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Montgomery County Friends of the Blues, 2002   Leave a comment

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMontgomery County Friends of the Blues, 2002 Fund Raiser — Image by kenne

Fundraiser at Tut’s
Friends of the blues are partying
In downtown Conroe.

Plenty of whiskey
As a chaser for the blues
With AJ and the gang.

Looking back in time
Blues is a mighty long road
One with twists and turns.

Dylan’s Heaven’s Door
Covered by Blues and Rock bands
Now a whiskey brand.

My dream has come true
A perfect combination
Whiskey and the Blues.

Showcasing Dylan’s
Black Buffalo iron gates
Cover each bottle.

— kenne

“I Aspire to Inspire Before I Expire”   2 comments

Diunna Greenleaf 09-14-12Jonn Richardson, Diunna Greenleaf, and Bob Corritore — Image by kenne

I didn’t realize how much I needed a “Diunna Fix” till I was out doing a morning walk listening to my iTunes music. I like to shuffle through the music, when “Growing Up and Growing Old” (On the CD, Trying To Hold On) started playing, which is one of my favorite Blues/Gospel tunes. I knew then, I would be listening to more Diunna today.

“I Aspire to Inspire Before I Expire” — Diunna Greenleaf

Video by kenne

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

We are pleased to have known Diunna for about twenty years. Joy and I consider her a very close friend. And when it comes to singing the Blues, there’s none better. Here’s another video from the same show, in case you also need a “Diunna Fix.” Get a load of Jonn’s guitar playing need the end of this video, the Del Toro really comes out!

— kenne

Video by kenne

Diunna & Joy3-8-0300128 08-23-11 blogDiunna & Joy, my Zen Women — Image by kenne

 

 

 

A Song of Silence   Leave a comment

Mean Gene KeltonA Song of Silence — Mean Gene Kelton Computer Art by kenne

A Song of Silence

Music is
what enables you
in your work,
soothes you
when you rest
reminds you
of images past
of dreams yet fulfilled.
It is not the words,
nor the beat,
nor the instruments,
nor the relationships.
It is the rhythm
of the moments,
composed by
the silence between.

— kenne

The Oldest Blues Bar In Texas   Leave a comment

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERADouble Bayou Dance Hall (October 19, 2002) — Image by kenne

Down the road from Jackson’s Grocery 
the blues was hangin’ on the hot, humid breeze
at Pete’s place where Bar-B-Q was served on
white bread off the back of an old pick-up truck.

On weekends the blues would be swinging through
the tall gulf coast pines of southeast Texas
attracting outsiders from Houston to hear
Pete sing and play The Blues at the Double Bayou.

By chance the life of Pete and the dance hall ended in 2008 —
Hurricane Ike destroyed the dancehall in September,
and after years of poor health, Pete passed away
the following December. He was 70 — for Pete’s sake!

— kenne

 

 

Ken & Mary’s Blues Project: Part V — Tighten Up   Leave a comment

Archie Bell-1636 blogArchie Bell, Ken and Mary Harris (May 20, 2017) Image by kenne

Video by kenne

Hi everybody
I’m Archie Bell of the Drells, from Houston, Texas
We don’t only sing
But we dance just as good as we walk
In Houston, we just started a new dance
Called the Tighten Up
This is the music we tighten up with

First tighten up on the drums
Come on now, drummer
I want you to tighten it up for me now, oh, yeah
Tighten up on that bass now
Tighten it up, ha, ha, yeah
Now let that guitar fall in
Oh, yeah . . . (click here for all the lyrics)

Blues Project — Part II   1 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 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 plug 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 doesn’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

Seduction   1 comment

Chris@The Moon6.21.03 II_Art blogSeduction (Chris Duarte at the Cactus Moon)– Computer Art by kenne

Live music can inspire you,

it can thrill and drain you,

sometimes get inside you

and fucking seduce you.

— 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

 

Deciphering Visible and Hidden Meanings   Leave a comment

ray-bonneville-11-14-09-0440-blogRay Bonneville at Ken & Mary’s Blues Project (November 14, 2009) — Image by kenne

Deciphering Visible and Hidden Meanings

Some may call me a photographer,
having an eye for the moment
always looking for the duende.

