Somebody Help Me! The Tao According to the J. Geils Band

They tried telling me I was among the Chosen People all through Sunday school. Didn’t mean a dam* thing to me until my very first concert in 1966 -- The Beatles. That’s when I knew it, believed it and internalized it, breathing deeply that rarified air into every cell of my being. Now, some 43 years later, magnificent live music’s making me do it once more. Recharging my chakras. Revitalizing my spirit. And making me feel brand new all over again. Never thought I’d see the day, but here I am front and center for the great and powerful J. Geils Band. Ten years after they last played together, America’s finest offering of rock ‘n’ rollers shows us the way. It’s the Tao of the J. Geils Band, the Chosen People to open Boston's House of Blues. Random thoughts only… ‘Cuz the Freeze Frames are Flying Too Fast to Capture If the J. Geils Band can’t kick thebloozyblog out of its slumber, nothing in the Universe will. ………………………………………… I booked the flight before I had the hottest ticket on Earth. Even for sold-out shows, one ticket can always be had. Easy. Check out Craigslist. Carry cash. And manifest, baby. Manifest ………………………………………… My good friend Magic Dick calls in response to an “I’m coming!” email with a ticket for me. Wha??? WHA???? You mean, not only am I going to see the one band I never thought I would, but I’m a guest of one of the three founding members? Chosen indeed. ~Ooooh, just got a full body rush on that lil statement.~ ……………………………………… Evening of the show: My timing couldn’t have been better. Fenway Park to my right. Ten-minute old erratically blinking House of Blues neon and two verrrrrrrrry lonnnnnnnnnng lines on my left. Burly-looking official dudes out in front. “You got here at the right time. The guest list just showed up. Those windows.” And that’s when I spot Mrs. Dick, who puts me together with a few other MD friends. As the freezing rain pelts the others, we get our wristbands and march right in, security in numbers in the face of tight Security, I suppose. They opt for backstage and the balcony. Not I. Backstage after; I’m here for the show. My usual spot has my name on it. Stage right, right up front, a mere forearm’s distance from the rail. Magic Dick, J. Geils and Peter Wolf dead ahead. Mrs. Dick tells me after that that’s always been her spot too. Sweet. …………………………………………… I’ve been asked about my going solo to blues clubs, festivals, h*ll, shows a flippin’ continent away. Well, the flip response is this: I’m an adult. Who’s gonna tell me “No?” When me, myself & I decided that Job One is fun, the three of us committed to pulling together to reach that goal whenever possible. Who better than the JGB to help us get there. And who better than JGB lovers to yak about all the ol’ times we shared apart together. I made lots of friends that night. Good people, every one of ‘em. (Huh, small wonder…getting a little fehrklempt as I write that blurb. Connected we are.) In fact, when the nine or so around me discovered I hadn't eaten a bite since that half Egg McMuffin at the Denver airport, the nine of 'em tracked down the cocktail waitress to get me sustenance and hydration...beer, the perfect food. I like Boston. …………………………………………… When I first tasted freedom from parental oppression in my much-too-brief college years, the J. Geils Band was top on my playlist, particularly on free-for-all Friday afternoons. Yes, I suppose I could page Dr. Freud about the psychological principles of tendencies and compulsions and transference and who gives a rat's *ss, but I’m feeling pretty dam* healthy right now, thank you all the same. ………………………………………… I’ve said this about flying to DC for just one show by the Legendary Rhythm & Blues Revue, a fine, joyful band in its own right. And I’ve said it about paying big bucks to see the Stones: “It’s cheaper than a week at the spa, and a helluva lot more fun!” Now, I like the Happy Baby pose and hot-stone massages as much as the next gal. But what my soul craves apparently is the jolt, the thunderbolt, the rejuvenation, the passion of performance. Alive music live. Alive music lives. Maybe it’s my reason to live too. ………………………………………… Egads, enough self-indulgent prattle already. What about the show. What about the flippin’ show??? OK, here we go. Welllllllllllllllll…almost. Uh oh, here they come. Giggles, giggles and more giggles are taking over at the moment. Hooohaaaaa. Still going on. ~hehehe~ And they don’t seem to be stopping any time soon. I’m typing, I’m laughing, I’m typing, I’m laughing, my daughter, my sister, my daughter, my sister. Awright, a full 60 seconds have elapsed. Deep internal-organ exercising going on here. Maybe it's something to do with purging, cleansing, healing. Laughter's good for the soul too, after all. Still generating those endorphins for me, are you, J. Geils, et al? Thanks, guys. You rock. Seriously. : ) When they launched into “Serves You Right To Suffer,” I suggested to my new BFF Mike, standing right to my right, that somebody should put a stopwatch to it. “Let’s see if it outdoes Full House’s 9:57.” He promptly pulls out his cell phone and clocks it. Full House wins by a slim few seconds. Naturally, Peter Wolf is a force of nature. I’m not sure where J. Geils begins and his guitar ends. Danny Klein is always gleeful and engaging. Magic Dick, well, yes, of course he is. The riff that still rings in my head, heart and soul for this song, belongs to Seth Justman. If I were those black & whites, I’d be primordial ooze percolating and seeping deeply into the Earth’s crust only to erupt in some Hubble shot in a far distant corner of the cosmos. H*ll, who am I kidding. I’ve become a puddle-icious pile of primordial ooze just reliving it. Clearly, there’s some revolutionary evolutionary force going on here that I don’t have to understand. I just have to have it. …………………………………………… Unofficial Set List Note to self: Doofus...you coulda gotten one signed, you know. Doh! 1) First I Look at the Purse 2) Homework 3) Hard Drivin’ Man 4) Pack Fair & Square 5) Sanctuary 6) Night Time 7) Freeze Frame 8) Cruisin' For a Love 9) So Sharp 10) Detroit Breakdown 11) Serves You Right to Suffer 12) Give It To Me 13) Musta Got Lost 14) Love Stinks 15) Looking For A Love 16) Whammer Jammer 17) Ain’t Nothing but a House Party 18) Just Can't Wait (1st encore) 19) Centerfold (1st encore) 20) Start All Over (2nd encore) 21) Baby, Where Did Our Love Go (2nd encore) 22) Peachtree Street, sung by Magic Dick (3rd encore) 23) Love-Itis (3rd encore) …………………………………………… Reviews…You Tube…Have at it! http://news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/2009_02_20_Good_times_past__present_with_J__Geils_Band/ http://www.boston.com/ae/music/articles/2009/02/20/j_geils_band_rocks_the_house/?p1=Well_MostPop_Emailed7 Pre-show interview with Wolf http://www.boston.com/ae/music/articles/2009/02/15/freeze_frame/ ………………………………………… We all knew the collection of balloons on high would fall upon us at some point. But I didn’t find out until after the show that it was all a mistake. Not. About 120 seconds into Whammer Jammer…you know, that point when we’re beaten into a feather-light frothy frenzy…here they come, sprinkling their happy, buoyant, bouncy, colorful selves all over all of us happy, buoyant, bouncy, colorful selves. But, we discover backstage, Whammer Jammer was not the intended target. Nooooooooo. It was House Party, which, when you think about it, would have made perfect sense in a perfect world for the House of Blues’ housewarming. When this tidbit came to light in Peter Wolf’s dressing room (siggghhhhh, Peter Wolf’s dressing room, ayup), the universal consensus was (I’m paraphrasing here) there are no accidents. It is as it should be, as all things always are. At least, that’s what Ahmet would say, they all said, honoring Mr. Ertugun of Atlantic Records, the band’s label, and a consummate Magic Dick and Whammer Jammer fan. So, there you go, Mr. Dick, validation. Whammer Jammer – and you – to the rescue again, just as you have been for so many of us for so many times for so many years. Yesssss, indeedy, getting that buzz all over all over again. I am compelled to add with complete sincerity and gratitude, thank you, dear God, for all blessings bestowed today and every day. ………………………………………… The perfect ending to the perfect event After Magic Dick had collected his harps, mikes, cables, leather and hangers-on, we slid on icy sidewalks to the car. Urged by Magic’s longtime friend and harp-designing partner Pierre Beauregard, Dick and Mrs. Dick took me on a tour of their town – by the original homestead, the statues, the parks, the lights. And, may I have a flourish of horns here, please…by the College of Musical Knowledge, Berklee College of Music, where a young and not-yet-named Magic Dick learned how to blow. His instrument of choice in those days: the trumpet. I saw the window of the room of the school where his raw talent was cultivated, the place where his star became saturated with light. Whether I was clouded by the evening’s extraordinary experience, the two hours of sleep before that 6 a.m. flight, or, well, maybe a bit by the haze of experimental self-medication, I was in what can only be described as…what can only be described as…what can only be described as…as…as…h*ll, I have absolutely, positively no flippin’ idea how to describe it. Afterglow. That will have to do for now. Afterglow. I’m still glowing. Can you tell? No wonder Magic Dick kept his shades on. ………………………………………… Last random thoughts It’s John. Not Jerome. Magic Dick’s ’fro will always be bigger than mine. I can live with that. # # #

Chip Eagle's Bluzapalooza II Blogs

Let's hear it for everyone involved in the Bluzapalooza II tour! An artist on Bluzapalooza I told me the trip is hard and there's only one reason to go. This performer did not need to state the obvious -- to support America's troops. Chip's blogs point out time and time again why I remain ever grateful for all freedoms extended to my citizenship, not to mention creature comforts. Thank you, Bluzapalooza II. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I could not be prouder of you all. Here in one place are Chip's missives and the official Bluzapalooza news releases from Steve Simon and John Hahn. Read on. And I'll bet you get a bit teary as I did from this line about the troops from Chip: Spend a moment today being thankful for these good men and women who deserve better than this place. ........................................ News Release: Wednesday, July 16, 2008 BLUZAPALOOZA COMES HOME FROM IRAQ MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!!! BLUZAPALOOZA, the first Blues concert tour to go to a war zone, has just returned home victorious after its inaugural 9 day tour of military bases in Iraq and Kuwait. "Mission Accomplished!" stated BLUZAPALOOZA creator and producer Steve Simon. "We gave our troops a Blues experience that they will always remember and our troops gave us a life experience that we will never forget," Simon said. Created by Blues producers Steve Simon and John Hahn and presented by Armed Forces Entertainment, this inaugural BLUZAPALOOZA tour starred Blues icon and four-time Blues Music Awards (BMA) nominee Bobby Rush, two-time BMA Contemporary Blues Female Artist of the Year Janiva Magness, Beale Street Entertainer of the Year Billy Gibson, and Tony Braunagel from The Phantom Blues Band who headed up the BLUZAPALOOZA All-Stars Blues Band. "BLUZAPALOOZA was the most exciting and inspiring blues experience of my life. I was so touched by our troops. I can't wait to go back," stated John Hahn, co-producer of BLUZAPALOOZA. Plans are well under way to return to Iraq and Kuwait in October for BLUZAPALOOZA II starring Shemekia Copeland and in December for a huge BLUZAPALOOZA CHRISTMAS CONCERT. This inaugural BLUZAPALOOZA tour was made possible with the help of Armed Forces Entertainment, The Blues Foundation, Blind Raccoon, Blues Revue, Gibson Guitars, Alligator Records, NorthernBlues Music, Delta Groove Records, Blind Pig Records, Hohner Harmonicas, Telarc Records, Sony Corporation and Ruf Records. If you would like to receive the BLUZAPALOOZA news updates, please send us an email. For further information contact Steve Simon at SteveSimonLive@yahoo.com or at 340-643-6475 ........................................ [A bloozy note: Same dateline for "Welcome back from I" and "Heading out for II." Wow, Steve and John. What heroes you guys are.] "Bluzapalooza II Heading Back Out" News Release: Wednesday, July 16, 2008 BLUZAPALOOZA GOES BACK TO IRAQ For Immediate Release BLUZAPALOOZA, the star-studded celebrity Blues concert tour is heading back to Iraq and Kuwait for its second tour on October 26th. Created by Blues producers Steve Simon and John Hahn and presented by Armed Forces Entertainment, this 12 day BLUZAPALOOZA tour stars Blues icons Shemekia Copeland, Michael Burks, Deanna Bogart, Zac Harmon, Moreland & Arbuckle and Tony Braunagel and The BLUZAPALOOZA All-Star Band. "I am deeply honored to be going over there to entertain our troops, and Lord knows I love to hang out with men in uniforms", stated Shemekia Copeland. "We are thrilled to be going back to Iraq and to have so many great Blues artists volunteering to go to a war zone. This is certainly an historic event for the Blues and for our men and woman who so proudly serve our country," stated BLUZAPALOOZA founder and producer Steve Simon. "Our October tour's lineup would sell out any blues festival in the country. It's an honor to be able to bring it to our troops," stated BLUZAPALOOZA co-producer John Hahn. The BLUZAPALOOZA tour has been made possible with the help of Armed Forces Entertainment, The Blues Foundation, Blues Revue, NorthernBlues Music, Alligator Records, Blind Raccoon, Delta Groove Records, Blind Pig Records, Hohner Harmonicas, Telarc Records, Sony Corporation, Ruf Records and Entertainment Support Systems, LLC. Armed Forces Entertainment (AFE) is the lead Department of Defense agency for providing entertainment to U.S. military personnel serving overseas. Founded in 1951, AFE brings a touch of home to more than 500,000 troops each year. BLUZAPALOOZA is proud to be working with AFE. For further information contact Steve Simon at 340-643-6475 or at stevesimonlive@yahoo.com http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm15c3BhY2UuY29tL2JsdXphcGFsb296YQ== ........................................ And now...Chip's Blogs BLUZAPALOOZA II BLOGS @ BLUESWAX Tuesday, October 21, 2008 BLUZAPALOOZA II is shipping out to Kuwait and Iraq this weekend on our mission to provide the best Blues in the world to the best troops in the world, our brothers and sisters who walk the walk in one of the world's worst hotspots, no, hell holes. And bring them the Blues we gonna do! This version of BLUZAPALOOZA will feature Shemekia Copeland, Michael Burks, Moreland & Arbuckle, Deanna Bogart, Zac Harmon, Terry Wilson, The BLUZAPALOZZA All-Stars Blues Band, and, of course, our musical director Tony Braunagel. Yeah, that should do it pretty right! The shows will begin in Kuwait on October 28 and 29 and then at various bases around Iraq from October 31 through November 4. We actually can't tell you or you would have freaky dudes in shades looking in your windows. If you are stationed over there, your local MWR will have the exact schedule this week and will be promoting it (we hope; some things are universal!). We promise that you will smile, dig some great tunes, and find a cure for that hole that must be in your soul from being so far from home. We'll do our best to bring you all the deep feelings, soul, and fun that you couldn't find in the best Blues club in the world this week, because the best Blues