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The Blues On Campus   1 comment

The Blues On Campus (Lone Star College, Montgomery – 02/19/03) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The blues are the roots and the other musics are the fruits.
It’s better keeping the roots alive,
because it means better fruits from now on.
The blues are the roots of all American music.
As long as American music survives, so will the blues.”

— Willie Dixon (1915–1992)

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!

Mr. Gino’s Lounge   Leave a comment

Mr. VDancing 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)

 

Houston Blues Legends   3 comments

Billy Blues (1 of 1)-2-72Pee 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?

Houston Blues Man   1 comment

sherman-robinson-dsc_0706-blogHouston Blues Man, Sherman Robinson — Image by kenne

The blues are the roots and the other musics are the fruits.
It’s better keeping the roots alive,
because it means better fruits from now on.
The blues are the roots of all American music.
As long as American music survives, so will the blues.

— Willie Dixon

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.

Open Up To See Your Real Colors, The Blues Inside   3 comments

SCVN Nature Walk 08-15-12, Marshall GulchEcho Azure Butteries — Image by kenne

Sometimes,
You have to open up
To see your true colors,
Then others will see
Your real beauty.
Only then will you
Know who you are.

— kenne

 

A Touch Of The Blues   Leave a comment

Spine-tipped Dancer damselfly Art-blogSpine-tipped Dancer Damselfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right.

Well there ain’t nothin’ wrong with the way she moves,
All scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there’s nothing wrong with the look that’s in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by.”

— from Scarlet Begonias by Jerry Garcia / Robert Hunter of the Grateful Dead

No Words, Just The Same Old Blues   2 comments

Guitar (1 of 1)-2 art blog-2.jpgPhoto-Artistry by kenne

 

Posted October 3, 2018 by kenneturner in Blues, Information, Photography, Photoshop

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Keep’n The Blues Alive   Leave a comment

bryan-lee2007-06-02-01keepingx blogKeep’n The Blues Alive — Images by kenne

Bryan Lee2006-06-10-22e_edit art blogNew Orleans Blues Man, Bryan Lee

A Blast From The Past   3 comments

Ken & Mary's Blues (1 of 1) art blog“A Blast From The Past” Ken & Mary’s Blues Project, December 2003 — Image by kenne

Sadly, several of those playing in this Ken & Mary’s Blues Project house concert are no longer with us — those were the days with some of the best blues ever coming out of east Texas. 

In the piney woods

Rhythm and lots of the blues

Jamming through the night.

kenne

Capturing The Moment — gone, yes, but not forgotten   1 comment

Rhythm Room (1 of 1) blog framedMean Gene Kelton at The Rhythm Room On Washington in Houston, June 14, 2003 — Image by kenne

gone

Smokin’ Joe’s Roadhouse, gone

The Rhythm Room, gone

Mean Gene Kelton, gone

gone, yes, but not forgotten —

the blues will never die.

— kenne

Swinging To The Blues   Leave a comment

DubleBayouPA197006Swinging To The Blues — Image by kenne

He shadow dances,

She is a red-hot mama,

Swinging all night long.

— kenne

We All Need The Blues   1 comment

Texas Johnny Brown_edit blogTexas Johnny Brown at Shakespeare’s Pub, Houston — Image kenne

We all need the blues

To better understand life

All its ups and downs.

— kenne

Bryan Lee2006-06-10-21_edit blog framedBryan Lee at The Corner Pub, Conroe — Image by kenne

The Weeping Of The Guitar Begins   3 comments

Sherman Robinson DSC_0706 blog“Can You Feel It?” Houston Bluesman, Sherman Robertson — Image by kenne

The Guitar

The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
Useless
to silence it.
Impossible
to silence it.
Tw weeps monotonously
as water weeps
over snowfields.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps for distant
things.
Hot southern sands
yearning for white camellias.
Weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart mortally wounded
by five swords.

— Federico Garcia Lorca

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