
an umbrella protecting my cardboard wings,

so now it’s hard not to see these taut colts
as my reward, these yearlings testing the pasture,
hard as they come toward my Nissan

not to turn my head as they pound past,
hard not to angle the mirror
to watch them cruise down my shoulder,

too hard, really, when I await them like crocuses,
search for their shadows
as others do the grounghog’s, and suddenly

here they are, the boys without shirts,
how fleet of foot, how cute their buns, I have made it
again, it is spring.

Hard to recall just now
that these are the torsos of my students,
or my past or future students, who every year

grow one year younger, get one year fewer
of my funny jokes and hip references
to Fletch and Nirvana, which means

some year if they catch me admiring
the hair downing their chests, centering
between their goalposts of hipbones,

then going undercover beneath their shorts,
the thin red or blue nylon shorts, the fabric
of flapping American flags or the rigid sails of boats —

some year, if they catch me admiring, they won’t
grin grins that make me, busted,
grin back — hard to know a spring will come

when I’ll have to train my eyes
on the dash, the fuel gauge nearing empty,
hard to think of that spring, that

distant spring, that very very very
(please God) distant
spring.

This poem opens her 2008 book of poems:

UNMENTIONABLES

Original Civil War Photographs

Variously referred to as The Civil War by most everyone, but in the South you'll hear it often called as The War Between The States. Oh, and for those "unreconstructed" Southern souls, it's sometimes called The War of Northern Aggression. Your call.

Click on the link below:

Original Civil War Photographs

Jackson Pollack - Mural

The critic Clement Greenberg, Pollock's principal champion, said he took one look at this painting and realized that "Jackson was the greatest painter this country has produced." A Museum of Modern Art curator, the late Kirk Varnedoe, said Mural established Jackson Pollock as the world's premier modern painter.


Decoding Jackson Pollack — Smithsonian Magazine

Lonely Hearts

Each month Smithsonian Magazine has a Last Page feature. This one, from an old 2007 issue, struck me as quite funny. But maybe it's just me. Click on it to read it.

A sample:

Time Out

When this posting fellow needs a break, he can always scan and post Ms. Posting Fellow's engagement picture from years ago. Click on.



Or I guess he could post some interesting video out takes from the below movie(s).

Bloodroot by Amy Greene

I've pre-ordered and I am anxiously awaiting the January 2010 release of this novel. I first came across Amy Greene's writing as I chased my passion, short stories, in literary magazines. I found her writing fascinating. Learning that she had debut novel, Bloodroot, accepted and scheduled for publication by Knopf further piqued my interest in her work. I contacted both her and her husband, Adam, also a writer, to tell them how much I enjoyed her work in the short stories I read. Amy and Adam live in Eastern Tennessee with their two children. Buy her book. You won't be disappointed.


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Bloodroot.
Amy Greene, (author).

Jan. 2010. 304p. Knopf, hardcover, $24.95

REVIEW. First published October 15, 2009 (Booklist).

This stunning debut novel is a triumph of voice and setting. Following one impoverished family from the Depression up through the present, the story is told in six voices and set in a remote region called Bloodroot Mountain, so named for the rare flower that grows there, which can both poison and heal. The family’s struggles with poverty and human cruelty and their endless search for connection are set against the majestic Appalachian landscape, which is evoked in the simplest and most beautiful language. At the center of this dramatic story is Myra Lamb, raised by her loving grandmother and born with sky-blue eyes and a talent for connecting with animals and people. Allowed to run free on the family’s mountaintop, Myra is a charismatic figure who eventually draws the romantic interest of John Odom, the wealthy son of business owners in town. Their marriage, which starts out with so much promise, gradually turns abusive as Myra is imprisoned in her new home and prevented from seeing her grandmother. The long repercussions of their violent relationship, on both Myra’s children and Myra’s own sanity, are played out through the decades as each family member speaks to the lasting effects of John Odom’s hot temper. With a style as elegant as southern novelist Lee Smith’s and a story as affecting as The Color Purple, this debut offers stirring testimony to the resilience of the human spirit.

Lookin' for Love - Urban Cowboy

Don't know why, but I've always liked this silly little movie.

A Rather Short Story

Choosing Sunrise

Who knows how many words have been written about sunrises. Or how many paintings, or photographs. Or, in the age of video, how many times, from start to finish, has Earth's opening ritual has been captured. But seeing it with your own eyes is still seeing it for the first time.

She arrived on the beach when it was still too dark to see the ground and she bruised her feet on shells and rocks. She went forward though, until her feet felt the edge of the water and then she sat on the damp sand. She felt the water come forward and go back, but couldn't yet see it.

It starts with a glow, really, making it look like it’s the sea which illuminates the Earth.Then a few golden-yellowish rays shoot forward, like sentries coming to see if this area is ready to be lit. Finally, the almost indistinguishable shape begins to rise and, even with its tiny tip, it begins to fill up the whole world with light almost immediately. It did this this day it seems to let Ellen know that it (and other things) were much bigger than her or even this planet. She got the message and because of the Sun's debut, her body began to warm.

Somewhere, almost 17 miles away, her daughter was knocking on her door because it was time to go to the doctor. More tests. Ha! Ellen had, for weeks, contemplated writing her daughter a letter.Telling her what it was and that, for centuries, whenever someone in their family had it in their brain, it had never been anything else but a slow, painful death. She wanted to tell her that you have to live life and not spend so much (or any) time worrying about the end... because it will end. Worry instead about being able to maintain a closeness with those around you.

But she didn't write it, the letter, not one word. Because had her mother written such a letter before the screams of agony and writhes of pain began, Ellen would've discarded it as the final, senseless blathering of a dying old lady.The daughter would have to figure it out for herself and, hopefully, like Ellen, before it became too late.

The oxycodone began to kick in — she took triple her day's prescription this time — so, no pain but she felt the need to lie down, first resting her elbows on the sand, then bringing her whole body down.The soft, damp sand made a surprisingly comfortable bed and she wondered why she had never done this before, slept on the beach. Her eyelids grew heavy and she closed them for a moment.

The red hue of the Sun was still visible in her mind and she quickly opened her eyes again to see it.Yes, she thought squinting at the fully emerged Sun, it's one sight we haven't been able to ruin yet. She was drifting now and smiled because it didn't hurt, not at all. Her last, pleasant thought was that they may never find her out here and that that was okay.

DNJ

Cinderella Updated

Victorian Era Asylum Nursery - UK

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Mental Asylum Nursery - London

© JP Godwin - Photographer

This is a picture from the children's nursery of a derelict mental asylum. The mental asylum has been derelict for decades, but most of it is in excellent condition, it was one of London's last great Victorian mental asylums, and was completed in 1903. The derelict complex is guarded by security, and strictly, nobody is allowed casual entry.

The children's ward, located inside the same building as the padded cells, housed those born while their mothers were behind the walls of the asylum. The room is actually just a converted prison cell.

The asylum is massive, around 100,000 sq ft, and walking around it is a nerve testing experience. You leave with images that stay in your mind for days. I've visited seven times and have documented most of the rooms inside the 20 large buildings that make up the complex. From the mortuary, to the padded cells, to the dentists operating room, everything remains almost as the same as the day it was left. — JPG

Nice Rack!

Woodstock's 40th Anniversary - 08/15/69

As it's said, "If you remember Woodstock, you probably weren't there."

Click through these great Photos:

Then

And

Now

And...

Goin' Up The Country - Canned Heat

Stand By Me

This song is supposedly based on a 1955 Gospel version song of the same name by The Staples Singers. Ben E. King wanted The Drifters to record it, but the group's manager rejected it. After leaving The Drifters, King brought it to the legendary songwriting team of Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller, who gave it a more contemporary sound and polished it into a hit. The bassline at the beginning was Stoller's idea. Many others have covered "Stand By Me" , but give a listen. I like this version by street singer, Roger Ridley and others... much better.


Another one?

Bring it on Home: Roger Ridley

Sopranos Tribute

The theme "Woke Up This Morning" is by the British band, Alabama 3. They are known in the US as simply "A3".

