executive meeting results….

September 14, 2016


Executive meeting held last week at Three Forks Gazebo aka Hillbilly Gazebo. With only one person there, decision was unanimous to cutback number of emails. Plan now is to send out on Wednesday’s or Thursday’s. There are however other writers who have contributed to pomeroyblues.org and certainly are encouraged to continue. If they do, those articles could be posted immediately or they could be shown later. But we could use some help. PLEASE bar owners, blues/jazz societies, bands & fans, keep websites up to date… do give feedback… leave comments… send any and all information our way as no news is too trivial.


logo-150x150*Highly anticipated event this weekend will be the 8th annual induction ceremony to the West Virginia All Black Schools Sports & Academics Hall of Fame. However this year is different. This years “special” ceremony is all about the arts. As HOF President Helen Gillison said, “it’s a celebration of the arts” with over 80 new members to be inducted. Names like Fairmont native Sonny Turner, from Charleston Priscilla Price and Beckley’s Spyder Turner with many more. The event will be held over both Fri & Sat at Embassy Suites in Charleston. For much more see “WVABSSA Hall of Fame” 9/6/2016. Tickets can be purchased by calling 304-395-7671 or 304-748-7116 or email Helen@hlj-glaw.com.

parkersburg03*Many people looking forward to the “grand opening” of Parkersburg Brewing Company this Sat Sept 17th 4pm-12am. See “finally!!” 8/23/2016. Located at 707 Market Street downtown will feature what we’re sure will be great creaft brews, “live” blues with ‘ole favorites the Dennis McClung Blues Band, along with many drawings and giveaways. Also Parkersburg Brewing Company will have a booth at the Downtown Throwdown BBQ & Brewfest hosted by the Blennerhassett Hotel just down the street.







*Favorite of many is the WV Wine & Jazz Fest is Sat & Sun Sept 17-18 at Camp Muffly just south of Morgantown. To reach this annual fall event, Exit 146/Goshen Road off I-79. Drive 2 miles to 4-H Camp Road then turn left. Go another mile and ya can’t miss it. The 21st year for the festival that’s scheduled each fall when WVU football has an open date or playing away.wvwineandjazz-logo


*”Damn fine blues” coming to the barbershop. Thanks to Archie Edwards Blues Heritage Foundation our buddy Austin Walkin’ Cane will appear Friday Sept 16th at Archie’s Blues Barbershop in Riverdale Park, MD. Inside the beltway, Riverdale is a suburb of Washington, DC. Washington Post says, “If you like Muddy Waters, go see Austin Walkin’ Cane“. The AEBHF is dedicated to keeping East Coast acoustic blues alive through weekly jams, performances, workshops, exhibits and lectures.

*Columbus Blues Alliance will hold their annual Columbus Blues Challenge Sunday Sept 18th. Doors open 12 noon at King Avenue (945 King Ave, 43212). Challenge will have eleven competitors and runs 1pm-7:10pm with a break at 4:20 ’til 4:50pm Click HERE for more.



Charlie Barath & Chris Sutton @ Court Street Grill

*In the many times we’d seen Chris Sutton perform, don’t think ever seen him performing with a partner. Not to surprising since he and Charlie Barath have only played together a handful of times. But this night the crowd at Court Street Grill was in for a treat. Chris is always great and partnered with Charlie, who takes a backseat to nobody when it comes to playing blues harp, they were awesome. Afterwards we heard it said that together they made up one of the best duos anyone had heard in awhile. The two first met 5 years ago at a Diamond Teeth Mary Festival and ever since it’s been magic. Together they played thru a 90 minute set of everything from Tommy Johnson to Elmore James to Blind Willie McTell to Nat Reese… with Chris’ normal outstanding originals in between. At one point they joked about possibly recording in the future. From what we all heard think most would say, “haellya, it’s definitely time“, and thanks for another great night at the “Ohio River juke joint“.






janis_joplin_-_i_got_dem_ol_kozmic_blues_again_mama*Been a fan of Janis Joplin a long time. So when saw this article last week couldn’t not mention it here today. It begins by saying, “Hollywood loves its messed-up, tragic rock stars, and a biopic of hippie icon and ‘white blues’ singer Janis Joplin has been in the works for longer than anyone can remember… That it never seems to come together is telling…” However the documentary Janis: Little Girl Blue released in 2015 for PBS is now on Netflix. Most all reviews have been very positive and after watching it I’d have to agree. Telling of her troubles growing up in Port Arther, Texas… moving to San Francisco… joining with and decision to leave Big Brother & the Holding Company… Monterey Pop Festival… the forming and eventual breakup of The Kozmic Blues Band… Woodstock… The Full Tilt Boogie Band, it’s all there. For any fan of the blues, pop, rock ‘n roll, the 60’s, etc it’s well worth viewing. Even though you know it’s tragic ending.
Hard to believe in a couple weeks she’ll have been gone 46 years. Dying of an overdose Oct 4th, 1970 at only 27 years old. As said before, I can still remember buying “I Got Dem Ol’ Kozmic Blues Again Mama!” on vinyl in the Fairmont State bookstore and still today one of my all time favorites. Sometimes wonder, as sure some others do too, what would she be like today in her early 70’s? What about that soulful, raspy voice? Wouldn’t ya love to hear her just one more time doing Ball & Chain or Summertime today?