show in the world is coming right to you! And if you think that you are not a Blues fan, come on out anyway, you will be! These are some of the best performers that the Blues World can send you; every one is truly a world-class act and has played the best clubs and festivals around the world. They gonna smoke your ass! (A technical term in the business; you'll get it!) Yeah, I don't envy BLUZAPALOOZA founder Steve Simon in setting the bill for the tour as literally hundreds of great Blues artists have volunteered to serve the troops. Thanks to every one of you who have volunteered and I hope that soon there will be no need for BLUZAPALOOZA, but until that time I know that Steve Simon is dedicated to making this crazy train roll on. And crazy it is! One soldier said in an email last week, "What with the scorpions, pit vipers, and the RPGs that come in on occasion, Blues soothes this savage beast!" Well said, brother! Please understand that the performers are indeed risking their lives to bring a couple of hours of escape to the men and women who live in harm's way for us every day, under constant threat and stress far from their loved ones. Check out my blogs from the first BLUZAPALOOZA to find that rockets were involved, and not ours! Yes, we will be provided with armor and helmets, and yes, our escorts are armed, as is the audience. I've been in some tough rooms, but jeez! We never know when someone will try to crash the party in a bad way.And also understand that you are there, too. BLUZAPALOOZA represents the entire Blues world sending their best to do the righteous and holy work of spreading the gospel of the Blues to those who need it most. I promise you that the performers will give everything they have every night for you, under conditions that tower over the usual rigors of the road. And then they will get up and do it again. And again. And they won't just be doing it for the troops, they will be doing it for you. I have talked to so many of you at festivals over the summer and know that you support what BLUZAPALOOZA in doing. Hell, many of you wanted to know how you could go! No matter your politics, not one of you has said that they didn't support giving a good ol' Blues fix to men and women desperately in need. And that's what we're going to do! I have the honor to be your eyes and ears for the tour. As the only embedded journalist on the tour it is my job, no, it is my duty, to give all I can in my own chosen field so that you understand and feel what BLUZAPALOOZA is all about, straight from the front. So many of you have said that I hit the mark on the last tour and that you found empathy and sympathy and heart in what I wrote. I will give my all to continue more of the same. And thanks for all the kind words. And this time I have a partner, the man who will be your eyes, Blues photographer Joe Rosen. Joe probably has as many Blues Revue covers as anyone and we all know that he has that special gift of "The Eye." He sees the shot and gets it. I am proud to work with Joe and together we will give you BLUZAPALOOZA. And, like many photographers, Joe says he doesn't really write. Well, damn he does and does it well, so expect to hear from Joe's perspective, too. So, release the hounds, let the games begin, strap on your armor and put on your helmets, you're gonna need them 'cause we're going in! BLUZAPALOOZA is on the road again! Yeah, sometimes keeping the Blues alive is just a job, sometimes it's righteous and holy work. As always…Good Blues To Ya! Chip (the worst Blues name in the world!) http://www.myspace.com/theblueswax ........................................ Live From Bluzapalooza II Tuesday, October 28, 2008 Live From Kuwait - Bluzapalooza II The musical extravaganza that is Bluzapalooza is on the road! The members of the troupe, plus myself and photographer Joe Rosen, all flew in from around the United States to meet up in the USO club in Dulles Airport in northern Virginia. There we were joined by excited members of the District of Columbia Blues Society. We hung out until our friends had to go and it was time for us to cart our bags to check in for the flight to Kuwait City. That is all but one of us; it seems that Michael Burks didn't make his flight to Dulles so we would have to persevere without him. Hopefully he would catch up with us further down the road. The night was long and most of us got little sleep as we were all enthusiastic to begin our adventure. When we finally land at the Kuwait airport we were mostly pretty weary. We sat around for an hour or so to get our Kuwaiti visas. Then we grabbed our bags and boarded the bus for an hour-long ride to Camp Arifjan in southern Kuwait. As we drive by the massive oil fields there was a lot of staring out the windows as we were all pretty tired from the long flight. Upon arrival at the base we checked into a hotel-like barracks. We had missed chow as the DFAC (dining facility) was already closed. We gathered in front of the Nathan's hot dog stand and ordered. We then sat down at picnic tables and talked and laughed until a little salsa party began. We all gradually headed off to our rooms, where most of us had a pretty fitful attempt at sleeping. Many of us were up much of the night as our bodies were running on North American time. On Tuesday morning we gathered at 9:30 a.m. to board the bus for a visit to the head of MWR in Kuwait, John McRae. They told us about how Camp Arifjan is a main logistical base for supplying the efforts of Operation Iraqi Freedom. Each of us were presented with a Certificate of Appreciation from Area Support Group-Kuwait. We were all quite proud and we hadn't even had a show yet. We also received a cool coin from the ASG. (More on coins later!). We then boarded the bus again to make our way through the desert to Camp Virginia, which is close to the Saudi border. Camp Virginia is much more primitive than Arifjan. We hit the DFAC for lunch and then went to set up the stage for what would be the first show of Bluzapalooza II. After awhile we boarded the bus to visit the camp commander's office. While the commander was away on business, Captain Dominic told us how the base provides temporary accommodations for troops coming in from Iraq on their way home. Lieutenant Wilson offered the group a plaque of appreciation. They are all making us feel so welcome and many seem excited about the show tonight and grateful that we have come, when it is we who should be grateful. This is pretty tough out here. As I sneak away from the sound check/rehearsal to file this report we are getting ready to launch Bluzapalooza II and we have the update that Michael Burks will be joining us for the show tomorrow. The troops are gathering around the stage and the great stars of Bluzapalooza are ready to give what they came to give. This is going to be a great show. Read about it tomorrow! Until then, this is your Blues eyes and ears on the road with Bluzapalooza. Good Blues to Ya! Chip ........................................ Wednesday, October 29, 2008 Day Three - Bluzapalooza II Continues... At my last writing it was time for me to get out of the computer center at Camp Virginia and get out to the show. Tony Braunagel and Louis the sound engineer were working to dial things in, though there were a few problems, including possible sand in the digital board. You might guess that there is a lot of sand in Kuwait! "A lot" is really just not a worthy word. Even up to the last minute the speaker cabinets were causing problems. After getting the Bluzapalooza All-Star Band tuned they quickly ran through Deanna Bogart's set and Zac Harmon's. Then it was working with Shemekia Copeland. Since the band had really not ever played together, there was a bit of adjustment and last minute arranging. Then at an hour before Bluzapalooza was about to take off, Moreland & Arbuckle finally got up to set up for their opening set while most of the rest of us took the bus to the DFAC (you know by know, that stands for Dining Facility). We snarfed down some food and filled containers for those those still at the stage. We left the DFAC at about twenty minutes before the show earning this writer a reprimand from our colonel for being slow out of the DFAC. I had to have coffee, which I promptly spilt on the Kuwaiti sound guy on the bus. Sorry, James! They began just a few minutes late with Bluzapalooza Co-Producer Steve Simon roaring a welcome to the troops and expressing all our gratitude that they are here. Then repeating "Do you want to hear the Blues"? he introduced Moreland & Arbuckle from Witchita, Kansas. This powerful electric guitar and harp duet are quickly becoming a favorite among Blues fans with a sound that sounds something like the Black Keys, but from Kansas, if that makes any sense. They roared right into "John Henry" with Arbuckle delivering powerful vocals and Moreland taking stances while ripping off big guitar licks. They took this into "The Saints Go Marching In." I've liked the fact that these boys put this traditional song into their sets and they put a unique take on it. At this point the crowd moving around the vending areas and the recreational facilities were taking notice and some began to sing along. The duo closed with a new song, "No Love Like Mine." This set was simply too short, but the ice of Bluzapalooza II had been cracked and it was time for Steve Simon to introduce the Bluzapalooza All-Star Band, Deanna Bogart, Zac Harmon, Terry Wilson, and Musical Director Tony Braunagel. Deanna Bogart let right off ..boards with "Hello." This started right into a call and response with the troops singing "hello" back to Bogart. There was a bit of a contingent from the Maryland and D.C. area so she had a little hometown support. She then played "Won't Be Long" into "Comin' Home," which led into a great sax solo with Bogart rambling across the stage for a little horn/guitar interplay with Zac Harmon and a bass solo from Terry Wilson. Next it was time for Zac Harmon to lead the way. He started off with the classic "King Bee" with his own personal styling and a fine guitar solo. It was obvious that Harmon came to play! I have written before that Harmon does one of my favorite versions of "Mannish Boy" in today's Blues World and this was his second song. There was a little lack of support from the rest of the band for the necessary call-and-response to bring the excitement to the song, though many of the crowd were obviously helping out. This caused Harmon to really pull out the stops with a huge guitar solo. Then Harmon changed up a bit and went into "No Woman No Cry." They immediately knew the song and responded, singing back to Harmon when asked. A very nice moment. And now it was time for Shemekia Copeland to take the stage and take it she did. Jumping right into "Wild Woman," she received and immediate response of hoots and howls from the troops. It was clear that there was something on the minds of these boys as they watched Copeland strut the stage in high heels that seemed a foot tall. She then did "Breakin' Out" from her Soul Truth album. She was obviously playing to the boys and there were smiles across the crowd as she began to develop relationships with individual troops in the crowd. Then turning to her Wicked album she belted out "Miss Hy Ciditty" ending up off the stage and dancing quite close to an eager soldier. Yes, Sergeant Harvey from Winchester, Virginia was having a good time! Next was her fine song "Who Stole My Radio with the whole band joining in on harmonies. But Miss Copeland was not ready to put down the mike and went into "2 A.M." with Dustin Arbuckle joining in on harp. Now it was turning into a party and Copeland began ordering soldiers up to the stage to dance with her. It wasn't hard to find volunteers and soon Copeland was working the mike while standing in a "Soldier Sandwich." The crowd was roaring out approval and it was so fun to watch. As Copeland led her new friends off stage, Simon came back to invite everyone back to the stage where they played "Let The Good Times Roll." While Simon, John Hahn and I threw out T-shirts and CDs to the crowd. They loved it and were soon on the stage to say hello to their new favorite stars, to get some photos, and to just talk the Blues. A true success. As the tired crew loaded into the bus for a two-hour drive... bad jokes came out and while some slept, some laughed. And that was Day Three of Bluzapalooza. Tomorrow we will have much more excitement and another show in Kuwait before heading into Iraq. Stay tuned, Bluzapalooza is only getting started! Good Blues To Ya! Chip ........................................ Sunday, November 02, 2008 Day Four - Bluzapalooza II Saturday, November 01, 2008 After the debut show of the tour last night at Camp Virginia, everybody on the Bluzapalooza tour was pretty beat, but the two-hour bus ride was filled with the endless jokes and stories and camaraderie that is Bluzapalooza. When the traveling is hard, the hour is late, the bus is coming too early in the morning it quickly becomes laughter, love, and the mutual feeling of having given something to people in need that keeps us moving forward. We pulled back into Camp Arifjan around midnight to find all the facilities closed, so some went to crash while others sat around for a few minutes or called loved ones back in the states who were headed to dinner. Lobby call was early allowing only a quick few hours of sleep and those in the troupe who hadn't slept much gathered for breakfast. We all boarded the bus for Camp Buehring on the Iraqi border. Camp Beuhring and the Udairi Airfield is is the most desolate place Bluzapalooza has ever visited. The bus ride took us through mile after mile of...well, sand, followed by more miles of sand, with only the promise of more...You, guessed it! Sand. There was the occasional herd of camels and we all laughed when a tiny pickup truck passed us with a large dromedary sitting in the back. Hey, when you're in the middle of the desert without much sleep it doesn't take much to be a cure! When we finally made it to civilization we were greeted by Staff Sargent Tom Ramos, our escort for the show. After filling our bellies (As an unnamed member of our troop said, "Hey, you have to eat, sleep and dump whenever you can on this thing!", Staff Sargent Ramos took us to the conference room of the camp headquarters where we met Colonel Ruehle from Ohio, who is a huge Blues fan with Koko Taylor and Dr. John as favorites. We knew we were in the right hands! Colonel Ruehle and Welfare, Morale, and Recreation (WMR) officer Lawrence Ingerman explained to us the Camp Beuhring was renamed from Camp Udair after a sergeant who was killed during in assassination attempt in Baghdad. The camp is the last stop before troops cross the nearby Iraqi border. They get about ten days of training before heading in. The camp's mission also includes defending Kuwait so this is a permanent base no matter what happens in Iraq. The camp has a capacity of 30,000 with over 10,000 on post at any given time. They also house the Udairi Range for sophisticated arms training. The colonel then presented each of us with certificates of appreciation, as well as some specially imported cigars.We then boarded the bus and headed over to the K-9 training facility where John Bowen and Shiela Howard explained the training process for these special animals. The training is very intense and literally one-on-one. The dogs are trained to recognize twenty different scents and are used to search out things from explosives to missing personnel. They are not patrol dogs.The handlers' passion and love for their partners was obvious, especially when they showed us a plaque memorializing some of the four-legged partners. We then met