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Archie Bell at Ken and Mary’s Blues Project — Part III   Leave a comment

Archie Bell-1632 art II_blogArchie Bell at Ken & Mary’s Blues Project — Computer Art by kenne

Houston, Texas has a lot of legionary musicians, not the lease is Archie Bell. You all timers, like myself will remember the 50’s & 60’s group, Archie Bell & the Drells. Remember “Tighten Up?” When it comes to great R&B, Archie Bell is among the best! His appearance at Ken & Mary’s Blues Project — The Last Waltz was a real blessing for those of us who have attended the Blues Project concerts over the years.

There’s more to come.

kenne

 

Blues Project — Part II   Leave a comment

Blues Project Art blogKen & Mary’s Blues Project — The Last Waltz
Computer Art by kenne

Down the east Texas road,
there is rain in the wind
as the musicians’ setup
for an evening of the blues
with friends gathering 
the last time at 
Ken and Mary’s Blues Project,
the best house concert ever.

In recent years we’ve missed
some of the concerts in
the woods 
having moved
to the desert southwest,
then last February we received
word of the “Last Waltz”
for the Blues Project —
plans were made to immediately.

With Coleman cooler,
yard chairs 
and
cameras in tow

we walked over old
bottle caps toward the  

Blues Project stage,
to be greeted with 
hugs and kisses — Welcome!

Mary announced the food
was ready and Ken shared some
background on the beginning
of what became the Blues Project.
Not long after 
the music began,
lighting lit up the darkening clouds
with thunder adding to
the magical evening.

Other than an occasional
drop or two, the music played on
until, as if the plugged was pulled,
the dark sky began to fall.
A rain delay was called
as the tarps were brought out
to covered the equipment.

Using our smartphones
we could see radar showing
the rain would be lasting
for an hour or more.
As has happened in the past,
the musicians gathered inside
to continue an evening of music.

Most of those who remained
were inside or on outside porches,
knowing the best of the evening
was yet to come —
jamming the night away
on a hot, humid night
in the piney woods of east Texas.

It may be the last waltz
for the Blues Project
but that don’t mean
the party is over,
the music still plays on
and on, and on — may
we stay forever young.

We’ve got to go, but our friends will stick around.

— kenne

 

 

 

 

 

Moe Hansum Band @ Ken & Mary’s Blues Project — The Last Waltz, 2017 Part I   Leave a comment

The blues is life itself.

— Billy Gibbons

Images and Video by kenne

The Perfect Trilogy — Blues, Beer, And Tits   Leave a comment

Gene @ Drafter'sLady Bikers at an Ice House in East Texas in a “Show Us Your Tits” Contest — Computer Art by kenne

The Perfect Trilogy

On a hot Sunday 
we ride a twisting
two-lane highway to
a Texas Ice House
Near Cut & Shoot
where the beer
and blues music
releases bikers
inner desires
listening to 
“My Baby Don’t
Wear No Panties”
fueled by women
showing their tits —
blues, beer, and tits,
the perfect trilogy.

— kenne

Two Friends Win Awards Tonight In Memphis — Congratualtions!   Leave a comment

Diunna Greenleaf 09-14-12Jonn Del Toro Richardson and Diunna Greenleaf — Image by kenne

Tonight, two of our favorite blues musicians, Jonn Del Toro Richardson and Diunna Greenleaf, won awards at the 2017 Blues Music Awards in Memphis — Jonn for Best Emerging Artist Album and Diunna for the Koko Taylor Award (Traditional Blues Female Artist). Congratulations to Jonn and Diunna, we love you both!

— kenne

Do You Want Be To Stay — Diunna Greenleaf, Jonn DelToro Richardson and Bob Corritore Video by kenne

The Blues Is In The Air   Leave a comment

music-explosion-bluetone-blog-art“The Blues Is In the Air” — Computer Art by kenne

. . . somewhere around the bend

Do you hear it?
See it coming?
Coming,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Gently,
as on Kiko feet
coming,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Cat whispers
peacefully moving the trees
longing to be heard,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Is it real?
Or only a hypnotic beat,
of the dark rhythm,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

So soothing, so real,
let mesmerizing,
creating visions of hope,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Listen to the stories
without them
life is pointless,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

See it?
Not if you don’t feel it
linking the mind’s destination,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

So, relax,
come with me,
catch the blue train,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Time’s wasting,
Don’t hesitate!
Opportunity is on the move,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

If you feel it
you can see it
in the mind’s eye,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

So, catch the blue train,
ride the edge,
see tomorrow’s vision,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Locomotion,
a blues riff,
Coltrane changes,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Face to face with humanity,
going all the way
to the end of the track,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Forget the plans
of broken dreams,
seek the truth,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Smokes rising
signaling a change,
if you are riding
The last train to Clarksville…

Memphis,

Chicago,

somewhere,

somewhere around the bend.

kenne

 

The People Know, It’s Winter In America and I’m Looking for Some Rain   Leave a comment

ct-gil-scott-heron01-art-blogGill Scott-Heron — Grunge Art by kenne

Gil Scott-Heron was a soul and jazz poet, musician, and author known as one of the most important progenitors of rap music,  aggressive, no-nonsense street poetry that inspired a legion of intelligent rappers. He has been called ‘the black Bob Dylan.’

WINTER IN AMERICA

From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain

Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can’t stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow

And now it’s winter
Winter in America
Yes and all of the healers have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your soul, Lord knows
From Winter in America

The Constitution
A noble piece of paper
With free society
Struggled but it died in vain
And now Democracy is ragtime on the corner
Hoping for some rain
Looks like it’s hoping
Hoping for some rain

And I see the robins
Perched in barren treetops
Watching last-ditch racists marching across the floor
But just like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow

And now it’s winter
It’s winter in America
And all of the healers have been killed
Or been betrayed
Yeah, but the people know, people know
It’s winter, Lord knows
It’s winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your souls
From Winter in America

And now it’s winter
Winter in America
And all of the healers done been killed or sent away
Yeah, and the people know, people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
And ain’t nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows, nobody knows
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save

— Gill Scott-Heron

If you are interested in some great music, damn good poetry and a little history of this nation, check out the video — it’s all about holding on to your dreams.

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