Lead singer, Rob Spragg, wrote this song after hearing about a case in which a wife finally shot her abusive husband after twenty years. It was originally written as an expression of female empowerment.

Final Season (6th), Final Scene.

I think the Sopranos was great — and often very humorous — TV drama. To me, the series also featured some of the best in popular music exquisitely woven into the plot(s). My favorite character? Why, Uncle Junior, of course.

Great website dedicated to the Sopranos - for news, memorabilia, music and trivia. Check it out.

David Chase, the creator, writer and director, has hinted a movie may be in the future.

Street Scenes in Niamey, Niger

Want to take a walk?

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Library Book Drop

In Newton Massachusetts after a three day weekend



From the 07/28/09 issue of New Yorker magazine.

Love at the Five and Dime - Nanci Griffith

A favorite song.



R.I.P.

These Five and Dime — "downtown" — department stores are gone forever:

S.H. Kress (1896-1981)
J.J. Newberry (1911-1997)
F.W. Woolworth (1878-1997)
and others were the precursors to the big box stores
of today: WAL-MART, KMART, etc.

Deep Thoughts

From Jack Handey's interstitial segments on Saturday Night Live (1991 - 1998)

Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

Children need encouragement. If a kid gets an answer right, tell him it was a lucky guess. That way he develops a good, lucky feeling.

If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."

The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.

One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said. "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down, he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.

Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.

The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.

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Velvet Jones - Eddie Murphy

Neko Case

Deep Red Bells

“It’s based on the Green River killer,” she says. “When I was a kid in Tacoma, we were all scared all the time. I actually carried a knife to school with me. The ‘you’ in the song is one of his victims. They were all prostitutes, but we didn’t know that. They could have been anybody; they could have been us.”

When you know this, “hiding place” becomes pretty ominous, and “silver tongues” may allude to the way the killer — Gary Ridgway — used sweet talk and photographs of his son to lull his victims into trusting him.

This song's powerful lyric

Roseanne Cash

I like her.



Some more ?

I Don't Know Why
Seven Year Ache

Edvard Munch's "Scream"

The Kudzu Chronicles — Poetry of the South

By Beth Ann Fennelly. She and her husband, Tom Franklin, a short story writer, both teach at Ole Miss. In my opinion, Beth Ann Fennelly is the one of — if not the— best poet writing today. Her poems of the South and her life in Mississippi are simply captivating. This video is of her reading an excerpt from "The Kudzu Chronicles", a rather long poem. Contained within the complete poem are references to Faulkner, the Neshoba County Fair and her home in Oxford.


Missionary Work — few folks really like poetry. Some say they do. By clicking on here, you may either read "The Kudzu Chronicles" or, if you prefer, listen to her reading it and discover her for yourself.

The Kudzu Chronicles

Another one:

Souvenir

Click on for more of this superb writer:

Essay



The University
of Mississippi
Department of English
Beth Ann Fennelly

Associate Professor of English

Office: Bondurant W104
Telephone: 662-915-7914
E-mail: bafennel@olemiss.edu

"Mad as Hell"

Wonderful Peter Finch (as Howard Beale) scene in the movie: Network. In my opinion, this is a great, satirical Paddy Chayefsky/Sidney Lumet film. Today, it seems sort of topical... to me.

Big Joe Williams

The material for this interesting post was provided by Joe B. Stewart, who knows an awfully lot of stuff about an awfully lot of stuff. You'll have to click on the photos to read the text. Sorry. My posting skills are limited.




Big Joe Williams, the famous Miss. blues man grew up on my grandfather Marion Stewart's farm outside Crawford, Mississippi.

I took George Cummings (a founder of Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show) to Crawford in May of 1978 to meet Big Joe. They sang and played together at that time on a back porch. It was memorable. So George and I arranged to take Big Joe up to Muscle Shoals, Alabama for a recording session in late August and early Sept. of 1978. We did this and a CD was released some years later in or around 1998.





Big Joe Williams is not to be confused with Joe Williams who was a jazz singer who performed with the Count Basie band.

Below is a picture of me and Big Joe with a 60 pound watermelon. (Joe B. Stewart)


This picture was taken in Crawford in August 1978 as we got ready to leave for Muscle Shoals.

