Monthly Archives: February 2018

pause

Sometimes, back at school, I am in a position where I must endure stuff I am not into. In those moments a wee bit immobilized. Want to say things I should probably not say. A bit like watching a band and wanting to solo over what they are doing, I really could contribute, I am so absolutely certain it would add something valuable maybe even magical but I might be totally wrong. To jump in or not. For whom would I be doing it for? How awkward if I’m totally wrong to think I’m welcome there or start a fight I don’t want to have.

How I won The Talent Show

Sometimes I have been told by people that so and so is imitating you or ripping you off but truth is I started it. I crossed the line worse than anyone you know. I have no idea what ever happened to her, but at a United Synagogue Youth conclave between kids from Winnipeg and Minneapolis, in the 70s, I impressed this one particular girl, at a talent show where I destroyed all the wannabes by playing guitar and singing David Bromberg’s “You Got To Suffer (if you want to sing the blues). Afterward, I sent her a bunch of songs written by Bromberg and other artists who I thought obscure, like George Harrison, and claimed these were songs I wrote for her. I was 13. Wish I could hear that cassette today.

 

angry on stage

When I was little I saw Lightnin’ Hopkins at the Playhouse in Winnipeg, saw Muddy Waters too but Lightnin’ Hopkins felt more powerful or unique, seemed like we all were learning something first hand. Saw Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee, loved his harp style, anyone who plays harp and does not sound like Sonny Terry (or Little Walter), doesn’t keep my attention very long.  I didn’t know they weren’t close during those years, that apparently, they even stayed in separate hotels. I’m glad they didn’t seem angry on stage. I was angry on stage once, for about a year. I stopped moving and tried to play everything with just my left hand, secret way of saying fuck you all, pretty sure it worked.