The days
I keep my gratitude
higher than my expectations,
I have really good days.
— from “Mother Blues” by Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard at the Rhythm Room, Phoenix, Arizona (October 30, 2014) — Images by kenne
I live with a women
that loves to gamble,
Me, I can take it, or leave it —
mostly leave it.
But, life is all about
give and take,
my coochy coochy, coo —
give and take.
There’s a night club in sun city
called the Rhythm Room,
home of a mean blues harp player
twenty-two years out of Chicago.
Got a Rhythm Room email —
Ray Wylie Hubbard, October 30th,
this trick and treat time
will be only a treat.
I’m gonna give my women
a deck of cards
at Wild House Pass Casino
and count my blessings.
Ordered our tickets
and off to Phoenix —
she at the helm,
I listening to iTunes radio.
She gets in gambling time
before driving down
Indian School Road —
“Look at that line at the door.”
Doors opened at seven,
house packed an hour
before D.L. Marble give us
some Sonoran Rock ‘n Roll.
Sitting behind mama Marble,
we couldn’t help but feel
kinda special on another evening
at Corritore’s Rhythm Room.
We were ready for some
down home country blues,
Lighten Hopkins style
with sprinkles of Townes and Hayes.
Here we are just north of the border,
our table just been cleaned,
must be time to order
some of that mescaline.
“I’m gonna holler and I’m gonna scream
I’m gonna get me some mescaline
She brings me roses and a place to lean
A drunken poets dream.” *
Ray walked onto the stage
to the hollering and screaming,
a love fest sing along —
loving the music, loving the story,
Loving the man —
It don’t get no better!
— kenne
Click here to watch a great full concert video done three years ago. The Rhythm Room show was pretty much the same —
“If it ain’t broke, don’t break it!”
* Hayes Carll
