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Friends of The Blues (FOB) Fund Raiser (09/06/02)   Leave a comment

Friends of the Blues Fund RaisersRaising Funds For The Friends of The Blues (09/06/02) — Images by kenne

FOB Fund Raiser

 

 

“The More It Stays The Same.”   3 comments

Old Jules-artJack “Old Jules” Purcell — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In June of 2006 Old Jules wrote on his blog So Far From Heaven “The More It Stays The Same.”

I hadn’t watched Easy Rider (Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper and Jack Nicholson, circa 1968) in three decades.

When I saw it again this past weekend I appreciated it again for the first time:

Nicholson: You know, this used to be a helluva good country. I can’t understand what’s gone wrong with it.

Hopper: Huh. Man, everybody got chicken, that’s what happened, man. Hey, we can’t even get into like, uh, second-rate hotel, I mean, a second-rate motel. You dig? They think we’re gonna cut their throat or something, man. They’re scared, man.

Nicholson: Oh, they’re not scared of you. They’re scared of what you represent to ’em.

Hopper: Hey man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody needs a haircut.

Nicholson: Oh no. What you represent to them is freedom.

Hopper: What the hell’s wrong with freedom, man? That’s what it’s all about.

Nicholson: Oh yeah, that’s right, that’s what it’s all about, all right. But talkin’ about it and bein’ it – that’s two different things.

I mean, it’s real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace.

‘Course, don’t ever tell anybody that they’re not free ’cause then they’re gonna get real busy killin’ and maimin’ to prove to you that they are.

Oh yeah, they’re gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom, but they see a free individual, it’s gonna scare ’em.

Hopper: Mmmm, well, that don’t make ’em runnin’ scared.

Nicholson: No, it makes ’em dangerous.

Three young men searching for America who found it wasn’t what they bargained for.

Jack

Texas Dancehall Days   1 comment

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERADouble Bayou Dancehall (October 19, 2002) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

DOUBLE BAYOU, THAT IS

There’s a sound
coming from a place
down on the bayou,
Double Bayou, that is.

A place where
houserocking blues lovers
would swing to the blues,
Texas Blues, that is.

I miss that place,
a dance hall
down on the bayou,
Double Bayou, that is.

Sixty-seven years
alone the gulf coast,
badly damaged by Ike,
hurricane Ike, that is.

I miss Pete Mayes,
legendary blues man
who ran the dance hall,
Double Bayou, that is.

A true blues man,
everything he sang
had that blues feeling,
Texas blues, that is.

A Pete Mayes concert
at the dance hall 
was a holidays tradition,
Christmas Holidays, that is.

“Old House Recognition”
sign how marks the place
where 
the blues rang
over the bayou,

Double Bayou, that is.

— kenne

 

Note: Click on the Double Bayou Dancehall below the top image
to see a video on the history of dancehall.

4th Avenue de Jour   2 comments

dairy-queen_art-ii-blog-ii Computer Art by kenne

Years ago, my friend Lindy and I were driving in
Central Texas to conduct a teacher in-service
when we saw an “Entering Mexia” sign.
Not being from Texas, I said, “Oh! We are
entering Mex-ee-uh.”
“No, you Yankee! That’s Mu-hay-uh,” she said.
We kept arguing, and finally, we decided to
settle the argument by stopping at the first
place we came to, go inside and ask a
local citizen. We went in, and I asked the girl
behind the counter to very slowly pronounce
the name of the place. She said, 

“D-A-I-R-Y-Q-U-E-E-N.”

“The Place” Down On The Bayou   4 comments

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe Double Bayou Dance Hall, “The Place”, where you could get good smoke brisket
and local women offered homemade pecan, lemon meringue and sweet potato pies.  (October 19, 2002) — Image by kenne

Double Bayou Dance Hall (1 of 1) photo Filter blogBreak Between Sets at the Double Bayou Dance Hall, “The Place”  (May 25, 2003) — Image by kenne

But the most dangerous thing in the world  
is to run the risk of waking up one morning
and realizing suddenly that all this time
you’ve been living without really and truly living
and by then it’s too late. When you wake up
to that kind of realization,
it’s too late for wishes and regrets.
It’s even too late to dream.

— Kinky Friedman

“You Can’t See Main Street from Wall Street” — Six Years Out   1 comment

daves-crawfish-boil-6084-overlay-blogDave Pierce — Images & Video by kenne

daves-crawfish-boil-6090-blogApril 12, 2009 Dave had friends and family over for a crawfish boil, after which he played guitar and sang some of his songs.  One of the songs was the recently written, “You Can’t See Main Street from Wall Street.”

Chorus
You can’t see Main Street from Wall Street, any more.
The wolves of Manhattan keep us Standards, Poor.
A trillion more dollars, just borrowed on time.
But who signed your name, on the long dotted line ?
kenne
(Click here to see Flickr photo set)

Leaving Behind The Ice   1 comment

Icy Conditions (1 of 1)-12 blogEarly Morning in Ft. Stockton, Texas — Images by kenne

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Slideshow of images driving icy roads in west Texas, January 3, 2015.