Big Joe's signature song that he is credited as having written was:
BABY PLEASE DONT GO.
It has been covered by many artists from Mose Allison to Bob Dylan.

A first grade girl handed in this drawing for a homework assignment.

After it was graded and the child brought it home, she returned to school the next day with the following note:


Dear Ms. Davis,

I want to be very clear on my child's illustration. It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint. I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm. This picture is of me selling a shovel.


Mrs. Harrington

Mississippi Delta Blues, Robert Johnson

Robert Johnson is one of the most admired and influential Delta blues artists despite his short life and the small number of recordings that he left. His songs, such as "Sweet Home Chicago", "Come on in My Kitchen", and "Crossroad Blues", are blues classics -- played by thousands of blues artists and adapted by rock 'n' roll artists such as the Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin and Eric Clapton. His life and work would later influence the growth and talent of such famous musicians as Eric Clapton, Muddy Waters, Bonnie Raitt, the Rolling Stones, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and yes, Elvis.

Sweet Home Chicago - the song

Robert Johnson was a gifted singer, guitarist and songwriter whose life story is wrapped in mystery and legend. Only two photographs are known to exist of him and he recorded only 29 songs before his death in 1938 at the age of 27. Many of his contemporaries believed that he met the Devil at a lonely crossroads at midnight and made a deal to sell his soul in return for becoming the greatest blues musician of all time. More likely, he was blessed with enormous talent and spent a lot of time learning from other blues masters and honing his skills. He achieved some success and fame from recordings and performances during his life and was scheduled to perform at the first "Spirituals to Swing" concert at Carnegie Hall when he died.

Although his burial place remains uncertain (Gayle Wardlow may have tracked it down), it is generally accepted that his death was not accidental. Johnson was poisoned by a jealous husband (or girlfriend) while performing at a juke joint near Greenwood, Mississippi and died on August 16, 1938. He defined the 30s blues era, but died in 1938 at the young age of 27. Though he only wrote 29 songs, his impact on the world of music has been incredible. Many consider him the father of modern rock and roll.

A Favorite Poet

Triolet *

Why should the Devil get all the good tunes,
The booze and the neon and Saturday night,
The swaying in darkness, the lovers like spoons?
Why should the Devil get all the good tunes?
Does he hum them to while away sad afternoons
And the long, lonesome Sundays? Or sing them for spite?
Why should the Devil get all the good tunes,
The booze and the neon and Saturday night?

by A.E. Stallings

I really like her stuff.

*A Triolet is a poem consisting of eight lines with a rhyme scheme of abaaabab in which the first, fourth, and seventh lines are the same, as are the second and eighth lines.

A New Product — as seen on TV

"Hey, Billy Mays here, and this stuff REALLY works!
Only $19.95. But wait, there's more. Order today and we'll send you, no, not one, but two bottles..."

Vern Gosdin R.I.P.

August 5, 1934 - April 28, 2009

A favorite singer of sad, sad country love songs.

"That Just About Does It... "

"Do You Believe Me Now?"

"Till The End" w/Janie Fricke

Deep Sunset in Destin, Florida

Looking west, out over Choctawhatchee Bay.

Wringing out the last bit of day.

Kathy Mattea

Another singer I like.

"A Few Good Things Remain"

Used Poem VI

    Requiem for a Mind

Hands trembling hold the chair
Across her forehead knots of hair
Concealed her dying brain within,
Each tiny cell a requiem.

The vigorous spark of life no more.
Each dendron slack, still, a silent door;
Behind the curve of cranial bone
Knowledge lies without a home

The mind that once directed one,
Decisive action planned and done,
Now thrash in ragged disarray
To dull her glance with sad dismay.

This central power, this wondrous map
Of buzzing chemistry and magnetic zap
Will die and so, too, end all her confusion.
Her life gone, so then that mind’s occlusion.

DNJ

Don Williams

"Good Ole Boys Like Me"

This song pretty well "nails it" for many of us growing up in the '50s — in the South.

