Language of the Blues - Edmonton Blues Society
Language of the Blues - Edmonton Blues Society
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nicked words and phrases from <strong>the</strong> numbers runners, hookers, drag queens, thieves, junkies,<br />
pimps, moonshiners, hoodoo doctors, dealers, rounders, and con artists who made up <strong>the</strong><br />
street set.<br />
Today, <strong>the</strong> language <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> blues is beloved worldwide. As Texas blues guitarist Jimmie Vaughan<br />
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amazing. You can talk about <strong>the</strong> influence <strong>of</strong> black blues and gospel on American music, but it's<br />
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When I was growing up in <strong>the</strong> Midwest, however, rock was king and <strong>the</strong> blues were considered a<br />
quaint and--in <strong>the</strong> African American community somewhat embarrassing relic. As B.B. King<br />
related in his moving autobiography, <strong>Blues</strong> All Around Me<br />
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blues song,<br />
18<br />
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shimmied through<br />
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beautiful fierce lady, shining with sweat, and Son Seals--her tough, economical guitarist-grabbed<br />
me by <strong>the</strong> gut.<br />
A few weeks later, I drove with my new boyfriend, a hyperactive blues fanatic who was a ringer<br />
for a freckled teenage Paul McCartney, to a cornfield about an hour south <strong>of</strong> Milwaukee. B.B.<br />
King was standing on a plywood stage with his guitar, Lucille, resting on his belly and his arms at<br />
his sides. It was a muggy summer afternoon and <strong>the</strong> Wisconsin state bird--<strong>the</strong> mosquito--was out<br />
in full force.<br />
Nei<strong>the</strong>r heat nor bugs had prevented King and his band from mounting <strong>the</strong> makeshift steps to <strong>the</strong><br />
stage wearing crisp white dinner jackets with snappy black bow ties, black knife-crease trousers,<br />
and patent lea<strong>the</strong>r shoes polished to a blinding shine. The generator, on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r hand, which had<br />
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mournful blues, was struggling with <strong>the</strong> task <strong>of</strong> powering King and crew. It cut out intermittently,<br />
<strong>of</strong>ten stranding King mid solo.<br />
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have made a Yoruba elder proud. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, gesturing at Lucille as if<br />
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Once <strong>the</strong> power kicked back on for good, <strong>the</strong>re was no stopping B.B. King. There were maybe<br />
sixty people kicking up <strong>the</strong> dusty dirt in front <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> stage--all black except for my boyfriend and<br />
me. Two fierce hours later, we looked up from our earnest dancing to find ourselves surrounded<br />
by a circle <strong>of</strong> people clapping and laughing and egging us on as <strong>the</strong> sun slowly dropped in<br />
<strong>the</strong> sky.<br />
I thought about that magical evening when I went to <strong>the</strong> Apollo Theatre in Harlem almost twenty<br />
years later to see King for <strong>the</strong> second time in my life. A line <strong>of</strong> middle-aged African Americans,<br />
Japanese tourists, bearded young hipsters, and graying hippies stretched for two blocks down<br />
125th Street, prompting some B-<br />
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