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Friday, September 30, 2016

Sammy Eubanks
It's All Blues To Me (Underworld Records)



With lapel-grabbing stridency, these eminently tradition-grounded songs illustrate blues' table-pounding potential. Sammy rips from simply six stings a host of lightning-streak furies, adroit amblings, and introspective articulations. Easy-at-home vocals shoulder in beside them, evincing disarming emotional substance. 

Recommended "It's All Blues To Me," "No Excuse For the Blues," "I'm Gonna Leave You,"  "Sugar Me," "My Baby's Gone," "It's My Life Baby"

Video "It's All Blues To Me"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2J3T-qYINRQ

http://www.sammyeubankslive.com/
https://www.facebook.com/sammyeubanksmusic/?fref=ts
https://www.reverbnation.com/sammyeubanks

http://underworldindierecords.com/
https://www.amazon.com/Sugar-Me-Sammy-Eubanks/dp/B01G4B4UUE


Thursday, September 29, 2016

Hillary vs Elvis 2016
Does Clinton believe Presley to have been a "deplorable?"



Singer Mary J. Blige's musical successes were commercial and era-bound in nature; she neither turned new creative soil nor was particularly interesting in her revisiting of cliches.

She did, though, slur her artistic superior. In 1997, Blige lied bold-facedly about the late Elvis Presley, deriding him without foundation as "racist."

The otherwise irrelevant Blige is a minor player in current political news. She is making quite the loud spectacle of herself on behalf of Hillary Clinton. 



In a simply tilted video interview spot soon to run online, Blige sings questions to Clinton. The candidate wears a pained, 'why in the hell did I agree to this?' expression, the same one she sported during her recent Between Two Ferns appearance. 

My guess is that some millennial vote-hunting campaign functionary was later disciplined roundly.

But Hillary's opportunistic embrace of Elvis-hater Blige neatly illustrates a larger reality about her campaign, as well as of an evolving foul and nonsensical cultural trend. In this addled movement, everything established, successful, reasonable, and traditional is to be reviled and plowed under. 

There is no distinction recognized between positives and negatives. By virtue of vintage, all are equally opprobrious. 

To have enjoyed previous cultural cache, goes the fury-brained half-thinking, is to be (pick one or more) racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic, etc. And, hence, the despised enemy to be strangled by the marching, sign-hefting forces of goodness.

In this undisciplined era of anarchic tumult, Hillary Clinton has made manifest her sympathy: Out with the old, and in with the new. Elvis would be counted as an 'irredeemable deplorable,' by her rancid arithmetic. 

(Never mind that they don't get much older than she; not unlike celebrity backers Cher and Madonna, Hillary seeks to reinvent herself for the incoming generation of ticket buyers.)

Given her amoral calculating, it is logical -- albeit still thoroughly despicable -- that Clinton cast her lot with rampaging, violent, and destructive street thugs over law officers representing decent and orderly American society. 

At this point, a stipulation cries out to be acknowledged. No candidate can reasonably be assumed to share every belief of their backers. 

A major misjudgement was made by news media commentators challenging Donald Trump to publicly distance himself from stray unsavory supporters. Such outsiders had without invitation sought greater visibility by attaching themselves to his more popular and spotlighted effort.

It was unreasonable to demand that Trump acknowledge them as legitimately worth attention. But as we've seen in this election season, reasonableness is most clearly not a mainstream media ambition.

There is a considerable difference, though, between that and the Hillary/Blige case: The Democratic candidate chose her association with the Elvis-smearing singer of long-since-gone renown.

Hillary does not necessarily share Blige's deceitful, noxious prejudice. But by uncritically availing herself of the faded pop luminary's aid and comfort -- and, in a very real larger sense, with the bedraggled, anarchic assassins of all-that-came-before -- she certainly is positing this metaphorical choice:

You can stand with either Elvis Presley or Hillary Clinton. Can't be both.


end





Mike Eldred Trio
Baptist Town (CEN/RED)



Sometimes, it seems like men have been so beat down and suffered so that even when they're put under, their ache and sorrow snake back up out of deep Southern soil. Darkened memories of tortures hang in the air like tormented spirits, moaning heartbreak testament into eternity. And no one ever learns.

At Mike's elbow when he laid down these appropriately sparse, flesh-made-blues narratives of worldly woes were Blasters John Bazz and Jerry Angel. Robert Cray, Los Lobos' David Hidalgo, and John Mayer added their qualities to recording services convened at Sun Studios, a hallowed site where common men wrought treasure from natural human experience.