Korean Car Ad — Funny

A Favorite from the Eighties

I don't like many songs of the 80s. This one I like:



"The Living Years" – Mike and the Mechanics

Father: William David James
October 14, 1919 - December 12, 2006

Photos by Eudora Welty

Before she was a writer she was a photographer.
Photos are titled: "Sunday Morning", "Underwear"and "Kite".

More of her work shown here.

Eva Cassidy

September 2, 1963 — November 2, 1996

"Songbird"



More about Eva, her life, her sad death.

Despair

Aimee Mann

One of my favorite singers from her CD: "The Forgotten Arm" and the video is from some TV show called "House".

Click it to listen and watch:
That's How I Knew This Story Would Break My Heart

Another From "The Forgotten Arm"
Video

Other Venues:
Save Me _— from movie: "Magnolia"
Red Vines

Namib-Naukluft National Park — Namibia

The Deadvlei area in Namib-Naukluft National Park — the dunes of the Sossusvlei — in the oldest desert on earth.

Gary Stewart — a tribute

May 28, 1945 - December 16, 2003

In my opinion, Gary Stewart is one great "Honky Tonk" Country singer.




His Sad Life's Story

I Love This Guy!
Want some more?

Drinkin' Thing

She's Acting Single, I'm Drinking Doubles

You're Not The Woman You Used To Be

I See The "Want To" In Your Eyes

Johnny Cash — a tribute.

February 26, 1932 - September 12, 2003


I Still Miss Someone

With Kris Kristofferson

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Robert Plant and Alison Krauss

If five years ago, someone had asked me, “what about a duet fusing rock star, Robert Plant (age 63, former terrific lead singer with Led Zeppelin) with Alison Krauss (age 40, a terrific blue grass artist)?" I would have smiled and asked, “what are you smoking?” Well, well-known music producer, T- Bone Burnett put the duet together and created a CD: “Raising Sand”. I like a lot of music. A lot of different music. The best music I bought in 2008? Raising Sand.

Great blue grass! Click on:

Your Long Journey

Airlines - A Fading of Dynasties

By clicking on the below link, I promise you a treat.

The Way It Was

There are only a few of these airlines still flying. This
time next year more may fail with such fuel price volatility
and economic uncertainties. Everyone will enjoy this slide
show, whether you were an airline employee or a
passenger...we were all involved over the years
in some manner. Such great, bittersweet memories.

How sad that most have vanished, and how poignant is the
musical tribute: "Time to Say Goodbye", as sung by
Sarah Brightman and Andrea Bocelli.

Those were the days, my friend(s).

Catching Her Drift

Going to college in Nashville, I had a girlfriend, Lynne Lastname, from Evansville, Indiana. Pretty. Tall, thin, long blonde hair. A “real” blonde. It‘s easy to tell. Anyway, I met her at a SCLC meeting about a month before Kennedy was shot.

On that sad November day, I was reading to a blind student from Kentucky, Larry Lastname, when my roommate, Terry Lastname, walked in and told me the news from Dallas.

Lynne and I spent a lot of time together in late November being pissed off at the senselessness of the assassination and quite depressed along with the rest of the country. I was profoundly affected. So much so, I wrote a short, sophomoric poem:

John is dead.
The world asks,
“Why”?
And Dallas asks,
“Why here?”

In the spring, Lynne moved off campus into an apartment. In the house next door lived a transvestite. His name was Larry. Many evenings, at or near dusk, Larry would prance out on his back patio dressed for an evening out and I guess looking for love. Slinky, almost always in a dark dress, pumps, stockings, well - coifed wig and lots of make-up: red, red lipstick, heavy mascara and eye shadow, etc. We never knew her name.

We used to laugh about it. Lynne said, "There’s a man and woman living next door. We never see them together, though. Strangest thing is they have the same shoe size".

One night, I said, "Imagine what trouble he must go through. I mean shower, probably shave his legs and maybe underarms, put on make-up, shape up and hook up his padded bra, rummage through the closet to find something fetching, check his stockings for runs, pull it all together, dress and go out to find what the evening has to offer... her. Imagine all the effort"

Lynne looked at me with a wry smile and said, "Yeah, just imagine."