Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Stand Up and Dance recorded by Missy Andersen


Hey! Miss Missy Andersen, San Diego's most bubbly blues diva, just got back from her second tour in Denmark in time for her CD release party at Humphrey's (By The Bay) Backstage Lounge, April 30, at 8 p.m. Heine Andersen and I teamed up on a delta blues tune called "Stand Up and Dance" and the combination of Heine's back-woods guitar and Missy's deep-south delivery, make for a nice hot fire. You know where I'll be Thursday night! Come on down and listen to Missy. . . she's a sassy girl singin' and moanin' some of San Diego's best blues!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Pie in the sky


The other day, the idiom "pie in the sky" popped into my head as the first line of a poem. I googled it today and found that it first appeared in a song! Here is the short story and song lyrics.

Meaning: A promise of heaven, while continuing to suffer in this life.

Origin:This is an American phrase and was coined by Joe Hill in 1911. Hill was a Swedish-born itinerant labourer who migrated to the USA in 1902. He was a leading light of the radical labour organisation The Industrial Workers of the World - known as the Wobblies, writing many radical songs for them. The phrase appeared first in Hill's The Preacher and the Slave, which parodied the Salvation Army hymn In the Sweet Bye and Bye. The song, which criticized the Army's theology and philosophy, specifically their concentration on the salvation of souls rather than the feeding of the hungry, was popular when first recorded and remained so for some years.

Long-haired preachers come out every night,
Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right;
But when asked how 'bout something to eat
They will answer with voices so sweet:

Chorus
You will eat, bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky;
Work and pray, live on hay,
You'll get pie in the sky when you die.

The starvation army they play,
They sing and they clap and they pray
'Till they get all your coin on the drum
Then they'll tell you when you're on the bum:

Holy Rollers and jumpers come out,
They holler, they jump and they shout.
Give your money to Jesus they say,
He will cure all diseases today.
If you fight hard for children and wife
Try to get something good in this life
You're a sinner and bad man, they tell,
When you die you will sure go to hell.

Workingmen of all countries, unite,
Side by side we for freedom will fight;
When the world and its wealth we have gained
To the grafters we'll sing this refrain:

You will eat, bye and bye,
When you've learned how to cook and to fry.
Chop some wood, 'twill do you good,
And you'll eat in the sweet bye and bye.

The phrase wasn't taken up until the Second World War, when it began to be used figuratively to refer to any prospect of future happiness which was unlikely ever to be realized. From phrases.org.uk

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Home Inside a Violin


I imagine a home inside a violin
sleeping in the dark hole
until the case opens and
I'm awakened by the
squeak and screech
of a 4-year-old's
chubby hand on the bow
the kiss of hair and strings
the swell, ebb and flow of a virtuoso
perfumed hair and swish
of a barely-there red-satin dress
the chop of a tobacco-chewing
hollerer from the hills
the booming stomp of boots
pounding a wood-plank floor
I am loved every day
tucked under a chin
against the warmth of skin
hovering above a shoulder
a jostling ride, rocking
every which way in the box
reeling and shaking
the singing vibrations
the grunting and sweat
the depths the rhythm
the strain the offering
breathing
someone's soul

2-12-09
©2009 Hattie Wilcox
Violinist and inventor of the Viper Mark Wood ©2008 Hattie Wilcox

Saturday, January 17, 2009

the music in nature


The ficus tree outside my front door has been the home of hummingbird nests for many years. Thought you might like to see a photo of the one I found this week. Photo taken this morning by Stella Pai.

Good news on the blues music front is brewing.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Blues Lovers United of San Diego, Dr. John and lady in red



Check out this beautiful portrait of Dr. John! Saw him live for the first time at the Belly Up Tavern in Solana Beach on Oct. 4. He put on a young-man's show that wore us out in the best way. The lady in red is Janiva Magness. who opened for Dr. John. I don't know where I've been that I've never heard her name before that night. Introduce yourself to Janiva on myspace.