Recommended "Baptist Town," "Black Annie," "Sugar Shake," "Hundred Dollar Bill," "Hoodoo Man," "Papa Jegbo," "Roadside Shrine"

Video: narrated CD promo, filmed at Sun Records
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSLzFBpSEdk


http://mikeeldredtrio.com/

https://www.facebook.com/mikeeldredtrio/

https://www.amazon.com/Baptist-Town-Mike-Eldred-Trio/dp/B01DVAOHGS

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/baptist-town/id1095485563



In 1997, Mary J. Blige slurred the late Elvis Presley, falsely declaring that he'd been "racist."

In coming days, Blige's interview of Hillary Clinton will air.

Of course, Hillary Clinton does not necessarily share each of Blige's opinions. But her uncritical association with Blige does merit observation.


And that Blige was so willing to be deceitful, encouraging of racial division, and bold-facedly smearing of the deceased Presley is to her lasting discredit.

With that recent development an inspiration, I'm reprinting a past essay:

To Smear a King:
Crossing swords with the power of myth
by DC Larson

It has become something of a tradition, albeit a regrettable one. As the August anniversary of Elvis Presley's 1977 death approaches, self-righteous hectors villify him as "racist."

It is a false claim, though for some one not requiring that examinable evidence ever be produced. But putting one's hands on contrary testimony is easily done.

The myth-debunking website Snopes.com (on its "Urban Legends Reference Page") details the origin of the counterfeit claim. The site cites Michael T. Bertrand's book "Race, Rock, and Elvis."

Bertrand had found that the April 1957 issue of the white-owned Sepia magazine contained the article, "How Negroes Feel About Elvis." The piece noted that, "colored opinion about the hydromatically-hipped hillbilly from Mississippi runs the gamut from caustic condemnation to ardent admiration." It offered views allegedly collected from both celebrities and "people in the street."

Snopes writes, "Presumably from the 'people in the street' came the infamous and uncredited quotation, "The only thing Negroes can do for me is shine my shoes and buy my records."

Sepia sought input from African-American Minister Milton Perry. "I feel," Perry told the magazine, "that an overwhelming majority of people who know him speak of this boy who practices humility and a love for racial harmony. I learned that he is not too proud or important to speak to anyone and to spend time with his fans of whatever color, wherever and whenever they approach him."

It was not long, though, before the anonymous, 'people in the street' comment was being falsely attributed to the singer, himself. Again, Snopes. "The rumor grew and spread throughout 1957. It mattered not that the story came cloaked in impossible details, such as Elvis supposedly making the statement in Boston (a city he had never visited) or on Edward R. Murrow's Person To Person television program (on which Elvis never appeared)."

Unable to source the rumored comment, the website records, Jet magazine sent reporter Louie Robinson to interview Presley on the "Jailhouse Rock" set. ("The 'Pelvis' Gives His Views On Vicious anti-Negro slur" Jet, August 1, 1957)

"I never said anything like that," Presley told Robinson. "And people who know me know I wouldn't have said that."

A number of fellow musicians, whites and blacks, came to Presley's defense at the time. Notable among them was R&B singer Darlene Love, who had backed Presley with vocal group the Blossoms. "I would never think that Elvis Presley was a racist," Love was later quoted as saying in a 2002 article. "He was born in the South, and he probably grew up with that, but that doesn't mean he stayed that way." ("False Rumor Taints Elvis," Cox News Service, August 16, 2002)

(Other contradictory direct evidence exists on Charly Records's 2006 "The Million Dollar Quartet, 50th Anniversary Special Edition." In 1956, Sun Records alum Elvis joined Carl Perkins, Jerry Lee Lewis and Johnny Cash at the Memphis studio for an impromptu session. Prior to a loose, collective retelling of his then-chart hit, "Don't Be Cruel," Elvis related seeing Billy Ward and the Dominoes's recent cover performance of it. "Much better than that record of mine," Presley concedes. He describes Ward's onstage energy: "He was hittin' it, boy!" Jerry Lee responds, "Oh man, that's classic!" Performers naturally admiring a fellow performer; not a hint of color consciousness to be found.)

Myths, though, are of a seductive quality -- often for cultural reasons other than themselves. This popular legend-based anti-Elvis sentiment persists, with recent illustrations including Public Enemy's "Fight The Power" (1989) and Living Colour's "Elvis Is Dead" (1990).

