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Some nights he had the stars of North Carolina shooting from his fingertips. Before him, no one had ever played the banjo like he did. After him, everyone played the banjo like he did, or at least tried. -Steve Martin, NewYorker Blogs. Around 67/68, we came out of the Rialto/Venetian - a few feet away from a Dillinger crime - with imaginary guns blazing as we left Bonnie & Clyde on the wings of Flatt and Scruggs' Foggy Mountain Breakdown - the music was like from Mars - familiar and alien! Picket Earl Scruggs - play on in the ether! Read more http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/culture/2012/01/steve-martin-earl-scruggs.html#ixzz1qi0HoYr6

The word that Buddy Guy, Mick Jaegger, BBKing, Jeff Beck, Lotta Others were doing blues in White House got me to thinking. About the White House Blues. Found this bit on White House Blues. On cowboy lyrics.com. It's known to me via Bill Monroe,but was took forward by Charlie Poole and others. Story of death of McKinley. Which led to ascendancy of Teddy Roosevelt who (scroll down) Who invited the first time a Negro to come in the front door of the White House. And who went to (scroll down) France where he delivered his famous speech about The Man In The Arena. [By the way: on the White House blues show, I appreciated especially Mick Jaegger's tributes to Hubert Sumlin and Sonny Boy Williamson and to all the blues people who were welcoming when he met them, who were generous . McKinley hollered , McKinley squalled Doc said A“McKinley I can't find the cause You're bound to die, you're bound to die Doc told the horse, he'd throw down his rein He said to the horse...

http://weeniecampbell.com/yabbse/index.php?topic=1602.msg46465#msg46465 Can You Blame The Colored Man (1927) Got to thinking. And looking for these lyrics found WeenieCampbell.com where there was a very brilliant ongoing dissection of the work of the Miss. Sheikes, Cannon's Jug Stompers and the Memphis Jug Band. Talk about the White House Blues All Stars (includin g Booker T. and the MG/s) and Sweet home Chicago? Let's hear it for the first Black to go in the front door of the White House. Immortalized in blues..the story of the original Booker T. .... Now, Booker T, he left Tuskegee, to the White House he went one day. He was goin’ to call on the President in a quiet and a sociable way He was in his car, he was feelin’ fine. Now, when Booker knocked on the President’s door, old Booker begin to grin. Now, he almost changed his color, when old Roosevelt says “A-come in, We’ll have some dinner in a little while.” Now, could you blame the colored man for makin’ them goo-goo e...

Finally...lets go to France. To the wife of the president or whatever the hell they call him over there. That's Carla Bruni. Who penned these lyrics below that to me are pretty surreal. Umm. this is a translation. so oerver! You are the tombstone and I the epitaph You are the text and I the paragraph You are the bloopers and I the blunder You are the elegance and I the grace You are the effect and I the cause You are the sofa and I the mental disorder You the thorn and I the rose You are the sadness and I the poet http://lyricstranslate.com http://lyricstranslate.com moi toi

Not long before his passing, Moog synthesizer co-inventor Robert Moog appeared in a documentary. ''Moog'' (2004) shows him as a really nice guy, sort of an old 60s guy in a way, who raises his own vegetables, lectures, and journeys the world to visit some of the illuminant exemplars ( Herb Deutsch , Rick Wakeman, Keith Emerson and others) of the original synthesizer era he forged. A native New Yorker, Moog began building and selling Theremin kits in high school - the Theremin became ''a thread'' in his life story - before heading out for a degree in electrical engineering at Columbia. In the 60s he came up with the synthesizer, in the process creating a ton of phase-lock loops, voltage controlled oscillators and other groundbreaking musical circuits. The film doesn’t dwell on these parts, but there is a lot of good, gorpy and greasy feedback sound scattered in the plot. He recalls the fear of the electronic sound that was rampant in some circles back i...