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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

“Keep’n the Blues Alive” — Ten Years Out   Leave a comment

bryan-lee2007-06-02-01keepingxMember of Bryan Lee’s Band Taking A Break Outside the Corner Pub (June 2, 2007), Conroe, Texas — Image by kenne

Bryan Lee (1 of 1)-Art blog IIComputer Art by kenne

“I always thought that one man, the lone balladeer
with a guitar, could blow a whole army off the stage,
if he knew what he was doing. I’ve seen it happen.”

— Bob Dylan

 

“A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall”   Leave a comment

Tom Russell posted the following on Facebook and I felt a need to share it — a collaborative effort of three great singer-songwriters:

“Exciting news….we were walking through the old Greenwich Village this afternoon, vastly changed, and I thought – “it would be great to do an album release show at The Bitter End.” So we walked into The Bitter End, and out walks the owner. He warms up to us and I tell him I used to work there every Sunday…so we might hook the opening gig there for the next album release tour.
Maybe a return to The Bitter End! Lets make Greenwich Village great again! This is Lucinda Williams and myself doing Bob Dylan‘s “A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall” off of the record “Mesabi.” All records and books: www.fronterarecords.com
Your reporter for Nova Beat at the corner of Bleecker and MacDougal….”

Posted December 10, 2016 by kenneturner in Information, Music

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Bumblebee on Aspen Fleabane   1 comment

Aspen fleabane (1 of 1)-2 blogBumblebee on Aspen Fleabane — Image by kenne

Before moving to Tucson,
“I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.”

— kenne

. . . because we need the eggs   1 comment

Tom Turner 2013 (1 of 1)-2 B-W framed blogThomas R. Turner, May 23, 1942 – November 13, 2014

Today we are flying to Seattle to be with my brother’s daughters, Vanessa and Lisa and their families and friends to celebrate his life in words that communicate thoughts and feelings manifested in knowledge, experience and love.

My brother often shared and laughed about the closeness to home the following Woody Allen quote was for us:

“It reminds me of that old joke – you know,
a guy walks into a psychiatrist’s office and says, 
hey doc, my brother’s crazy! 
He thinks he’s a chicken.

Then the doc says,
why don’t you turn him in?

Then the guy says,
I would but I need the eggs.

I guess that’s how I feel about relationships.
They’re totally crazy, irrational, and absurd,
but we keep going through it because we need the eggs.” 

Saturday’s celebration of Tom’s (aka, Bobby) life will include a “sharing” program, because we need the eggs!

You may call me Tommy, you may call me Jimmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me T.R, you may call me Ray
You may call me anything but no matter what you say.

You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.

— minor changes to Bob Dylan’s “Gotta Serve Somebody”

Click to see a pdf file of “In Loving Celebration of Thomas R. Turner.” Tom’s Celebration

kenne

The Writer’s In The Well   Leave a comment

!cat2aUntil my brother, Tom, stop sending emails in 2010, many of the titles would read “The ‘blank’ is in the well,” and the message would include this cat image. We never talked about the image or the use of the phase, but he used them often as a preface to the message and a reflection of his condition.

In an October 16, 2009 email titled, “Cat’s In The Well” he wrote:

Your blog was splendidly poetic….(Visually and Verbally)!!!!    Such a graceful turning inward and reflecting on two brothers and kindred spirits…..
     I love yah
     Talk to you very soon
                                                     t.

Again, I would think about the phase and the why he would use it, e.g., “Photography is in the Well with the Cat.”

One can gather all kinds of meaning from the image and the phase, but it wasn’t till one day while running and listening to Bob Dylan on my iPad and I heard, “The cat’s in the well, the wolf is looking down.” 

“That’s it!” I thought, maybe this was the connection, Dylan’s “Cat In The Well.”

The cat’s in the well, the wolf is looking down
The cat’s in the well, the wolf is looking down
He got his big bushy tail dragging all over the ground

Tom Turner_0296 blog w-catThe cat’s in the well, the gentle lady is asleep
Cat’s in the well, the gentle lady is asleep
She ain’t hearing a thing, the silence is a-stickin’ her deep

The cat’s in the well and grief is showing its face
The world’s being slaughtered and it’s such a bloody disgrace

The cat’s in the well, the horse is going bumpety bump
The cat’s in the well, and the horse is going bumpety bump
Back alley Sally is doing the American jump

The cat’s in the well, and Papa is reading the news
His hair’s falling out and all of his daughters need shoes

The cat’s in the well and the barn is full of bull
The cat’s in the well and the barn is full of bull
The night is so long and the table is oh, so full

The cat’s in the well and the servant is at the door
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war

The cat’s in the well, the leaves are starting to fall
The cat’s in the well, leaves are starting to fall
Goodnight, my love, may the Lord have mercy on us all

The theme of the song is apocalyptic — very mythological. The cat’s in the well and there’s just no escape. 

Goodnight, Tom, may the Lord have mercy on you. Although broken and mangled, you were one “cool cat.”

kenne

 

Here Comes Your Ghost Again   Leave a comment

In Memory of Brother Tom/Bob, One of His Favorite Poems.
Tom (1 of 1)-3 blogThomas Robert Turner (2000) Image by kenne

Diamonds and Rust

Well, I’ll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that’s not unusual
It’s just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I’d known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin’s eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the Midwest
Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well, you burst on the scene, already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes, the girl on the half-shell
Could keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you’re telling me you’re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
‘Cause I need some of that vagueness now
It’s all come back too clearly
Yes, I once loved you dearly
And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust
I’ve already paid

— Joan Baez

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