Music Monday - W. C. Handy

Today in 1958 we lost William C. Handy, US conductor and composer. He was 84.

The Profile (more than you really wanted to know)is HERE.

Lost Gallery The rescue mission for battered and abused orphan photographs.

Still the most popular page on this blog. The Subway Collection

Happy BIrthday B. B. King

Today in 1925 Riley B. King was born. You know. B. B. King. We couldn't have done it without him.

The Profile (more than you really wanted to know) is here.

Music Monday - Seth Walker

Seth Walker. Friendly, personable, polite, musician, lyricist and composer. It was a privilege to attend the performance of a young man with such talent and blues heart. Another fine evening at the Simmons Center “Live and the Center” series. For something really special visit the Seth Walker Web Site and look around. It is excellent.

The Profile (more than you really wanted to know) is here. Who's taking care of the music? These are the most popular pages: Alison Young Art Pepper Barney Kessel Bettie Page Curl-up-and-dye Edgar Degas and the lost Ginger Nude Ginger Panda Gnat Trap Little Annie Fannie Marilyn Resident Alien Sunday Funnies

You shoulda been there! Janiva Magness

Things ain't what they used to be. (In fact, they never was.) The Profile (more than you really wanted to know) is here.

She wore us out. What a voice. Janiva Magness served us the blues in style Saturday night at the Center. A natural. I am sure Ma Rainey and Big Mama Thorton are grinnin' ear to ear. If you aren't moved by that performance, you'd better check your pulse. Members of the Janiva Magness Band were: Benny Yee, keyboards, used to play with Coco Montoya's blues band and Elvin Bishop Rena (Pronounced "Rene") Beavers, drums, used to play bass guitar for Little Milton Gary Davenport, bass, a Beale Street veteran, several bands in Memphis Jacob W. Petersen, guitar, since 1999 long list of folks he's sat in with includes Taj Mahal, Steve Miller, Robert Cray, Pinetop Perkins, Lee Oskar

These are the most popular pages: Alison Young Art Pepper Barney Kessel Bettie Page Curl-up-and-dye Edgar Degas and the lost Ginger Nude Ginger Panda Gnat Trap Little Annie Fannie Marilyn Resident Alien Sunday Funnies

Kay Starr

Kay Starr was born Katherine LaVerne Starks in Dougherty, Oklahoma, (pop. 400) on July 21, 1922. Her family, father Harry, a full-blooded Iroquois Indian, and mother Annie, Irish, moved to Dallas when Kay was three. Little Kay would practice singing to the chickens in the henhouse. Happy Birthday Kay. And Thanks. The Hits like "Wheel of Fortune" were wonderful but those obscure blues and jazz recordings give me goose bumps. "Good-For-Nothin' Joe" is a personal favorite. If you want to know more about Kay Starr go Here or Here.

Can anyone identify this painting? Is it Francois Schuiten? Looks like his work but can someone confirm it?? Click for larger version.

Take Me Back Baby....Try me one more time...

FRIDAY, JUNE 9, 1972 Today in 1972 we lost Jimmy Rushing. Goodbye Jimmy and thanks. Jimmy Rushing Interview TUESDAY, JUNE 13, 1972 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- RUSHING RITES DRAW 300 INCLUDING BASIE -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More than 300 mourners, among them Count Basie, Benny Goodman, Erskine Hawkins, Buck Clayton and Al Hibbler attended the funeral yesterday of Jimmy Rushing at St. Peter's Lutheran Church, Lexington Avenue and 54th Street. Mr. Rushing, one of the great blues singers and a one-time member of the Count Basie orchestra, died Thursday at the age of 68. In his tribute to Mr. Rushing, the Rev. John Garcia Gensel, the church's associate pastor and minister to the jazz community, said "Mr. Five by Five" would be remembered best for his "childlike quality of enthusiasm and simplicity," a quality quite different from childishness, he explained, and one most warmly recommended by Jesus to his followers. The musical tributes included Tony Watkins singing "Precious Lord, Take My Hand"; a trumpet solo by Joe Newman of "Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child," with Junior Mance on the piano, and a rendition of "My Buddy," with Louis Metcalf on the trumpet, Bobby Pratt on the trombone and Mr. Mance on the piano. Burial was at Maple Grove cemetery, Kew Gardens, Queens. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The above copyrighted material from the New York Times is reproduced here for educational purposes only and in accordance with the Copyright Fair Use Policy. Can anyone identify this painting? Click for larger version. A very,merry unbushday to you! Go HERE! It's a hoot! Yes, I refuse to use Kleenex until THIS stops.

Tangled up In Blue

The excercise for today is to name the obscure author of the following Bob Dylan lyrics. Bonus points for noting the year it was written. Early one mornin' the sun was shinin', I was layin' in bed Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red. Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough. And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the East Coast Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through, Tangled up in blue. She was married when we first met Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam, I guess, But I used a little too much force. We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out West Split up on a dark sad night Both agreeing it was best. She turned around to look at me As I was walkin' away I heard her say over my shoulder, "We'll meet again someday on the avenue," Tangled up in blue. tangled up in blue originally uploaded by ed ed Sundown Reflection On The Porsche originally uploaded by XOZ I had a job in the great north woods Working as a cook for a spell But I never did like it all that much And one day the ax just fell. So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I happened to be employed Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat Right outside of Delacroix. But all the while I was alone The past was close behind, I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew Tangled up in blue. She was workin' in a topless place And I stopped in for a beer, I just kept lookin' at the side of her face In the spotlight so clear. And later on as the crowd thinned out I's just about to do the same, She was standing there in back of my chair Said to me, "Don't I know your name?" I muttered somethin' underneath my breath, She studied the lines on my face. I must admit I felt a little uneasy When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe, Tangled up in blue. She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe "I thought you'd never say hello," she said "You look like the silent type." Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century. And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul from me to you, Tangled up in blue. I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs, There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air. Then he started into dealing with slaves And something inside of him died. She had to sell everything she owned And froze up inside. And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn, The only thing I knew how to do Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew, Tangled up in blue. I took a trip today (3) originally uploaded by nyctreeman Tree line originally uploaded byART NAHPRO So now I'm goin' back again, I got to get to her somehow. All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter's wives. Don't know how it all got started, I don't know what they're doin' with their lives. But me, I'm still on the road Headin' for another joint We always did feel the same, We just saw it from a different point of view, Tangled up in blue. Copyright © 1974 Ram's Horn Music