Friar’s Point, MS

*Susan and Slack Action send news about Johnny Miles of Clarksdale, MS. Johnny had a wonderful store up until just recently. Johnny Miles Farmers Market located 2 miles east of town closed July 1st. Good news however is the same day Johnny and Delores opened a new store, Miles Grocery in historic Friar’s Point. The hometown of country music legend Conway Twitty is located just outside the levee about 14 miles north of Clarksdale. Be sure to check out St Louis Frank’s website for great photos, pertinent and some not so pertinent information, and a whole lot more. Thanks Frank!





Chicago BLUES News

*Nice to have ya back Karen! Editorial Director for Chicago BLUES News, Ms Karen Murphy has been away from her desk a couple weeks. No doubt for a much needed vacation. We can only hope on a secluded tropical isle with a cool beverage in hand. Glad yer back Karen, we’re lookin’ forward to more Friday afternoon newsletters. If you’re a fan of the Blues, especially Chicago Blues click HERE to sign up for Karen’s newsletter.

*Phone conversation with Vera Johnson-Collins (niece of Tommy Johnson) recently. She’s in the process of writing grants for funding for the 11th annual Tommy Johnson Blues & Gospel Festival as well as Tommy Johnson Blues Foundation and grave site in Crystal Springs. This years event will be Saturday Nov 5th, at Jackson Medical Mall in Jackson, Mississippi.


tryin’ to reason…

*Quote Jimmy Buffett- “will play for gumbo“… after all we’re all “just tryin’ to reason with hurricane season


could be some Cathead in here….







*Speaking of hurricanes ‘n gumbo- Charly since yer heading up thru them southeast states fo’ long… if ya happen upon a watering hole, hooch-house, brew-thru, pop shop, package store, aka liquor store, see maybe ya pick up a bottle that Cathead? If not, it’s fine… if so, forever grateful. And if ya happen upon this place… stay right there, I’ll be along shortly.



*Last week WOUB-TV “Song of the Mountains“, Doc Watson w/Jeff Little amazing version of the classic Milk Cow Blues. Written and recorded by Sleepy John Estes in 1930. Kokomo Arnold did a version 1934 and Robert Johnson did a renamed version called Milkcow’s Calf Blues in 1937. Recorded by such notables as Eric Clapton, Willie Nelson, Elvis Presley and many more. But never sounded any better than this time ’round. Doc Watson passed away in 2012.



*John Mayall Friday Sept 23rd at Notes/Copious, 518 South High St, Columbus, OH. Admission $35-$50.


Charlie’s Red Star Blues Barn

*Saturday Sept 24th, one of the coolest venues around, Charlie’s Red Star Blues Barn near Pomeroy, OH will hold their final show for the season. Bound to the a good’en with The Mississippi Bluesman, Johnny Rawls at 7:30pm. Also on the same bill will be Noah Wotherspoon, Mudfork Blues and The Wild Honey Bees. The 2016 Music & Arts Series is sponsored by the Foothills Music Foundation. Tickets for Sept 24th are $7.50 online and $10 at the door.


*Johnny Winter memorabilia will be put on auction Sept 30th and Oct 1st at Gibson Brands Showroom in New York City. Features guitars, song notebooks and other memorabilia of the late Texas blues legend. Winter passed away July 16th, 2014. His collection of canes was auctioned off this past spring in Johnson City, Tennessee. Included in this auction will be five uniquely shaped Gibson Firebirds. Also jewelry, scarves, hats (sweat stains and all) and some extremely rare rock and blues posters and vintage photos. Collection is being sold for Winter’s family. Although we’ve not seen how yet, they say internet bidding also will be offered.

*King Biscuit Blues Festival is just around the corner. Oct 5-6-7-8 in Helena, Arkansas is one of THE BEST anywhere in the country.

*The inaugural PigMania State Championship BBQ & Blues Festival is set for Oct 7-8-9 at the Marion County Fairgrounds in Marion, OH. Located a little over an hour north of Columbus on State Rt 423.

*Marshall Keys gives a “thumbs up“… Keys who hails from the DC area is one of the top jazzmen anywhere. Seen him perform more than once in Clarksburg actually we’re waiting on a SPOTLIGHT! article on him. So we trust his opinion and he says, “Greg (Abate) is the truth!” Abate will be in Clarksburg at one of our favorite venues, Washington Square Sat Oct 8th and Sun Oct 9th.

*Next month Natalie’s Coal Fired Pizza Worthington, OH has two outstanding blues performers booked. Monday Oct 10th will be Tommy Castro and Thursday Oct 13th is Maria Muldaur. $25 door each night.