Uma, a beautiful, young black English lab and then took a tour through the kennels where we were greeted by barking and leaping canines. We saw the training and exercise facility. These dogs never spend time together as they are all alpha dogs and their relationship is with their human. Mr. Bowen then took Brenda, a Belgian malinois who was taken outside to find explosive chemicals that were hidden in our van. After a few seconds Brenda found the bait and was rewarded with a ball. While we had been warned not to get closer than twelve feet from the animals, Mr. Bowen invited us to place a hand forward to Brenda. I knelt down and put my hand forward. Brenda sniffed it and then jumped up, playfully taking a hair's breadth snap at my cheek. After the initial shock the jokes came, but no one else came close to the dog. After a quick demonstration by Uma and Sheila, we said goodbye to our new two- and four-legged friends.The next stop was the Udairi Range. After a photo op with a loaded-down Humvee headed out, we made our way into the arms training facility. This place was really cool! It wasn't the traditional shooting range we had expected. We walked into a dark room with eight soldiers laying prone in biological defense masks with M-16s pointed at two huge video screens of combat scenarios. By way of their laser sites, the are scored for competency in different ways. When they finished we were given the opportunity to handle the air-powered weapons. It was a cool photo op. Then we were invited to take a try on the range. None of us will forget the experience of waiting for targets to pop up, aiming the laser sight, and squeezing the trigger. Shemekia Copeland was the first up and loved it! She ended up getting 11 out 19! A wild, wild woman indeed! For the record I got 8 out of 8. Then while the others checked out some Japanese troops doing a pistol simulation in another room. I was invited to have a go on the massive 50-caliber machine gun. This bad boy shoots six-inch bullets and has a crew of three. The trainer put on a video of people harassing a group of guards at a checkpoint. There were many people mulling about screaming, but I saw the gun when it appeared and downed the terrorist with one four-shot burst. What an experience! As we piled into the van to head to sound check, we all agreed that today's tour had been an enlightening experience and that we had learned a lot more about what happens in training and in combat. That is an important part of Bluzapalooza, not just giving to the troops, but better understanding what is happening here and telling the folks back home and in the Blues World. I hope that I have done that today. Next up: The show at Camp Buehring and the hardest traveling yet, off to Iraq. Good Blues To Ya From Bluzapalooza! chip ........................................ Monday, November 03, 2008 Camp Buehring - North Kuwait near the Iraqi border First of all I forgot to mention in the previous episode that Michael Burks finally caught up with us and joined us this morning for our adventure of heading across the desert to Camp Buehring near the Iraqi border and the K-9 training center and the arms training facility. It is nice to have Michael here and he will greatly change the already powerful dynamic of the Bluzapalooza show. Tonight's show was special because it showed that the Bluzapalooza artists are here to give their all to the troops. With little or no sleep for nearly two whole days and after hours of as hard of traveling as a band can get, these great artists took the stage and smoked the audience with huge, powerful Blues. The crowd slowly gathered, including a bunch of boys at the center picnic table in front of the stage with two gigantic hookahs. They carefully prepared coals to burn the tobacco and sat sucking on the hoses. When asked about it they said, "It's a Blues show, you gotta smoke something!" Moreland & Arbuckle came out of the box with their dynamic interpretation of the classic "Rolllin' and Tumblin'" with their energetic stage style and heartfelt performance. As a duo and as individuals they delivered their best performance on the tour yet (and that is saying a lot!). Dustin Arbuckle is clearly going to begin seeing his name on peoples' lists of favorite harp players, not so much in a technical way, but in an soulful, energetic way. He makes you feel what he is trying to say. Aaron Moreland is one of the better cigar box guitar players around and keeps you watching as he constantly moves around the stage. Then the Bluzapalooza All-Stars took the stage. Deanna Bogart got things started. She is really a key element of the ensemble; her tasty Blues-meets-Jazz keyboard playing consistently wows the audience and beautifully augments everyone's performance. Her portion features a great sax solo that got the troops sitting at picnic tables in front of the open-air stage shouting encouragement. Not only was the solo interesting and on point, Bogart is a great showman and worked her way across the stage to vamp with bassman Terry Wilson and guitarist Zac Harmon. I could see a big grin on drummer Tony Braunagel's face as he kept the engine room humming. Next Harmon started a solo guitar intro with Dustin Arbuckle coming to the stage to add harp. With a yell to Braunagel, Harmon turned it into a shouting and kicking "Mannish Boy," which got the crowd yelling. After a rousing final verse Harmon took everything down low and sang some lines while Arbuckle laid some mellow, slow harp. The whole thing finally closed down. Nice! Next up was Michael Burks. This was Burks' first time on the Bluzapalooza stage and he wasn't going to hold back. Starting with a fiery "Driving Wheel," Burks and the band roared through six songs including a big version of "Born Under a Bad Sign." He does King as well as anybody, maybe better. Shemekia Copeland came to the stage with a big smile and a great version of "Wild, Wild Woman." At the end of the first chorus you could tell from the grins and hoots of the troops that they were here to party. Copeland introduced a new song written by John Hahn specifically for this tour, "Baghdad Daddy." This song about finding a military man in Iraq was immediately a success with the troops. This rockin' little number featured Bogart singing the second verse. The troops were howling in appreciation! "I want a Baghdad Daddy with a rocket for me." The world premiere of this fun song was quite a success with the people it was meant to please. As Copeland began "Two A.M." the rain became to come down. But few were going anywhere. Shemekia bravely walked down the steps in her high, high heels to call for a few troops to join her. She found three candidates and got everyone in front dancing and laughing with her perfect patter and laugh. At 25 years old, this girl has the soul of a master entertainer and she wowed the crowd that didn't want her to stop, despite the rain. The rest of the band came out to do "Let The Good Times Roll." As they played, Steve Simon, John Hahn, and I took the front of the stage throwing out T-shirts and CDs to the troops who fell over each other to get them, even though there were plenty for everyone. We then each took a coin in our hand and shook the hands of solders while passing the coin to them and saying, "Thank you!" After the set, the Rec Hall was packed with wet soldiers eagerly waiting to meet the Bluzapalooza troupe. It was really fun and the rain stopped. As we all tiredly moved to the bus and said good night to Camp Buehring, we all knew that it had been a job well done and that many of the troops would be going to bed with a little ringing in their ears and the Blues in their hearts. And, after all, that is why we came. Next up: the toughest traveling yet and stress gets to the Bluzapalooza crew. Gotta catch a plane to the next base, more soon. Spend a moment today being thankful for these good men and women who deserve better than this place. Good Blues To Ya! chip ........................................ Day Five Bluzapalooza II Monday, November 03, 2008 After the show at the Camp Buehring we piled into the van with the leftover food from the green room. Everyone was tired and the constant blowing dust left us all a little gritty. The fact that we had a 3 a.m. lobby call didn't help anyone's spirit. While a few balled up their tour jackets as pillows and slept, in the back of the bus the jokes were rolling. They seemed endless, from Zac Harman's long stories with killer punch lines to John Hahn's one-liners, everyone was laughing. As things quieted down, Deanna Bogart began a word game from the backseat, name a band or musician and the next person has must name one beginning with the last letter. This was really fun and it was amazing how many artists' names came up. It was fun when someone got stumped or when there had to be a court of inquiry over a rules violation. By that time we were all getting a little punchy as many of us had not slept in well over 24 hours and none had had much. We made a stop for gas at an Iraqi gas station. The facilities were luxurious if you consider a nasty porcelain hole with another hole in the floor next to it filled with raw sewage in a room that looked like an ancient goat slaughtering room that had never been cleaned. Other than that is was rather nice. Meanwhile our plain-clothes escort kept a wary eye on us and the locals. Then it was back in the bus for more word games. By this time the rules had lapsed and we were all acting like we were drunk, which of course we weren't as this is a dry country. Something we are reminded of often. About ninety minutes into the trip one of us suddenly had to go. Like, had to Go! Well, really, a bunch of us had to go. Since we were on a tight schedule our keepers weren't really up for this. After about twenty minutes on the radio with our escort vehicle (more on that later) and all of us complaining, it was determined that we could pee. The bus pulled to the side of the road and the men scrambled out to line up along a barbed wire fence in the desert. Of course someone took a picture and, of course, there were numerous sophomoric remarks as we piled back in. This was only one of the times on the tour that I would feel sorry for Shemekia and Deanna. When we finally made it to our quarters at Camp Arifjan after midnight, it was a pretty tough decision of whether to sleep or not as we had to pack and shower two and be on the bus in three hours. Some of us stayed up, now working on our second full day awake with very little sleep the day before, some laid their heads done for a few minutes. I went back to my room which here was like a dormitory. A very small dormitory with a bed, a desk and a refrigerator. The latrines and showers were down the hall and, of course, men and women were separated. I opted to stay up to pack, shower and maybe write. There had been major rains down here tonight causing the phones to be out so there was no calling home during the time slot that would be available to us (for me it was eight hours earlier to my home in Iowa). We finally all dragged ourselves down to the lobby and loaded on the bus. There was a little sleeping and Deanna started the word game again, this time with geographic places. This was fun and passed the time and we were all kind of dozing as it went on. A couple of hours later we arrived at the airbase where we would catch our C-130 into Iraq and continue the toughest travel day yet for the Bluzapalooza crew. Next: Hard travels continue, the flight into Iraq, things start to crack a bit around the edges, but we all pull it out. Peace, love and Bluzapalooza to ya! chip ........................................ Tuesday, November 04, 2008 Off To Iraq - Bluzapalooza II After a great show last night at Camp Buehring in northern Kuwait, the weary troops of Bluzapalooza took a long bus ride back to Camp Tarifjan only to have a couple of hours to pack and clean up for a 3 a.m. lobby call for the ride to the airbase where we would catch our flight to Iraq. We were all weary and some slept, some chilled and those in the back of the bus played a geography word game. This was to be a long day. After nearly two hour we arrived at the air base at around 5 a.m. We were shuttled into the PAX, or passenger terminal, where we chilled for a few minutes. Some hit the latrines while others just collapsed into the chairs. The passenger terminal was a large two-room tent of circus proportions. The front room was filled with troops waiting for their flights, many asleep. The second room had some snacks and drinks, more seats, and a television playing a basketball game that was live in the States at that time. The snacks were potato chips, gum, and a weird sealed tray of assorted things, including a small can of funky ravioli, a muffin of indeterminable origin, a small can of fruit, and other equally tempting things. No coffee to be seen. Jeez, how primitive! We had our first briefing on the flight and were sent out back to "palettize" our gear, that is, to pile it up on palettes so they could be sealed and slid into the giant C-130 that would take us to Iraq. Out back, with many other troops doing the same thing in other bays, we watched the boys from Coaxial Sound, our tireless road crew out of Kuwait City, unload a large truck full of road cases. These were moved next to the giant metal palettes for loading, along with our personal baggage, which we wouldn't see until Iraq. In the meantime we were each issued our Individual Body Armor (IBA) and Kevlar helmets. There was a fun moment as each of us strapped on the vest filled with steel plates. And, yes, they were heavy as hell! After this we picked up our armor and carry-ons and headed back into the PAX terminal. We were not allowed to go very far and our whole itinerary seemed to be still a bit up in the air, but it looked like we would be "wheels up" in a couple of hours and would be making at least one stop along the way to Camp Sykes in Talifar, far in the north of Iraq. We were all getting really tired, though it was hard to sleep on the chairs with the anticipation of being called for our flight at any minute. We talked with the troops and ate snacks, though we were kind of careful about drinking anything as the urination process for men on the C-130 is rather odd and for women downright embarrassing. When we were finally called we strapped on our armor, donned our helmets, and picked up our bags, along with the soldiers who would be joining us on our flight. We also met Bob Emanuel, our Department of Defense civilian liaison, who would be joining us for the trip. We loaded our carry-ons onto large coach buses and climbed in. Colonel Shock, the head of Armed Forces Entertainment, and Joe Vitale, Deputy Chief of Programs, were still with us and would be for the whole trip. Shock and Vitale turned out to be great leaders and coordinators for the trip. As tough as our schedules were, they were the ones who were up before us each day and put us to bed each night while dealing with endless situations and people along the way. They took great care of us on the trip and became friends. They also became fans of the music we love so much. It is pretty clear that neither really had much of an idea of what the Blues was before we hooked up with them in Kuwait, but by the time we were heading to Iraq today they both had begun to understand, and even to "get it." Both made our trips better, though I am sure they were frustrated at times with our rather un-military demeanor. Both adapted to us, while we adapted to them. A beautiful friendship! The buses took us around the airfield to our waiting C-130. As we drove through the base, the driver turned on the radio just as "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival