Sorry if I have become a one-noter on this (See Chick Willis, Stoop Down Baby). But I have distilled the Cue riff.- Jack Vaughan
Punk to me will always be the Lucky Cue, 1965.
Of Main Street Racine.
That pin ball and pool parlor palace of our factory town home.
The Juke Box at the Lucky Cue made our shared history. Before there was Punk there was basement.
Recall The Cue:
Which we now place in offering.
You walk in there and the juke box is playing.
Two long rows of greenfelt tables,
pinball machines up front,
more tables and a mezzanine level in the back.
Drop a quarter in the juke box.
Sometimes Good Guys Dont Wear White,
You Gonna Miss Me,
Little Latin Lupe Lu
Pushing Too Hard, and,
The Shadows of Knight.
Monday, July 18, 2016
It is hard to get an ensemble together without much practice. But the blues looked at that issue and figured out a form that was transportable across place, time, persons and circumstance. It is a trick but the form is such that you can pick it up. I worked (as a gopher) a lot for Sunnyland Slim, and we always almost were about pick up. He had a way of closing out songs that used clear music signal, honed over many blues evenings with many players. Dadadadada-dat-dut-dut. If someone kept playing, and missed that cue, and this happened in Beverley, Boston and elsewhere, you knew it would be a long night. If they caught is as many of them did, you could have confidence in the evening. That is something about the blues form. Which I am thinking about. This song was done I think by both Sonnyboys. I heard first from Taj Mahal. With Ry Cooder and Jesse Ed Davis. This here is homage to version of Sir Mick Jagger, soon to be a Rolling Stone papa again. Yes, that is Cecelia at the race track.I found her! Sorry but the song ends without any related Dadadadada-dat-dut-dut - one of the software tools let me down. I fauxed up. It just ends.Thanks to Schlitz for the underwriting. - Jack Vaughan
Monday, July 04, 2016
READ THE REST FROM JUNE 2008
Bo Didley on Ed Sullivan 1955
Bo Didley 1965
Bo Didley and Chuck Berry
Bo Didley 1968
Im a RoadRunner
You Cant Judge a Book
Bo Didley 1970
Saturday, July 02, 2016
I walked into the machine of life
It was like a big fan and churned
On the edge of this existence
I got my fingers burned
Got my feathers ruffled too
Cogitating on nobody but you
Waiting for a bus
On main st where
It made its turn around
I got a job at the library
And I was soon book bound.
I read a few hundred
Then I left that town.
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