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Posted on 06/05/2009 5:59:41 PM PDT by AZamericonnie
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In tonight Connie.Hello to My fellow FReepers.
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Ready
Howdy ma’am
Dad/boy campout bttt
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Howdy PE! *hugs*
Camping out this weekend?
Posting from the blackberry?:)
*HUG*
Wh00p!
Howdy Marine! *hugs*
A good week for you & the Missus?
Some R & R time this weekend perhaps?:)
What’s your theme for tonight?
Wh00p Wh00p Wh00p! :)
Ready to jam sweetie?
A good day for you?
TGIF Publius!
1998
IN!
*Hugs* back!
On June 3rd, we lost The Queen of The Blues, Miss Koko Taylor.
She left her mark upon the world of Blues, and we shall miss her greatly.
Here is her story in her own words:
“I came to Chicago around 1951, straight out of the country. We came up here on the Greyhound bus. Couldn’t sit in the front of the bus; ain’t nobody black sit in the front. If you ain’t white, you go in the back and sit. We came with 35 cents in our pockets and a box of Ritz Crackers. That’s all we had to our names. Didn’t know where we was gonna stay. Didn’t have no money. Didn’t have nothing but us. We were just in Chicago, so we’re happy about that, cause we wanted to leave the South.
The South was rough and it was tough, but we was rough and tough too. I was picking cotton, chopping cotton, milking cows, feeding hogs and chickens. And going out catching rabbits to cook for our dinner. Or else eating hoecakes sopped in molasses for breakfast, dinner and supper. I went through what they call hell and high water. It wasn’t nothing nice and it wasn’t nothing easy that I had to go through down South.
When I got to Chicago, it wasn’t easy either. The first job I had was cleaning white families’ homes, taking care of their children, washing their clothes, ironing, cooking, whatever they wanted done. I wasn’t making but like five dollars a day.
But on Saturday night, me and my husband went anywhere there was blues. The music back then was great. It was exciting to me—I thought Chicago was heaven. We didn’t miss nary a Saturday night. We’d go to Sylvio’s or Theresa’s to see Howlin’ Wolf or to see Muddy Waters, Little Walter or Shakey Horton. We didn’t go to no clubs playing that fancy music. Everywhere we went was a blues club. Nothing fancy, nothing beautiful. It was just a hole in the wall where a bunch of us was in there listening to the blues, dancing, drinking, talking loud, doing everything else. It wasn’t a place you had to sit up and look pretty, be cute and use a certain language and say something a certain way.
I didn’t know all the famous blues musicians lived here. Right after I came to Chicago I found out that this is the city where all the guys do their recording. They seemed like regular folks, country folks like me, but they were stars. That’s the way it was with Wolf and Muddy and them. People looked at them as big stars because they was recording artists, and that made them special. But they stayed down to earth, like I do.
That’s why I like blues, because it tells a true story, a down to earth story. It’s not only something about my life; it reaches out to a lot of people. Maybe something to lift you up or help bring you out of this rut you’re in.
I love singing the real, old school blues. It gives me a feeling to sing them type of blues. That’s old school. That’s me.” - Koko Taylor
Tonight, I will pay tribute to her beautiful music.
Rest in peace, Ms Taylor
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