Houston Skyline at Sam Houston Park — Image by kenne
“Houston is an example of what can happen when architecture catches a venereal disease.”
— Frank Lloyd Wright
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Houston Skyline at Sam Houston Park Leave a comment
Sherman — Come Away In Leave a comment
Houston Blues Legend, Sherman Roberson — Image by kenne
Don’t tell me The Blues is not a feeling!
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Christmas Past: Holidays In New Orleans 2 comments
Royale Street in New Orleans (December 2014) — Image by kenne
For years, after celebrating Christmas with family and friends,
Joy and I would go to one of our favorite ‘getaways,’ New Orleans.
Big Easy dreaming
Strolling through the French Quarter
Existential being.
— kenne
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Houston’s Trudy Lynn Leave a comment
Houston’s Trudy Lynn (October 24, 2002) at Houston’s Photofest — Image by kenne
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Looking At Community Service Days (04-27-01) Leave a comment
Joy & Kenne at a Fund-raiser for the Harris County Sheriff (04/27/01)
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Mr. Gino’s Lounge Leave a comment
Dancing to the Blues at Houston’s, Mr. Gino’s Lounge (03/09/08) — Image by kenne
The Blues
“The fundamental form in all of American music —
that’s what the blues is. It’s in every folk song,
The sound of the banjo and the sound of the guitar.
It’s in the sound of ragtime, it’s in the sound of
John Philip Sousa’s marches. It’s hard to get the
blues out of your sound. Blues is also call and
response, which is democratic form. It generally
has lyrics that described something tragic or sad.
But many times it reverses that and gives you
something that’s hopeful.”
— Wynton Marsalis (NY Times, June 28, 2020)
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Houston Blues Legends 1 comment
Pee Wee Stephens, Pete Mayes, Grady Gaines, Calvin Owens, Joe “Guitar” Hughes,
and I don’t know the gentleman playing bass on the stage at Billy Blues (1999)
— Image by kenne
During our time living in the Houston area, Joy and I were very much into live music, especially the blues. Although there are still plenty of blues venues, many have passed with time. One such place was Billy Blues, on Richmond Avenue on Houston’s trendy westside. Regional and nationally known blues musicians played there for about seven years. Known for its 63-foot-tall saxophone made of Volkswagen Beetle parts and beer kegs, the venue never seemed to capture the same blues feeling of clubs in Houston’s working-class 3rd and 5th Ward communities. “I love the blues. It’s a feeling,” Martha Turner said to Roger Wood in his book Down In Houston: Bayou City Blues. “You got to feel a song, you know. When a person comes into a club to see you, they enjoy your expression, not so much as what you’re singing. They watch your face.”
“You watch this person sing a song,
and it’s almost like you’re doing it yourself.
Know what I’m talking about?
You enjoy that blues.
The Blues is something you can identify with.”
(Martha Turner)
During these trying times, what better way of coming together than with The Blues, and Buddy Guy reminds us,
“. . . you treat everybody just the way you want them to treat you.”
— kenne
Lyrics
I've been around a while I know wrong from right And since a long time ago Things been always black and white Just like you can't judge a book by the cover We all gotta be careful How we treat one another I say Skin deep, skin deep Underneath we all look same Skin deep, skin deep Underneath, don't we all look the same? A man in Louisiana He never called me by my name He said "boy do this and boy do that" But I never once complained I knew he had a good heart But he just didn't understand That I needed to be treated Just like any other man Skin deep, skin deep Underneath, don't we all look the same? Skin deep, skin deep Underneath we all look the same I sat my little child down When he was old enough to know I said "I fear in this big wide world You're gonna meet all kinda folks" I said "Son it all comes down to just one simple rule That you treat everybody just the way You want them to treat you" Skin deep, skin deep Underneath, don't we all look the same? Skin deep, skin deep Underneath we all look the same Skin deep, skin deep Underneath, don't we all look the same? Yeah Skin deep, skin deep Underneath we just all look the same (the same, yeah) Skin deep (treat everybody), skin deep Skin deep, skin deep All look, all look the same Skin deep, skin deep Don't we all look the same?
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Katelyn Turner (04/01/05)– Image by kenne
Every time I see this picture
I wonder what she was thinking —
I can imagine but never know.
— kenne
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Down In Houston Blues Leave a comment
Down In Houston Blues — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“For the latter half of the twentieth century, Houston has been home to what the
sociologist Robert D. Bullard has identified as perhaps, ‘the largest block community
in the South.’ More to the point, as David Nelson says in an editorial in Living Blues magazine,
the city is also the birthplace for ‘some of the most significant developments in modern blues.'”
— from Down In Houston-Bayou City Blues by Roger Woods
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Blues Legend Jimmy “T99” Nelson Leave a comment
Blues Legend 
State Of The Blues — Fotofest 2002 Revisited Leave a comment
Going through some old photos, I found some I took at a 2002 Fotofest event, State of the Blues.
Since we were recently in Houston visiting family, I thought this would be an appropriate time to revisit the State of The Blues.
— kenne
Joe “Guitar” Hughes (Fotofest 2002)
Joe “Guitar” Hughes (Fotofest 2002)
Joe Hughes and Oscar Obear (Fotofest 2002)
Joe Hughes and Trudy Lynn (Fotofest 2002)
Joe Hughes and Trudy Lynn (Fotofest 2002)
Trudy Lynn (Fotofest 2002)
Trudy Lynn and Joe Hughes with Diunna Greenleaf Looking On (Fotofest 2002)
Fotofest 2002 — Images by kenne
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Desert Rosemallow (Hibiscus coulteri) Leave a comment
Desert Rosemallow (Hibiscus coulteri) — Image by kenne
We spent the day
driving in the rain
from Houston to Ft. Stockton,
before that
five days of no sun.
This posting
is in preparation
for our return to
the Sonoran Desert
and springtime.
— kenne
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A Houston Blues Man 1 comment
Blues Musician, Sherman Robertson at the Old Rhythm Room in Houston (July 2004) — Digital Painting by kenne
Standing at stage right
Blues fans wait for the intro
One of Houston’s best.
— kenne
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Music Explosion — Diunna Greenleaf 2 comments
Music Explosion — Abstract Image of Diunna Greenleaf by kenne
Words filling the air
Expressing an enchanted
Anecdotal truth
— kenne
Diunna Greenleaf (CD Party, December 2006)
— Image by kenne
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Hotel Table Lamp (2001) Leave a comment
Hotel Table Lamp (2001) — Computer Painting by kenne
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
— from Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour by Wallace Stevens
(Shared on this day as we stay overnight in Ft. Stockton on our return trip from Houston to Tucson.)
