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Velvet Red, a professional blues singer from Beale Street in Memphis,
belts it out with revival fervor. Leering in the background is Leo Goff,
a world class bass player, paying close attention to Velvet's lead.
Leo, a man of size, is not nearly as fearsome as his appearance.


Sunday, September 19, 2010

There are times one finds it nigh impossible to remain still. I'm not referring to the tormenting itch ushered in by boring sermons, self-aggrandizing C.Y.A. meetings, and other forms of stationary torture. I'm talking about raising the hair on the back of your neck, adrenalin-pumping, Jack Russell Terrier, Border Collie, whirling dervish, thrill ride excitement that crawls under your hide and effectively shuts down your "be-still" system. Mind you, these are the good times.

Last Thursday night at Neil's Bar and Grille, still ensconced in mid-town Memphis at 1835 Madison Avenue, I was temporarily infected with the aforementioned condition. The event was one of the twice-monthly Thursday night jam sessions sponsored by the Memphis Blues Society. I was in Memphis to photograph some museum pieces. Fortunately, the client's spousal unit is treasurer of said Blues Society and alerted us to the impending torrent of tunes and lyrics.


Guitarist Greg Gumpel and bass player "Evil" have made a spiritual connection. Their brains and fingers are in lock step. The force (and the audience) is definitely with them.

The band was an impromptu aggregation of professional musicians, save the drummer, who is an I.T. guy. He held his own with the pros very nicely thank you very much. They were not playing what they were paid to play, they were playing what they wanted to play. The good stuff.

The "blues" have altered their genetic code and receptor neurons to communicate in a manner not known to mere mortals like the rest of us. Lest we trip over our own feet, we ought not attempt to explain this phenomenon. Rather, leave that exercise to the eggheads cloistered in academia, and rare back and pat your foot, nod with the rhythm, tap your fingers, and maybe even drag out the old air guitar. Euphoric moments like this are fleeting. Grab them while you can.

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