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Blues Man

27-Mar-07
Blues Man

Do you like the Blues? The music kind that is.

I like the Piedmont Blues. The name comes from the region in the South, called The Piedmont, where a particular style of Blues originated. They were typically performed by one guy, singing and playing the guitar or harmonica, sometimes a duo. It was almost always acoustic music, not electrified. There is a great website here where you can learn all about the Piedmont Blues. This sketch is actually done from a photo I found on the site.

If you want to actually hear some modern Piedmont Blues, you should have a listen to two fellows known as John Cephas and Phil Wiggins.

Cephas and Wiggins are a Piedmont Blues act that has been at it for around thirty years I think. They are the real deal…as close as you will get to the Piedmont Blues of the 20’s and 30’s. Cephas plays the guitar, Wiggins the harmonica. Both are excellent musicians and listening to them is a pleasant alternative to modern music. I’ve got a few of their cds. They’re all good.

I’m sure you can find them on iTunes or maybe a sample or two on Google. Search on “Cephas and Wiggins” or look for them at your favorite media store.

There is a sort of humor in the Blues that makes them appealing to me. For starters, the names of the artists, “Barbeque Bob”, “Peg-leg Howell”, “Cripple Clarence Lofton” to name a few. Then you have the lyrics in the songs, “I love her jelly roll”, “I heard the swish a big thighs and stockins”, and loads more.

I suppose when you consider the conditions under which the Blues were born, it speaks volumes that the artists could find any humor at all. I admire them for that. They took hardship and made a living with it. Not many folk can do that. It takes determination.

Sometimes singing about one’s troubles makes them easier to deal with. It’s sort of magic. The great thing about the Blues is that practically anyone can identify with them. And as music goes, the Blues are pretty easy to sing and even create.

Try singing the blues the next time you’re vacuuming the house…make up a Blues.

“I got them dirt suckin’ blues and them dirt suckin’ blues is bad.
I got them dirt suckin’ blues and them dirt suckin’ blues is bad.
Sometimes I don’t know what to do, This place reminds me of a zoo,
I got them dirty dog dirt suckin’ blue ooo ooooz. (go into falsetto on that “blue ooo oooz” part, it’ll impress your spouse)

See? Easy. You’ll be singin’ the Blues in no time.

More Sketch Therapy

26-Mar-07
Lining the Toe

Alright, perhaps I need therapy. I know, this one is well…odd.

Let’s be kind. Odd is a good kind word and appropriate in this case. When my mother was somewhat uncomfortable with being around a particular person, she would refer to them as “odd”. Even if they were psychotic, odd was the word.

See what I mean? Odd is a kind way of saying someone or is demented, insane, has “a loose screw”, is a politician, a lawyer, or is otherwise off the deep end. And it can apply to things as well…such as this sketch.

This sketch springs forth as a response to Karen who suggested I sketch an inverse of the last post which was “Toeing the Line”.

The inverse then would be “Lining the Toe”.

Get it? Clothesline? Putting the toe from the last post on the clothesline? Lining the Toe? Sure you get it!

Good!

Now I’m not so odd, am I?

Sketch Therapy

25-Mar-07
Toeing The Line

Sometimes you just start.
No particular thought in mind.
Just satisfying an urge to sketch…for therapy…to take the mind in a different direction.
And you end up with stuff like this.

You know those “Masters”? Renoir, Davinci, Michel Angelo, Durer…the really old Masters, not the most recent of them?

I just bet they sat troubled at 3:00am sometimes and did poop like this. Probably ended up in their attic and later in the trash…maybe even a direct hoop shot straight into the trash. Too bad. It’d be worth a fortune today and it would shed some light on the real person behind those wonderful paintings.

Not that I’m comparing me to them of course. I just wonder about them sometimes…whether they were like the rest of us.

Redneck Jet Service

24-Mar-07
Fly Jet Red

Just pondering some entrepreneurial ideas…

Think this could work?

Any investors out there?

In hindsight, might need to raise the prices…

I’m thinkin’ I might need to weld on another gas tank for them two overseas trips…

In Your Face Banking

23-Mar-07
In Your Face Banking

There is a fair amount of technology these days that is simply silly. You’re looking at a prime example.

My bank has now installed the so called “customer video module” alongside the suction tube station at each drive thru teller bay. Each time I arrive to make a deposit, I’m greeted by the camera-distorted, smiling face of my remote bank teller, teeth and nose front and center.

This always reminds me of how I used to spend an inordinate amount of time ogling the large, red ornamental balls on the family Christmas tree as a kid. I remember how fascinating it was to watch my own cross-eyed face bulging out of proportion as I zoomed in and out on the large red orbs.

Why some bank executive thinks I need this I’m not sure. Entertainment perhaps? It is somewhat entertaining to chuckle to one’s self while looking at the clownish face of a banker on the other end trying to appear professional and competent.

That is until you realize that they are getting practically the same view of you! Heck they probably have a gallery of goofy customer faces on the break room bulletin board for their own lunchtime entertainment!

Think I’ll drive up one day with one of those nose and glasses thingys on my face just to see the reaction on the screen.

Blogging Tip - Don’t Scare The Readers

22-Mar-07
Olive Tree

Apparently, my last post scared off one of my email subscribers.

When I awoke Wednesday, the first thing I saw in my inbox was a notification that someone had “un” subscribed.

This calls for immediate diplomatic action on a large scale.

So, I give to you dear readers who may be sitting on the fence, contemplating bailing out on Idle Minutes because of something I wrote or sketched, a peace offering.

Not just any peace offering, not a mere olive branch. No. I offer you, in the spirit of good will, an entire olive tree.

I offer it in the hope that you might not take my sometimes off-the-wall scribblings so seriously that they cause you great wailing and gnashing of the teeth. I have wailed and gnashed my teeth before, and I for one do not believe it is good for you.

So please dear readers, accept this olive tree as a token of my desire not to offend or disappoint, but to simply sketch and write stuff, most of which is harmless.

Postcard Art

21-Mar-07
Hold The Vermouth Please

I’ve been thinkin’…

I like doing postcard art. I think that’s all I’m going to do for a while.

I like the idea of sending each one away with the hope that it might cause a chuckle or smile for someone.

I like that somebody might put it on their cubicle wall at work for decoration.

I like that it might end up on the frigerater in someone’s home. (That’s Georgia talk for refrigerator.)

I like wondering if somebody’s great, great, grandchild will take their great, great grandmother’s postcard that she kept on her frigerator to the Antiques Road Show in the year 2110 and find out it’s worth $30,000 because it’s only one of a hundred or so created by a rather odd amateur artist named Don West who was known to draw them purely for fun and then mail them around the world to spread the fun around.

I know…that’s vain. But so is getting a haircut, wearing jewelry, or driving a “luxury car”. We all have our vanities. So cut me some slack friends and neighbors…humor me.

Soooo, if you would like one of my postcards, send me your name and mailing address using my contact form. I’ll keep a list and send out each postcard after I post it on the blog. No worries about privacy, I’m not gonna sell or give away your address to anybody. The only thing I ask, is that you come back here to the blog and leave a comment on your postcard.