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Photos Found, But Never Lost   3 comments

The Woodlands, Texas, October 10, 2004 — Images by kenne
(CLICK ON ANY OF THE IMAGES TO SEE A LARGER VIEW IN A SLIDESHOW FORMAT.)

After Virginia passed away this past April, I began going through photos to have in a video. I thought I had identified all family images with her, however, recently I was looking for an old document and discovered untitled images misfiled in a folder, “Master Plan ISD.”  I wonder how many others I may have misfiled. 

Lost Photos, Now Found

Not lost until they were found —

Found, but never lost.

— kenne

Somedays It’s Hard To Be An Outlaw When You An’t Wanted Any More   Leave a comment

BillyJoeShaver2006-07-03-18 8-24-10_art blogBilly Joe Shaver, Conroe, Texas (June 3, 2006) — Image by kenne

I was listening to NPR this morning and there was a segment on one of my favorite country singer/songwriters, Billy Joe Shaver. His songs are probably better known than he is — Billy Joe Shaver Writes Country Songs — And Lives Them, Too. If you didn’t hear the segment, click on the segment title — he’s real country!

If you want to get even more of a feel for who is Billy Joe Shaver, watch the following video:

 


Somedays, the hillbilly in me just comes out — like I can’t help it.

kenne

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Capturing The Moment — East Texas Blues   Leave a comment

Ken & Mary's 8-20-05 (1 of 1) blogEast Texas Blues (Ken & Mary’s Blues Project, August 20, 2005) — Image by kenne

When I got them north Texas blues

Thought I’d paid all my dues

Then them south Texas blues

Told me son you ain’t through

Had them east Texas blues

And them west Texas too

I’ve done all I know to do

Tryin’ to lose, tryin’ to lose

These lone star blues

— from “Lone Star Blues” lyrics by Delbert McClinton

Capturing The Moment — Surfing Off The Galveston Island Seawall   Leave a comment

Seawall1.22.05 blogSurfing Off The Galveston Island Seawall — Image by kenne

Alms for the Shore

If I were to find a beach

With not a soul around,

I’d see how many footprints

I could lay across the ground.

And in that sand those prints would stay

Until the tide washed them away.

Twice a day

Tide sweeps the shore,

Collecting footprints, shells and more.

— surfpoetry.com

 

Capturing The Moment — Blues Flashback   10 comments

Ruthie&Diunna at Conroe blogRuthie Foster and Diunna Greenleaf, Heritage Place, Conroe, Texas (June 2, 2005) — Image by kenne

Four Years Out   3 comments

kenne-kika-joy-on-patio-arriving_20100621_1287-blog-ii 2014 framedKenne, Kika & Joy On Empty Patio (June 21, 2010)

Looking back on our move from The Woodlands, Texas to Tucson, I’m not sure which one of us may have experienced the most anxiety. One might think it would have been the cat, Kika (who passed away this past December), but Joy would probably argue that point. In many ways we have adjusted well to our new home, town and friends. 

Now we are starting our fifth year here, longer than most friends and family would have predicted, especially since Joy has not grown to love southern Arizona as I have — we may very well be considering a different five-year plan after this year. 

The four years we have lived here have allowed us to experience most of the things we took into consideration in making the decision to make the move: a new adventure, closer to Joy’s mother and siblings.  We are now moving into our fifth year in the Catalina Foothills, not yet knowing what will be driving our next five-year plan, which is why I share again the following poem, “Birthday.” The poem could have very easily been titled, “Life.”

Turned around,
Here am I.

Knowing how,
Not the why.

Never one to be,
Part of the pack

Keep following,
Wind at my back.

Young in heart,
Old in age.

Feeling the itch,
Pacing the cage.

Inner peace,
Knowing the thou.

Learning to write,
Thesis of now.

Turned around,
Found love.

Living the moment,
Free as a dove.

Still learning,
When to talk.

Listening for,
Beat of the walk.

Reality is now,
Truth in the heart.

Singing the knowledge,
Requiem to smart.

Turned around,
Found beauty in art.

Traveling the future,
With Dylan and Descartes.

Satisfying my wonderlust,
Following only the wind.

Traveling this earth,
With little left behind.

— kenne

Capturing The Moment — Campfire Stage   Leave a comment

Campfire2003-11-28-24 blogCampfire Stage, Conroe, Texas, 2003 Image by kenne

Capturing The Moment — Christmas Eve Alone   4 comments

porterdaviscornerpubThe original photo was taken at the Corner Pub in Conroe, Texas during the Christmas season.
It was a merry time, but this image of one of the band members out of Austin, on his cell phone gave a different image.

Christmas Eve Alone

In the shadows of street lights
Outside the courthouse walls
Mused as they access the night

Leaning against the door’s edge
Not sure if I should go in
Or stay out and take the pledge

Gazing into the dark pub
Not penetrating the door
Peppered by waiting eyes 

My shadow touching each eye
Knowing only my dark image
Masked in a fear of replying

So lonely are the shadows
Confined by all nearby objects
Blurring in with all that glows

— kenne

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