Catching the edge of life
creating a visual narrative
of what was, what is and will be.

Every moment I capture
starts a journey from
what I found to what found me.

Many layers blending together
shaping a visual attitude
as of my mind’s eye —

Poetry without words,
an expression of existence
in life’s fleeting moments.

Looking for photos within a photo
Catching what others see
Through their camera’s eye.

Having a camera is not
a photographer to be
without being drunk with life —

A passion to do something
without knowing what or why,
making the invisible, visible.

Forming a communication circuit
laminating a soulful spirit
linking an image with viewer —

As with Klee’s quirky angels
where we try deciphering
visible and hidden meanings.

— kenne

Music Sunday   Leave a comment

This posting first appeared November 18, 2009.

Ray Bonneville at Ken and Mary’s Blues Project, November 18, 2009 — Images and video by kenne

I believe that all the little things in life add up to one’s life. So, it’s important to get them right, otherwise nothing else matters.  I’m here to tell you that Ken and Mary Harris have been getting it right for a long time.

They love people and they love the Blues, and for years now have been doing a lot of little things that have been adding up in the form of the “Blues Project.”

Several times a year, Ken and Mary open their home to friends and their guests to experience the best in blues music this side of Texas. Sadly, many have no idea what they are missing, and sometimes it can get lonely in the promise land by yourself.

One of the many musicians who have appeared at Ken and Mary’s Blues Project is Ray Bonneville. Just as Ray may write about a place he has lived, e.g., New Orleans, he is not from there. He is a traveler in other people’s reality, writing stories that serve as a portal to his existence.

“Firefly comin’ this way
a flickering light is to say
time ain’t but this long
here tonight, tomorrow gone.”

— from “Goin’ By Feel”

As a fellow traveler in the reality of others, I hope our paths will cross again soon.

kenne

Flickr Photo Set

 

A Window To The Past   Leave a comment

Sherman Robertson @ The Rythem Room_edit Hopperist blog“A Window to the Past” — Image by kenne

Looking

at the past
I can see the future

where you
least expect it —

between the dark
and the light.

— kenne

Quiet Reflection, Memorial Day, 2015   1 comment

Calvin Owens A.J. & Francine Murphy 5116 blog IICalvin Owens, known for two periods of work as bandleader for blues legend B.B. King, A.J. Murphy who played with 60’s R&B band Archie Bell and the Drells and A.J.s wife Francine. Image by kenne

On Memorial Day I can’t help but think of our dear friends A.J and Francine Murphy and the image that appeared in the Houston Chronicle “Remembering The Fallen” on Memorial Day, 2009. Francine is probably in “quiet reflection” at the US Houston National Cemetery today.

kenne

Francine Murphy Chronicle

Little Joe Washington, RIP   Leave a comment

little-joe-washington-3-8-0300108-5-blog-iiHouston Blues Legend, Little Joe Washington, — 2003 Image by kenne

From the Houston Blues Society’s Newsletter:

On Wednesday afternoon, bluesman Little Joe Washington passed on, leaving a hole in the blues community’s heart that belies his diminutive 5′ 5″ frame. One of Third Ward’s legendary blues guitarists, comprising Albert Collins, Johnny Clyde Copeland, Johnny “Guitar” Watson and Joe “Guitar” Hughes, Little Joe displayed a raw and sparkling talent that earned great respect from his peers.

It’s true to say that he knew more than a few dark days in his 75 years, but with surprising tenacity he’d always bounce back to delight audiences with his virtuoso guitar skills, often finishing his set by running around the room and using his hat for a tip jar before disappearing into the night on a rickety bicycle.

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Roger Wood wrote of the Third Ward eccentric guitarist in his 2003 book on Houston blues, Down In Houston: Bayou City Blues:

“I first picked up a guitar when I was playing drums with Albert Collins. I taught myself after that,” Washington explains. “I figure it out on my own.” Once he began to experiment with the guitar, however, the diminutive and now perpetually scruffy-looking fellow developed a unique style that is best described as raw and unpredictable — some would say wild. “I play with my teeth, my tongue, my head. I used to hang on the rafters when I was in Old Mexico,” he said.

“. . . Little Joe Washington has evolved into a Houston folk hero of sorts.”

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