B.B.

The Blues

Eddie Hazel turned me onto guitar. He and Ernie Isley shredded that raw dog angularity that got my 6 year old self to convince my mother to take me to loud venues decibels above her nerve’s endurance. By the time we returned to Los Angeles, Parliament was still in command but my love for Lucille and B.B.’s conjoined efforts stayed with me and propelled me forward. Bootsy, Drac, Hendrix, Fulson, Hooker, Hopkins, etc. had that swamp throb… a gait that pushed transcendence with loping menace. Riley’s guitar vamped you in and laid the entire history of the blues on your forehead. An entire bag of notes couldn’t match the one note King would play at the precise moment. He held it and stretched it out. He was the blues and the gateway to the blues. He led me to a deeper appreciation of music.

I remember buying his “Six Silver Strings” album and not liking it much. I remember disliking the hyper clean production and the saccharine arrangements. A lot of people through the years tried to dismiss him because he didn’t immediately seem to represent the cotton picking image that some other blues people emanated. It was like considering someone not having street knowledge because they weren’t banging.

He was fluid and sophisticated. He was the son of sharecroppers and born on a Mississippi plantation. Around the point of that album, being a young musician, I felt that he and his contemporaries were abandoning themselves by jumping on trends and modern practices. I still don’t like the album but I understand now. You have to change and try new things. Do you really want to do the same thing everyday until you die? Some people do. B.B. King changed his diet to vegetarian, opened clubs in his name and lived 89 years in a society hostile to his existence. In my first band’s gig, despite all the Hazel influence imbued in me, a dude in the audience yelled during the first few bars of my solo, “Go ahead, B.B.”! …I didn’t know but I’ll remember.

Overcooked

New vegan project close to completion

New vegan project close to completion

I’ve come to the conclusion of pauses. The voodoo has dropped a mountain on me the last few weeks but I trudge on… bent double… like old beggars under sacks, knock-kneed coughing like hags we cursed through sludge (Dulce Et Decorum Est – Wilfred Owen). I have the remnants of the mustard gas attack making occasional nuisance. I fight the kaisers because the kaiser tries to roll me.

As it is, a couple more cloves must be chopped and the spice must flow so that the funky worm can return strong to the sands of Arrakis. Muad’dib, Mentats and Bene Gesserits prepare your Gom Jabbars and skin suits because time and space is folding to test your humanity.

Oh, it's a multi-trick pony!

Oh, it’s a multi-trick pony!

So despite mixing references from Jimi Hendrix, World War One, Dune, and The Ohio Players, I am babbling, rambling but still in focus on finishing this vegan cooking show. I don’t believe I’ve let the internet cat out of the bag until now. It’s been a bit of a badboy couple of weeks given the stolen vehicle, the extremely rare cold, the bout of leprosy, diphtheria, mange and lava cooties. I’m estimating 2 more weeks to make the cold debut. I should prep the PR more but I’m more concerned about completion than hype. Right now, completion is one of the few things keeping the coco from going completely loco in the pressure cooker.

So boogie on, boogie chillen’. John Lee Hooker made a song for you so you’d best stomp your feet and make that juke joint jump. Wall of fatigue! Wall of fatigue!!! Intermittent verbiage assault arc-factor 1!!! Forsooth!

Dino Cop & Other Law Enforcement

My god son used to go a filmmaking program at UCLA as a preteen through his early teens. The first movie I saw of his was an animated non sequitur of clay titled “Dino Cop”. The highlight of which was an earthquake on the set that split the city streets revealing what everyone suspects: Lava flows immediately once you penetrate the asphalt and the thin layer of the Earth’s crust. As I think about it, my first or second clay animation was an abhorrent monster movie with stylized giant monsters. My son’s first solo animation was the visionary exercise “Clash of Monsters”. Monster blood is deep.

Kid brains don’t think the same as adult ones. With ignorance of story structure they can deliver some bat-shit crazy creations. While listening to the Major Spoilers Podcast, I heard Matthew reviewing Axe Cop. I had never read the comic nor seen the show so it sparked my interest that he said that the comic originated from two brothers. The older brother (mid-20s at the time) would listen to stories from his 5 year old brother and made a graphic novel out of it. As you would expect, it’s sheer madness. Numerous decapitations, dinosaur with machine gun hands, villains that shoot fruit from their body, etc. represent Axe Cop’s world of disorder. That’s the platinum fruit of the barbarian (as all little boys should be). Once civilized (hopefully), the adulterated stories need a “love interest”, targeting, branding, pretension, cliché and acknowledgement. The conflict is to evolve the thought and focus the wild streaks. A kid makes stories to have fun and nothing should get in the way of it.

“And my father told my mother, ‘Let that boy boogie woogie. It’s in him an’ it gots ta come out.’ And I felt so good, I just boogied all the same.” – John Lee Hooker, Boogie Chillen

As it is, I’ve only seen this Axe Cop: The Beginning youtube-thing.  It has unicorn babies, family time-travel homicide, giant robots, etc. It might not be the greatest flight of nuttiness that I’ve seen but I’m glad that it’s primarily from the mind of a child. A lot of the modern cartoons that I’ve seen clips of seem to originate from weed heads scratching themselves between wars of flatulence. Re-inspired, my new animation should hit production in the next few units of time. My goal will be to let the wild notions go loose. But if that doesn’t work, I’ll just lift ideas from my son and he can sue me in civil court after gaining his emancipation. Oh yeah, he’s been in production on his new animation over several months. The completion date is hard to determine, though. Adios.

Side note: For those who haven’t yet seen the glory: