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Friend, AJ Murphy   Leave a comment

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAFriend, AJ Murphy — Photo-Artistry by kenne

AJ Murphy past away 2003, a close friend
and the heart and soul of a young organization,
“Friends of The Blues, Montgomery County.”
In May of that year, the Friends held a celebration
at the Texas Arts Venue in downtown Conroe, Texas.
Click here for an article that appeared in the Houston Chronicle.

— kenne

A Solute To The Common Man   Leave a comment

The Common Man-Art-IMG-4747-72“The Common Man” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Poetry and Music Soluting The Common Man.
Julian Tuwim’s poem nails it.
In my younger days,
I worked with many a Harlan Clancy —
Tom Russell writes and sings
about in the album “Folk Hotel,”
referencing Aaron Copland’s anthem,
“Fanfare for the Common Man.”

In those early days,
the winters could be harsh,
and having spent many
a Christmas in the cold north,
I end this trilogy to The Common Man
with Merle Haggard,
“If We Make It Through December.”

— kenne

The Common Man

When plastered billboards scream with slogans
‘fight for your country, go to battle’
When media’s print assaults your senses,
‘Support our leaders’ shrieks and rattles…
And fools who don’t know any better
Believe the old, eternal lie
That we must march and shoot and kill
Murder, and burn, and bomb, and grill…

When press begins the battle-cry
That nation needs to unify
And for your country you must die…
Dear brainwashed friend, my neighbor dear
Brother from this, or other nation
Know that the cries of anger, fear,
Are nothing but manipulation
by fat-cats, kings who covet riches,
And feed off your sweat and blood – the leeches!
When call to arms engulfs the land
It means that somewhere oil was found,
Shooting ‘blackgold’ from underground!
It means they found a sneaky way
To make more money, grab more gold
But this is not what you are told!

Don’t spill your blood for bucks or oil
Break, burn your rifle, shout: ‘NO DEAL!’
Let the rich scoundrels, kings, and bankers
Send their own children to get killed!
May your loud voice be amplified
By roar of other common men
The battle-weary of all nations:
WE WON’T BE CONNED TO WAR AGAIN!

Julian Tuwim

 

 

 

 

Tim Russell writes, Harlan Clancy
“. . . out there in the middle of Ohio,
a place you’ll never likely go . . .
Euro tourists never make it there . . .
the America of the shit jobs, farms,
remote ranches, wrecking yards,
inner-city brothels, shooting galleries,
used car lots, and back street bars that
still have Narco corridos, or Otis Redding,
or George Jones on the jukebox.” 

Blues Legend Jimmy “T99” Nelson   Leave a comment

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERABlues Legend Jimmy “T99” Nelson (October 2001) — Image by kenne

 

Posted December 4, 2019 by kenneturner in Blues, Houston, Information, Music, Photography

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Music Explosion   Leave a comment

music-explosion-bluetone-blog art.jpgMusic Explosion — Abstract Art by kenne

Pearl Cadillac, Gary Clark Jr. on the CD “This Land”

 

Double Bayou Blues   Leave a comment

Pete&John I-Edit-3-art-72Double Bayou Blues — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Strong winds blow
through bayou country
blues plays on.

— kenne

A Touch Of The Blues   Leave a comment

Spine-tipped Dancer damselfly Art-blogSpine-tipped Dancer Damselfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right.

Well there ain’t nothin’ wrong with the way she moves,
All scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there’s nothing wrong with the look that’s in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by.”

— from Scarlet Begonias by Jerry Garcia / Robert Hunter of the Grateful Dead

Play That Downhome Music   Leave a comment

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New Orleans 12-Street Scene-Art-Old Film-blog“Play That Downhome Music” (New Orleans Street Musicians) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Chance of Rain

When it rains here, we soak
up to our ankles and down
from our hoods. You wouldn’t
believe all the water teeming
in the cracks of our streets and
sliding down the sidewalks
in thin, fleeting sheets. We
could almost be swept away.

—David K. Wheeler, from Contingency Plans

 

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