Hey! Spent last Saturday judging first round for solo and duo act to represent San Diego at the 25th Annual IBC in Memphis, Feb 4-7, 2009. Next round is this Saturday at The Harp in Ocean Beach, 1-4 p.m. Come on down and join the fun! BLUSD--Blues Lovers United of San Diego will send winner to Memphis for the largest gathering of blues bands anywhere in the world--170 acts!

Gave a big hug to Ken Boozer who organized the competition. Finally met Joannie who was busy keeping performers on time and photographing. Lots of great blues folks on the judges panel and I will tell you about them next week! Missy Andersen, San Diego blues artist extraordinaire who will be heading to Denmark next month, brought all her personality and graciousness to MC. San Diego's Nathan James and Ben Hernandez took first place duo honors in 2006. In 2007, Aunt Kizzy's Boys took second place for best blues band. This year, Sue Palmer took first place for best self-produced CD. San Diego is gettin' bigger and bigger on the blues map and we gonna keep it that way!

Our own Charles Burton and Ben Powell walked away Saturday to go get ready for finals. Mr. Burton also won raffle and gets to take his lady to Humphrey's Concerts by The Bay to see Taj Mahal on Oct. 22. Come on down to Ocean Beach Oct 18th for another afternoon of blues.

For more info, visit blusd.org.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

What About Africa?


I drink my wine while they eat sand
How hard they try to live with dying every day
Rwanda lost one million souls
Now in my mind the dead I see call out to me
For Africa
What about Africa
What will it take for us to take a stand
For Africa, what about Africa

I see their eyes, the eyes of AIDS
Eyes of starvation fill my head I don't know why
I watch the news, but I don't move
So many people struggling, lying down to die
For Africa
What about Africa
What will it take for us to take a stand
For Africa, what about Africa

I smell the smoke, I watch the sky
Everywhere I go I always know someone will die
Evening descends to tuck me in
I can't escape the waiting faces in my dreams
For Africa
What about Africa
What will it take for us to take a stand
For Africa, what about Africa

I see white milk in a river wash
Big fat babies laughing, tummies full of cream
I see new rice, a mother's feet
Ankle-deep in mud to harvest family life
For Africa
What about Africa
What will it take for us to take a stand
For Africa, what about Africa

I see bright cloth turn into skirts
Tied 'round the hips of young girls dancing in the dirt
I see the men, shine in the sun
Tending animals their hands full, no more guns
For Africa
What about Africa
What will it take for us to take a stand
For Africa, what about Africa

Copyright 2006 Hattie Wilcox

If you want to help feed and educate the children of Africa, invisiblechildren.com. If you want to help with efforts to update President Kennedy's foreign assistance act of the 1960s, visit globaldevelopmentmatters.org.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

My Mangled Heart and Beth Ditto


I was writing out the ache of my mangled heart and I stumbled on the indie rock punk blues band The Gossip and Beth Ditto (photo) singing the smokin'  "Yr Mangled Heart." Check it out. The video won MTV's video of the week April 08.  Beth's aim is to make you dance.  Born in Arkansas, the woman oozes groove and southern soul reigns underneath the rock punk.  She kinda makes my poem here a little pitiful.  If you want to take a look at the sharp pain and read the real mangled heart stuff, when you're done here, check my myspace blog.  Til next time, remember: Don't keep your blues to yourself. Sing 'em out, loud!

My Place In Your Heart

Where is my place in your heart?
I know you keep me there, but it's dark
There's no light, there's no music
Are you holding me tight
Behind a closed door
In a very small space
Locked up like a crazed child
You won't let anyone see?

You are keeping me under wraps
Because you love me and
You don't intend to go crazy
For any one or any thing
So I will not break free
Of the place you save for me
I will not touch you again
And you will live
Safe in the assurance
You will not burst
With joy or longing or hurt

You have signaled me to be still
Your thoughts of me must fade
Love's plague will be contained
When I am resigned
To the silence you impart
To reside in your heart
The only place
You allow me to stay
Near you
Always a whisper
Undying in the dark
My place in your heart