Thursday, April 28, 2016

Blues on the Ohio

Thompson S. Hunter here -- the extremely unauthorized biographer of the Beaver Dam Blues Band.  Most of what I know about these blues legends I learned by hacking Ron Newlin's email, which is how I'm able to write on this blog, by logging in as him.   I would think he would have figured out how to stop me by now, but apparently he kind of likes it.

So, I understand that 3/5 of BDBB is going to be together this weekend in Louisville, and I plan on surreptitiously documenting the proceedings.

Louisville is long over-due for a blues event of the magnitude of Woodstock, Altamont, or the Battle of Agincourt.   It's actually got the ideal natural and man-made environment for the blues -- lots of old brick buildings, a muggy riverfront, and even an ominous floodwall running through it, that you can't cross without thinking, holy hell, they're going to drop a slab of concrete into that opening and leave me to die with the poor people on this side of the wall!

Now, Louisville has one of the great cultural events in America in the Kentucky Derby, but that is not a bluesy sport, unless you're a race-horse getting a shot of succhinycholine behind a hastily-assembled curtain in the fourth turn.   That's the blues.   But otherwise horse-racing is still the sport of kings; even though the debauchery in the infield rivals anything that happens at a NASCAR event.

But in addition to the Derby, Louisville is also famous for baseball bats.   It's less famous (in fact, not famous at all) for military armor, although for some reason it has a pretty impressive museum on the subject.

So anyway, I'll be in Louisville this weekend to report on the mournful, haunted blues tracks being laid down.  Although I suspect its equally likely that a game of Calvinball, played on horseback in medieval suits of armor while swinging baseball bats, may also break out.