An old beau of mine has been on my mind a lot lately. Maybe because this is the fifth anniversary of his death at the young age of 56. Or maybe as I myself grow older, nostalgia kicks in. Anyway, he spent his last years back in his hometown of Dalton, Georgia, and Tuesday nights were spent in front of the mike at The Blues Train Cafe. Here are some photos from that period.
I used to know a very talented blues musician out of Austin who played at Ski Shores there back in the mid-1990s. His name was Leighton Hamilton and he was also a blues historian and had a great collection of guitars, but his most cherished was his Style O National Steel. He passed away about a year before Robo.
I had learned of a movie he had made with independent Texas filmmaker Ross Wells — Of Strange Voices and Watermelon Men. I have to say, had it not been for Leighton’s appearance in the movie, I wouldn’t have bought the DVD or sat through the thing. Not to be mean, but honestly, that was the most cheesy film I ever fast-forwarded through. And as I said, what made it tolerable at all was the music.
I ripped portions of the DVD that had Leighton’s guitar work. And I share that with you now.
And here’s the video clip:
I have learned to love so much ex-Yu and Serbian music, which my friend has shared with me and which I pick up from listening to some Belgrade radio stations. This is one of my favorites. Lyrics after the jump.
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I recently discovered a great white rapper inadvertently while listening to a new YouTube video from one of my favorites, The Internets Celebrities (Dallas Penn and Rafi Kam). There was some catchy Latin music playing and it turns out it was none other than Action Bronson, a young Albanian rapper from Flushing, Queens. Now, I’m not too big into rap really. I can listen to Sean Combs and Ice-T and Yah-Boy and a few others, but it’s really “not mah thang.” But when I saw a picture of this guy after Googling for him, my heart stopped. And I’m going to show you why.
I just had a very cathartic cry, upstairs in my office. I put on the saddest song I know (“Shattered” by Trading Yesterday), and just let the tears flow, taking with them all the pain, anguish, uncertainty, confusion, sorrow, and every negative thing I had in me. I mean it was a real snot-fest, with huge racking sobs that probably startled the cat. (In fact she’s still keeping a watchful eye on me from her chair across the room.)
And when I was done, I washed my face and poured myself a nice glass of Diet Dr Pepper. I feel much better now. The decks have been cleared and I can focus once more. Like a thunderstorm clears the air and waters the grass, so too do tears have healing properties.
As reason clouds my eyes // with splendor fading // Illusions of the sunlight // And the reflection of a lie will keep me waiting // Love gone for so long…
First of all, I’ve resurrected my holiday skin, which I call “Deck the Blog.” And here’s some music to get you in the mood.