Film star Morgan Freeman, a Mississippian by birth, is bring his blues club to the Mississippi Gulf Coast….Biloxi to be exact…..
Oscar-winning actor Morgan Freeman is bringing the Blues to Biloxi with plans to open a second location of his popular Clarksdale juke joint in on the Mississippi Gulf Coast.
WLOX in Biloxi reports that Freeman’s second Ground Zero Blues Club will be will be located inside the old Kress Building in downtown Biloxi. The 20,000 square foot space was formerly called Kress Live, a live music and entertainment destination.
Freeman co-owns the club with former Clarksdale mayor and attorney Bill Luckett. They started the original Ground Zero in Clarksdale in May 2001 and since then, the club has become a tourist attraction in Mississippi.
The juke joint got its name due to Clarksdale being described as “Ground Zero” for blues fans from around the globe.
As a big fan of the Blues I wish them lots of luck and I will see them soon.
AS an old fart I can remember the days of great guitar players….Hendrix, Clapton, Kooper and Bloomfield…..and that is where I would like to pick up this post.
Please do not get me wrong I do not want to take anything away from the great blues musicians like King, Hooker, Waters, et al……just that it was amazing that a young white boy could feel the music in his soul……
I have always been a great fan of the blues and especially what has been called the “electric blues” like Beck, Lee, etc mostly white guys that were excellent at the guitar….and Mike Bloomfield was one of the best……at least in my opinion…..
One of my favorite albums was the one titled Super Session….with Stills, Kooper and Bloomfield…..and then the world in 1981 lost a great giant of a guitar player when Bloomfield died…..
Michael Bloomfield began playing in Chicago blues clubs while still in high school. By 1968 he was considered one of the best guitarists in the world along with Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton. By that time, Bloomfield had joined and left the Paul Butterfield Blues Band, played on Bob Dylan’s masterpiece album Highway 61 Revisited and formed the genre busting group The Electric Flag. Like so many other musicians, especially of his generation, he had also developed a taste for opiates and the relief they provide.
Michael Bloomfield died in 1981 on Valentine’s Day. Although the autopsy report was somewhat contradictory, he probably overdosed on fentanyl (sold mistakenly as China White heroin), which had recently made an appearance in the San Francisco streets. I was never a user of opiates, but friends of mine were. They talked about a new monster high that was like heroin but much more powerful. The only reason I was personally familiar with fentanyl was because a friend had almost died from it earlier in the decade after buying some in Washington, DC. Bloomfield was supposedly cleaning up his act, but like most users, he wasn’t done completely with narcotics. Unfortunately, he went back one too many times.
We all know the famous song by Woody Guthrie, “This Land Is Your Land”…..maybe some do not know who sang it but are familiar with the song….right?
There is a lawsuit trying to get the song into the region of ‘Public Domain”….
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters, “This Land is Your Land” may yet be for you and me.
A federal judge in Manhattan has refused to dismiss a lawsuit claiming that Woody Guthrie’s classic 1940 folk song “This Land is Your Land” belongs to the public.
U.S. District Judge Deborah Batts said members of Satorii, a New York band that recorded two versions of “This Land,” could pursue federal copyright claims against two publishers that control rights to the song.
Batts also dismissed several state law claims.
Paul LiCalsi, a lawyer for the defendants Ludlow Music and The Richmond Organization, declined to comment on Thursday.
The June 2016 lawsuit is among a series of cases by the lawyer Mark Rifkin and his firm, Wolf Haldenstein Adler Freeman & Herz, to move classic American songs into the public domain.
There was a time when I thought of myself as a “rock star” then in 1969 in a club called the “Oleo Strut” I got to see a musician named Jimi Hendrix and from the that day on I knew I would never be a “rock star”…..
I bring up Jimi because on this day , 18 September 1970 Jimi Hendrix passed leaving a huge hole in American music scene……
Jimi Hendrix left us on Friday, Sept. 18, 1970. He was only 27. He pretty much lived the way he wanted to. But his time to die came much too early.
Forty years later, it’s hard to express the shock and disbelief we music fans felt that morning as the word spread from London. Hendrix was a rock star, and rock stars just don’t die at 27. Sure, there had been other rock ‘n’ roll star deaths, probably the most famous involving “the day the music died,” the plane crash in Iowa that killed Buddy Holly, the Big Bopper and Ritchie Valens. But Jimi Hendrix had moved beyond being a mere rock star. He was a rock god. And gods just didn’t die, so we thought.
I like to think that I am a foodie but I do not indulge in “food porn”….in case you are not familiar with the term…..taking mouthwatering pictures of delicious foods and proliferating them throughout various social media websites as status updates, thus tempting all those not even currently hungry into getting a food hard-on and getting food-horny and blowing all of their heroic dieting efforts to hell.