came on. A soldier in armor sitting next to Aaron Moreland said aloud, "It's like we're in Nam." Kinda surreal. While we were all standing in line at the two porta-potties (the true heart of the entire theater), a flight crew member came over and pointed to the barbed-wire fence that surrounded airfield and said that it had been peed ... Not slow to take a hint, we immediately lined up on the fence (as we had last night, which at this time seemed days ago) leaving the porta-potties to the ladies. The Lockheed C-130 Hercules is an American four-engine turboprop military transport aircraft. It is the main tactical airlifter for many military forces worldwide as it is in the Iraq theater; it is the workhorse of military flight. The C-130 has more than fifty years of continuous use and remains in production, though the planes Bluzapalooza has flown have been well over twenty or thirty years old. This behemoth is nearly 100 feet long and nearly forty feet high with a wingspan of 132 feet. Empty it weighs around 40 tons and can carry a payload of more than thirty tons. Its four massive Allison turboprops allows it to travel at well over 300 miles an hour. That said, the C-130 is also a pretty uncomfortable way to travel. We picked up our gear and climbed up through the cargo bay door that was lowered at the back of the plane. Standing in line to enter, the massive engines blow back a strong gale of fuel exhaust that is really overpowering. As we enter the back of the plane there are seats set up towards the front in four rows with two along the sides of the plane and two back to back in the center. These are not so much seats as nylon straps loosely woven with three-inch openings. Seating is very tight, with each passenger squeezed in next to the other and another slid in upon them. There is very little room between the knees of the passengers and a tall person like Zac Harmon has a pretty tough time even moving. Add to that the fact that we were wearing body armor and helmets and the whole thing is just pretty damn restricting and uncomfortable; the classic sardine analogy couldn't be more apt. I will never complain about coach on a commercial flight again! So we are packed in there. Now the whole plane is lined with two roller rails the length of the cargo bay. This is how the seats are attached, to these rails. That way they can be completely removed. Of course more seats could be added also as might be done for a parachute jump where they hook to the static line cable running above our heads from front to back and jump out the lowered cargo bay door. All of our equipment and luggage has by now been palletized, that is put on two large metal palettes that happen to have rollers that match the roller rails in the cargo bay. A large forklift lifts the palettes up to the level of the cargo bay door and then the crew pushes that onto the rails and into the plane's cargo bay where they are strapped down. It is all pretty efficient, though there is little space to move in the plane. The cargo door is then raised and the crew takes their place for takeoff. And take off we did, off to Camp Sykes in Talifar, about 100 miles from the Turkish border and Syria in the Kurdish section of Iraq. The flight stopped in Mosul to let some troops off. The whole trip was long and hard and hot. Since those of the crew who had been here in April had warned everybody that the flight could be kind of cold as it had been then, everyone was wearing the flight jackets and even long sleeves. Of course it turned out to be hot and every one was roasting. When we dropped off the other troops we were able to spread out a little bit for the short flight to Talifar. Up next: Camp Sykes in Talifar. We blow some things up and some things blow up. Straight, no chaser, from Iraq. Good Blues to Ya! chip ........................................ A bloozy note: Sad to say, I've been unsuccessful in locating Joe Rosen's Bluzapalooza II pix online. Looking forward to seeing his unique and glorious perspective soon enough.

The Great NW LRBR Tour

Here we go again…I’m packing up to enjoy four more Legendary Rhythm & Blues Revue shows in Seattle, Tacoma, Portland and Albany. This incarnation is the ever-present Tommy Castro Band and Magic Dick with Deanna Bogart and Kenny Neal. Hoping to see the croozer faithful out in full force. Because, I mean…come on, guys…we know how to participate. In the San Francisco Bay Area this past weekend, the Revue was comprised of the TCB, MD and Kenny Neal with Janiva Magness. My, oh my. These two NorCal shows were blow-outs, although the energy generated by the crowd was palpably different. The Redwood City show was at The Fox Theatre, its classic décor an ideal blend with Magic Dick’s set. To say they were smoking could not be more true. I was in my usual up-front rocking-out spot, when in the middle of the show Scot Sutherland’s monitor started to emit wisps of smoke. He was hitting his mark toward the back of the stage, grooving on the vibe. I caught his eye, drew his eye to the monitor and mouthed, “Should I get Steve?” Crisis averted without skipping a beat. Further owing to the intensity of this show, and, yep, to the hotness of these guys, I witnessed something I’ve never seen at a blues show, a near catfight. OMG. Again, crisis averted, but what’s with that. Saw maybe ten or so croozers and expect that Tommy recruited more virgins to our ever-growing clan. Next night, the Last Day Saloon in Santa Rosa. Maybe it’s like cooking or sex in that you never really know what variables create an eternal memory. First, it’s a club, so it’s more intimate than a theater. Second, it was a Saturday night. Whatever it was, that recipe was mmm-mmm good. Each set was fun and heartfelt, blessed even. Janiva demonstrated why she’s the Best Contemporary Blues Artist two years running. She is a powerhouse performer and a gorgeous grandmother, to boot. Speaking of which, you gotta see her prancing among the cords and amps in those thigh-high stilettos. Egads, woman. I am impressed by that alone. She’s also a Bluzapalooza veteran, the tour that entertains our troops in Kuwait and Iraq–and the very same tour our own Deanna Bogart is heading on in a few short weeks. Kenny Neal opened the jam and I may never be the same. I told Tommy after the show, “I believe you know that I do not say this lightly. That jam was of legendary proportions. And you, Tommy Castro, are an impressive impresario.” He seemed pleased. Just look at what he’s crafted: A changing tableau of talented artists who deliver a spontaneous blend of heart, soul, high-powered tunes about the human condition, and kick-a** great times, time and time and time again. A cadre of croozers gathered on the dance floor and, this time, we weren’t the only ones who knew how to rock out. A couple of guys used it as their So You Think You Can Dance try-out. The rest of us grooved as we normally do, stopping occasionally to hug and scream about Pool Deck moments and countdowns and “Aren’t we luckiest people in the world” kinda stuff. At one point, keyboardist Mike Emerson and I had a “Me too!” celebration of the vibe, fluttering our hands from our hearts to the Universe on high, mouths hanging open in awe of this thing we had all created together. I suppose all of this helps explain my attraction to the Revue. It’s always the same quality entertainment no matter who the players are. Yet it’s always different in character because of who the players are. I’ve said it before and I know I’ll say it again, “Whatever snake oil these guys are selling, I’m buying. I figure it’s cheaper than a visit to the spa and a helluva lot more fun!” Some folks go to the ashram to charge up their chakras. For me, I’ll take the Revue. It’s the best way I know to stay in training for the next Blues Cruise. And that's a job I take seriously. Charge!