(To his credit, Public Enemy's Chuck D. later expressed a more complex and nuanced opinion. He told a reporter, "As a musicologist -- and I consider myself one -- there was always a great deal of respect for Elvis, especially during his Sun sessions. As black people, we all knew that...My whole thing was the one-sidedness -- like, Elvis's status in America made it seem like nobody else counted. My heroes came before him. My heroes were probably his heroes..."Chuck D. Speaks on Elvis's Legacy," Associated Press, 8/12/02.)

As noted in an 8/11/07 New York Times op-ed ("How did Elvis get turned into a racist? ") by author Peter Guralnick, singer Mary J. Blige  also cited the scurrilous myth as if it were at all based in fact.

Of course rock'n'roll existed prior to Presley's 1954 recording debut at Sun Records in Memphis. It was in some cases electrifying and wondrous in ways known only to audiences and subsequent vinyl collectors.

But the national stage appearance of Crown Electric Co. truck driver Elvis marked -- not an example of white culture appropriating something blacks had already developed but for which they were denied credit -- but the emergence of the hitherto-unrepresented working class into popular culture visibility.

In early years, Elvis did perform for segregated audiences in the pre-Civil Rights-era South. But for critics highlighting that to be fair, they need to note that segregation of public facilities was then a matter of civil law and not of performers's choosing.

Some might hold that, that being the case, performers had a moral duty to refrain entirely from public performance. But that would have made performing impossible for all musicians, black as well as white. And for many, it's as much a calling as a profession.

A Memphis, Tennessee contemporary of Presley's, Paul Burlison first earned renown as lead guitarist for Johnny Burnette and the Rock'n'Roll Trio. I interviewed him for a 2000 Goldmine article. He shared something of what the situation was like for working musicians in that time and place.

Paul was in a country band in 1951, when he caught the attention of blues man Howlin' Wolf. He began backing Wolf on the latter's radio program, though due to racial codes, Burlison's name could not be cited in group introductions.

"The reason I didn't play in the clubs with him was because of the racial thing back then," Paul told me. He recalled having to enter black clubs through back doors and said of Wolf, "It was the same with him if he came up to where we were playing. We would have liked to have [played clubs together], of course. It just wasn't permitted in those days. Not in Memphis, anyhow."

(Before his death in 2003, Paul's credits included not only rockabilly genre pioneering giants the Rock'n'Roll Trio, but international solo work and a 1990s showcase at the Smithsonian Institution.)

The "Elvis was racist" article-of-faith mantra is an offshoot of the larger fiction holding against evidence that rock'n'roll is exclusively black in origin. But Tennessee rockabilly guitar man Carl Perkins did not sound like venerated shouter Big Joe Turner, nor did the frantic storms of Jerry Lee Lewis recall the risible and urbane stylings of Fats Waller -- though all helped develop the music.

In his invaluable volume, "Unsung Heroes of Rock'n'Roll," veteran music writer Nick Tosches noted that the burgeoning sound which spread across 1950s America began in regional pockets and was of mixed parentage.

"Rock'n'roll was not created solely by blacks or whites," wrote Tosches. Earlier, after dispatching mono-racial rock'n'roll creation arguments, the author observed, "One could make just as strong a case for Jews being the central ethnic group in rock'n'roll's early history; for it was they who produced many of the best songs, cultivated much of the greatest talent, and operated the majority of the pioneering record companies."

Difficult as it would be to construct an exhaustive review of early rock'n'roll without citing Doc Pomus, Mort Schuman, Les Bihari, or Sid Nathan, it is telling that many of today's race-as-creative-qualification theorists might not even be able to identify those men, significant to the style's germination though they were.

Rock'n'roll was more than just music, it acted as a socially-unifying wing of the growing civil rights movement, uniting people on the dance floor just as others would come together in polling places. (Not to paint an overly-rosy portrait. It was not the entire solution. But it did help immeasurably to spur the phenomenon.)

It is flatly anti-creative to argue as some do that an individual or community can "steal" art from another, and that instances of blended creation be discouraged and reviled. That's how art is created. One artist inspires another, an idea is raised up, turned around, and new art is born.

Concepts like ownership, territoriality and separatism are wholly foreign to the phenomenon. (Which is not to argue that these invalid notions are still not useful for some; indeed, Mos Def founds the narrative of his 2002 "Rock and Roll" upon that very sand.)

Too, this involves a fundamental issue, that of reason versus emotion. There is evidence -- which merits intellectual regard and can convert the unsympathetic -- and there is self-righteously uncritical passion. It is the latter that animates the "Elvis was racist" lie.