One of my favorite dining experiences is in a traditional American diner and that is where we pick up this post…..there is something magical about the taste of food prepared on an old flat grill……now for a cultural look at the American diner from the Smithsonian….
On page and on screen, few settings carry the cultural weight of the humble American diner. Inviting us in with slick chrome and blinking neon, the diner is coolly seductive. It appeals to our baser impulses with outsized portions of high-cholesterol breakfast and pie, wins us over with chatty waitresses and classic jukebox jams, and reminds us, in a fundamental yet inscrutable way, that America itself isn’t always what it seems.
A diner is where Pumpkin and Honey Bunny make their move in Pulp Fiction; where Tony sits down for his final meal on The Sopranos; where the adrift young men of American Graffiti gather to discuss their futures; where Danny and Sandy’s date gets crashed in Grease. Diners suffuse the writings of hard-boiled authors like Jack Kerouac and James Ellroy. In “Twin Peaks,” the otherworldly Washington State locale dreamed up by David Lynch, the Double R is a community mainstay.
For the musical interlude try Tom Waits’ look at the American Diner……
AS long as I am doing the food thing this day….how about a farm….an underwater farm and NO it is not algae……fruit and veggies…..
Beneath the blue waters 100m off the coast of Noli in northwest Italy lies a cluster of balloon-like pods pegged to the seabed by ropes half a dozen or so metres long. Inside a range of produce is being grown, including red cabbage, lettuce, beans, basil and strawberries.
It may sound like something you’d find in a science fiction novel, but this is the work of Ocean Reef Group. With the help of agricultural experts, the Genova-based scuba diving company is applying its knowledge and technology to finding new ways to produce food.
Today is the first Monday of September and that means that it is Labor Day….most other countries celebrate it on the First of May but we here must be different.
Because it is a holiday I will be doing the usual stuff with family….grilling and a little fun…..
Since this will be my last post today and I do like some history I offer up a couple of videos on the history of the celebration of Labor Day….
A wee bit more history for you……
Many people worked hard to see that Americans could make a living wage (some say we are not there yet)…..as for my musical interlude is songs from the workers struggles of the early days of the 20th century.
I do hope that everyone has a wonderful day off and be well and be safe and please drink responsibly….
I like rock and roll…put another dime in jukebox, baby……and now I would like to drop some history on you guys…….
The Day the Music died……and I am not talking about the song from the 70’s……….
Today, more like tonight, we will celebrate the day Disco Dies…….
Thirty-eight years ago this evening, a doubleheader at Chicago’s Comiskey Park devolved into a fiery riot when crazed fans stormed the field as part of anti-disco promotional event dubbed Disco Demolition Night. The whole thing was the brainchild of disc jockey Steve Dahl, who dressed up like the general of an anti-disco army and called his followers “The Insane Coho Lips.”
“I hate the taste of pina coladas,” he told newscaster Greg Gumbel on the fateful evening shortly before smashing a disco record against his head. “I’m allergic to gold jewelry, so there’s nothing there for me. You have to spend so much time blowdrying your hair. It’s a waste of energy.”
Day two of my mental relaxation…all is well…..cool nights, warm days, birds chirping and all is idyllic…..and then some a/hole has to crank up a leaf blower…….
Does anyone remember the rock opera Tommy? Did you know there were others that were in the process but never quite made the cut?
Since Trump was elected president there has been an uptick worldwide in the popularity of the book 1984 by George Orwell…..but did you know that Bowie was working on a musical adaptation of the book? (some great tunes)
David Bowie’s 1974 album Diamond Dogs introduced a new hodgepodge of musical styles: “The music,” writes Nicholas Pegg, “was a four-way tussle between the receding sounds of glam, the rising influence of black soul, the synthesized nightmares of The Man Who Sold the World, and the ubiquitous rock’n’roll swagger of Jagger.” With its echoes of A Clockwork Orange and William S. Burroughs’ The Wild Boys, Bowie called the songs on the album part of a “glitter apocalypse” and described its conceptual scenario as “the breakdown of a city… a disaffected youth that no longer had home-unit situations, but lived as gangs on roofs and really had the city to themselves.” His “fragmented lyrics and the portrait of urban America’s sordid meltdown,” writes Pegg, “were clearly indebted to Burroughs.”
Sad night in the music world: Leonard Cohen has died at age 82, according to an announcement on his Facebook page. “We have lost one of music’s most revered and prolific visionaries,” it reads. A tribute at Rolling Stone agrees with that sentiment, saying that only Bob Dylan has had a greater influence among the classic songwriters to emerge from the 1960s and ’70s: “Cohen’s haunting bass voice, nylon-stringed guitar patterns, Greek-chorus backing vocals shaped evocative songs that dealt with love and hate, sex and spirituality, war and peace, ecstasy and depression.” One of his most covered songs is “Hallelujah.” No details about the cause of death were released.