Blues
fiction
edward w pritchard
I was seventeen when I told Grandmother the music she listened to was degrading. She enjoyed the old blues music of the thirties and forties that she had listened to as a young girl. Grandma just smiled and told me she hoped I grew up to be a Teacher, Preacher or Businessman.
My opinions were tolerated by my Father. However when Uncle Clarence realized I had hurt his Mother's feelings he looked at me that once like he was going to hit me.
Grandma said to Uncle Clarence later in front of me that she hoped Brightly, her nickname for me, would find his way in life someday.
Fifteen years later I am a businessman. Grandmother is gone now but after my Daughter died I felt so bad for so long that I started listening to some of those Blues songs for solace and comfort. I wish now I could apologize to my dear Grandmother.
Showing posts with label blues music. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
Sunday, April 11, 2010
the piano comes to america -part 9
the piano comes to america -part 9
fiction
edward w pritchard
Beckley Post Register
November 6th 1942
by John Pritchett
The Blue Bird Sound invaded rural West Virginia last night and us country folk surrendered without a fight.
At Willow's out on 19 South Chicago musician Little Brother Montgomery wooed us rednecks with two sets of his "blue's". Montgomery a negro piano player reads no music and has no formal training. However, those of us there last Saturday night will never forget the electricity that filled that small room as Little Brother hammered the broken slumping ancient piano.
Electric is the key word for Montgomery is a representative artist of the Bluebird sound a modern style combining spiritual, traditional and Mississippi blues. Whatever he played he swung the crowd with his renditions of Vicksburg Blues and No special rider, songs that he wrote and composed.
Mr Montgomery was here for just the one night. He is back to Chicago where he plays regularly at various clubs.
It was nice to forget the War for a few minutes. That music is going somewhere. Look for more on the Bluebird sound and the blues from us here at the music page at the Post Register soon. Maybe a trip up to Chicago. I'll talk to my editor.
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fiction
edward w pritchard
Beckley Post Register
November 6th 1942
by John Pritchett
The Blue Bird Sound invaded rural West Virginia last night and us country folk surrendered without a fight.
At Willow's out on 19 South Chicago musician Little Brother Montgomery wooed us rednecks with two sets of his "blue's". Montgomery a negro piano player reads no music and has no formal training. However, those of us there last Saturday night will never forget the electricity that filled that small room as Little Brother hammered the broken slumping ancient piano.
Electric is the key word for Montgomery is a representative artist of the Bluebird sound a modern style combining spiritual, traditional and Mississippi blues. Whatever he played he swung the crowd with his renditions of Vicksburg Blues and No special rider, songs that he wrote and composed.
Mr Montgomery was here for just the one night. He is back to Chicago where he plays regularly at various clubs.
It was nice to forget the War for a few minutes. That music is going somewhere. Look for more on the Bluebird sound and the blues from us here at the music page at the Post Register soon. Maybe a trip up to Chicago. I'll talk to my editor.
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