That untruth is comfortable within a cultural posture that pronounces it acceptable and proper for genuine histories of oppression and appropriation to be universally assigned so as to include any specific instance or individual the speaker might select.

It is a model in which an argument's merit turns not on soundness, on actual provability, but merely on the identity and cause of the arguer; in which unfounded partisan sentiment assumes all the legitimacy of objective fact and demands respect as such.

There is a long and reprehensible history of struggling artists being denied rightful due. And both black and white musicians were so victimized, indicating that the matter is one perhaps more of business predation and of class than racial prejudice.

Critics are correct to point out that elements of white-dominated mass popular culture have at times assumed and reinvented black culture-born idioms, while paying neither due acknowledgment nor recompense. Deserving artists went unnoticed -- and that was criminal.

But such critics expose themselves as intellectually illegitimate and unethical when they seek to superimpose that tragic broad reality upon every specific target that might be tactically magnetic, without benefit of evidence. (And yes, it is ironic that while Presley's 1950's white racist detractors despised his music's multi-racial sensibility, many of his contemporary ones castigate him for the identical reason.)

Elvis was one of many talented men and women whose music helped American popular culture become representative of all the country's people. To ignore that today and instead proffer slanderous myths is an affront not only to his contributions and the prize of racial unity but to the intellectual ideals of honesty and reason.

END







Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Teddy Boppers
Medicina (self)


On this jubilantly swinging, Spanish-language neo-rockabilly single, carbonated sax falls in with spartan, driving guitar/stand up drums/slap-bass corps. Eminently cat-styled, fully forceful zeal that acknowledges no stop signs. Put on a happy face!

Audio clip, "Medicina"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXLpllJRLRU

Video, in-club interview 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqY2pxbenRM


https://www.facebook.com/teddyboppersoficial

http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/teddyboppers

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01LX5F3HK/ref=dm_ws_sp_ps_dp

https://soundcloud.com/teddy-boppers


Tuesday, September 27, 2016

April Mae and the June Bugs
Sun Kissed! (The Sun Studio Sessions) (self)


Wire bifocals perched midway down his nose, genial, old Doc Burford removed the stethoscope plugs from his ears and stepped back.

"Heart sounds strong," he declared. "Everything else checks out, too."

"So, how come lately I'm feelin' run down?" Burford's sad-eyed patient was confused.

"Well, sir," the doctor furrowed his brow. "Could be you're not gettin' enough countrybilly."

"Huh?!"

Burford opened a cabinet. Reaching past medicinal bottles, he took down a CD.

"Here we go: April Mae and the June Bugs. This here''ll perk you right up. It's a real horn-honker!"

The patient examined the disc. "Looks good enough!" He peered at the doctor."And you're sure it'll fix right what's ailin' me?"

"Yessir! They're as hopped up as all get-out! She's a pistol! They got Jerry Lee's old drummer, J.M. Van Eaton...Bassman slappin' like he's goin' to town! And this cigar box guitar-playin' character, name of Catfish - land a'Goshen! What he can do with that thing could set a barn ablaze!"  

"Okay, Doc!" The patient brightened and reached back for his wallet. "You just made yourself a sale!"


Recommended "It's All About the Boogie," "Hard-Headed Woman," "Memphis Bound," "Grease It Up and Go"

VIDEO bio clip 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UoG8zz8LM6Y

http://www.aprilmaeandthejunebugs.com/
https://www.facebook.com/aprilmaeandthejunebugs?fref=ts
http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/aprilmaethejunebugs3







Monday, September 26, 2016

Day of the Dead
Heartbreak Island (self)
Dead If You Don't (self)



Truly, no man yet breathes that has seen the transfixingly horrific spectacle of Ray Ban sunglasses-wearing Mad Daddy skeletons twisting and jerkily gyrating on moonlit surfside beaches as a ghostly transistor radio blares flipped-out rockin' from beyond. But we do have these bold and gripping audio slices -- startling, inspirational of exotic imaginings, and of spine-bending, star travel go-go aspect.

Recommended, Heartbreak Island 
"Death Valley," "The Last Stand," "Alamo,"

Recommended, Dead If You Don't 
"Damned If You Do," "Black Heart," "Queen of   Aces," "Midnight Murder Call," "Shadowland"

Video "Death Valley"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uS4KS_8AxQM

http://www.dayofthedead.com.au/

https://dayofthedead1.bandcamp.com/album/dead-if-you-dont

http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/dayofthedead2

https://itunes.apple.com/in/album/dead-if-you-dont-ep/id1082288420