War’s up for the R & R Hall of Fame!

War – the artists we croozers know and love as The Lowriders – is among the 2009 nominees for induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. What an honor, so very well deserved and a long time coming. I saw War in 1975 in St. Louis at Kiel Auditorium. It was a pivotal night for me, because it was the last rock concert I ever saw from the outside looking in. The next day, I went to work for the promoter and experienced firsthand how the sausage is made. The following morning I arrived at the office in full afterglow, gushing and thanking my new bosses for such a phenomenal show. Then I promptly got called on the carpet for not coming backstage to say hello and meet the artists. Argh. The Average White Band opened. Color aside, they were anything but. I loved ‘em then, love ‘em now and am grabbing myself a Post-it so I can remember to write ‘em in on Roger’s surveys. I digress, but I always do. OK, so…then it was time for War. The crowd calmed down, the lights dimmed to pitch black and there before us, looming large on the stage, was a crackly ol’ black & white flick of Cisco Kid. Suddenly, the silhouettes of the musicians claimed the stage. The familiar strains kicked in and that was that. We were theirs for the night – and far, far beyond. Much has been written about this unique and diverse group, musically and ethnically, far more eloquently than I could attempt. But suffice it to say, that show remains locked in whatever brain cells of mine are still functioning. Could have been at a blues club in Sacramento, then again could have been in the Lido line, where I told Howard Scott I was at that show. “St. Louis. That would have been Kiel Auditorium. Yes, I remember. We opened with Cisco Kid,” he said, filling in the details before I could. Now, I’ve seen many a memorable show – many with you guys. First concert ever, The Beatles. A string of Springsteen’s legendary sound checks and the shows that went with them. And this one. Don’t ask me for a Top Ten list. But Top 25? They’re there. So, congratulations again and again to the Lowriders, the artists formerly known as War. Vote early. Vote often. Let’s get these guys in the Hall of Fame! Peace out.

A Lil Birthday Story for Deanna Bogart

Happy birthday, Miss Ellaneous B! It’s a silly private joke, that Miss Ellaneous B name. When Tower Records was forced to close its doors in 2006, owing largely to the Internet and big-box stores, I made a few pilgrimages to the original location in Sacramento before its sad and final day. There in the Blues bin were a lot more artist divider cards than CDs. One of them: Deanna Bogart’s. So I took it up to the register along with a stack of music and asked the tatted, spiked and Gothy clerk if I could have it. She looked at me as though I were an oddity. I felt it necessary to explain. “She’s a friend of mine. And I know she’d appreciate this being from Tower and all.” “WHAT? She is a friend of yours? You mean…you know her? You know her? Really?” “Uhhh, yes. We met in a mudslide a few years back in Montego Bay. And we’ve been friends ever since.” The next time I saw Deanna, I gave her the divider card and told her the story and we had a good laugh. The greatest part of all this is the fact that Deanna had her own Tower divider card. “You know,” she said, “they usually put me in Miscellaneous B. My own card with my name on it. Wow!” Humble and grateful. Warm and genuine. Exceedingly talented. That’s our Deanna! HAPPY BIRTHDAY from us all, Miss B! And many happy returns!

From the Southside of Chicago

In a few weeks I'll be sailing the Pacific with some of the Blues' finest. I can only imagine how proud artists Koko Taylor & the Blues Machine, Elvin Bishop, Magic Slim and Ronnie Baker Brooks must be of Chicago’s own. Congratulations, Barack Obama, on accepting your presidential nomination on the 45th anniversary of Dr. King’s “Dream” speech. Politics aside, every American can honor and admire this historic event. ..................................................................... For a further look, visit our sister blog, 60 Quick Seconds. Link's on the right. Thanks.

Wishing Koko Taylor’s Blues Machine Speedy Recoveries

Here again is an all-too-real reminder that life on the road for our beloved artists is often fraught with danger. The good...no, great...news is that all are expected to not only recover, but to be on board when we set sail in October. In my initial posting about the news of the accident, I ranted a bit about, well, my favorite rant: the evils of file sharing. "...Charlie Musselwhite told us stories about being rolled into the ER after the van rolled off the road, saying, 'Just patch me up, Doc. I gotta get to my next gig.' And don’t get me started on P2P. When we burn Deanna Bogart, we burn Deanna Bogart. When we rip Ruthie Foster, we rip off Ruthie Foster. For every hour they’re on stage, it’s probably a factor of four to get ‘em there..." Turning your friends on to the music that turns you on is a joyful thing. In the right doses. Give 'em a taste -- and let them buy the CD so our artists can keep food on their proverbial tables. In other words, sampling music is good; stealing it, not so much. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE – August 26, 2008 CONTACT: MARC LIPKIN / ALLIGATOR RECORDS / 773-973-7736 x235 EMAIL: publicity@allig.com THE BLUES MACHINE, KOKO TAYLOR’S BAND, INVOLVED IN VAN ACCIDENT The Blues Machine, Koko Taylor’s band, was involved in a serious van accident near Black River Falls, Wisconsin early morning on Saturday, August 23. Koko was not in the van at the time. The van was the only vehicle involved in the accident. They were on their way to Thief River Falls, Minnesota for a concert and planned to meet Koko there. Traveling were guitarist Calvin Louden, guitarist Shunsuke Kikuta, bassist Ricky Nelson, drummer Brian Parker, keyboardist Stanley Banks, driver Jesse Hutson and road manager Lee Threatt (husband to Joyce “Cookie” Threatt, Koko’s daughter). Louden, Kikuta, Nelson, Parker, and Banks all suffered broken bones and required surgery. Hutson and Threatt were treated and released from the hospital There were no life-threatening injuries and all are expected to make full recoveries. Cards can be sent to individual band members care of Alligator Records,P.O. Box 60234, Chicago IL 60660 ###