*Classic British blues-rock of Kofi Baker’s CREAM Experience will be at Court Street Grill, Pomeroy on Thursday Oct 13th. Kofi Baker is the son of Ginger Baker, the founder of British blues-rock band Cream.

*Oct 13-14 Deep Blues Festival, Clarksdale, MS. See “not your daddy’s blues fest” 8/30/2016.

7 Responses to executive meeting results….

  1. Michael Lyzenga on September 14, 2016 at 11:43 PM

    Notes: The Huntington Blues Society is celebrating our 3rd year anniversary on Sept. 21st at the V Club. Open jam for 3 hours with all of the bands who have played at one of our monthly meetings. Also, we are holding our 2nd annual IBC blues competition on Sept. 25th at The V Club. For more information go to: http://www.facebook.com/huntingtonbluessociety Thank you!

    • crawlinkingsnake on September 15, 2016 at 9:42 AM

      Thanks Michael! We’ll see you on the 25th.

  2. Gumbo Charly on September 15, 2016 at 5:19 PM

    On my way up North I will definitely keep my eye open for some of dat CATHEAD VODKA for you. If I recall you were partial to that ‘honeysuckle’ flavor. Marian and I are looking forward to seeing all our fine northern friends and hoping for some of your cool mountain weather to get a little relief from this brutal Florida summer that is still with us in mid-September. It’s ‘too hot to trot’ or even walk at a fast pace here!

    • crawlinkingsnake on September 15, 2016 at 6:15 PM

      ixnay on the honeysucklea… just plain ole regular will be just fine. but of course if only honeysuckle is available then honeysuckle it’ll be!

      and big time thanks for whatever you might find!

  3. Alan Balfour on November 27, 2016 at 3:47 AM

    The following might be of interest…..well at least Meredith’s encounter with Elmore James in a Mississippi club

    James Meredith: Three Years In Mississippi (Aug 1960–Aug 1963)
    Indiana University Press, 1966 (pages 34-38 which I’ve OCR’d). The book itself is well worth hunting down all 320 pages of it. My copy of the book I purchased in 1969 from a “flea market”. Hope I haven’t posted this before! 🙁
    Mr. P’s. In my search for truth and knowledge, I felt it my duty to regularly visit every segment of my society. Except for the study and observation of the enemy ‑”White Supremacy” and its perpetuators‑1 spent more time and energy studying my people than anything else. Without question, the great majority of Mississippi Negroes belong to the lowest economic class. A joint called “Mr. P’s” provided me with one of the best laboratories for studying this particular group of my people. I consider this place typical of the most dominant type of entertainment available to the majority of Mississippi Negroes. It would perhaps be untypical only in that it is a little bigger than most places of its kind and consequently offers a little more than most.

    I can remember one night: it could have been any of four nights Friday, Saturday, Sunday or Wednesday (the last is half‑price night). However, Saturday night is usually best. This Saturday I got there around 1: 30 A.M., the best time to arrive because the band (two guitars and one drummer with a two‑piece drum contraption) was just hitting its pace after the first intermission. The cooks and nursemaids who have to work in the white woman’s kitchen and take care of the white man’s baby are out on the town by this time. The white folks know that “Cookie” will leave the food on the table and the baby crying in the crib if the boss “ain’t home” by 1:00 A.M. on Saturday night. By 1:30 everybody has got high and fallen in the groove.

    When I drove up, I was lucky and found a parking place, because someone was just backing out from a spot near the door. I pulled in and parked between two cars. A girl was sitting on the front end of one of the cars with her legs crossed high and her dress halfway up her thigh. She was holding onto the shirt of her boyfriend standing in front of the car and raising a heap of hell about some other woman. When I reached the door, it was blocked by too many people trying to get in. The heat and odour both hit me as I slid inside the door.

    The band was playing one of its favorite songs, “Shake Your Money Maker.” This was a sure satisfier for this crowd. It had a fast sensuous beat and was loud and moving. Sometimes the band would play it for thirty minutes or longer without stopping, and the crowd would continue to beg for more when it was over. “Shake your money maker, shake your money maker” was repeated over and over throughout the song, basically an instrumental number. The band leader, Elmo, loved to hear the crowd beg, and the audience knew that he had to be treated with tender care, because the least thing might upset him and he would refuse to play a note. But he was good at his trade. The kind of music that he played has not yet been documented by writing or recording. It is known by many names – gut‑bucket, down in the alley, back in the woods‑but to me it is

    folk music of the highest order. It tells the story of the Negro‑the story of slavery, segregation, discrimination, prejudice, poverty, and hope. I have learned more about the Negro from listening to and digesting this music than from any other source. Finally they stopped playing “Shake Your Money Maker.” I now had a chance edge my way up toward the front.

    There was no dance floor as such; the dance floor was every‑in the aisles, between the tables, on the tables, or anywhere you could find a little space. It was the usual crowd. The dress ranges all the way from expensive furs and hundred‑dollar dresses to loud, weary colors and maid uniforms. The men will wear anything from seventy‑dollar shoes and three‑hundred‑dollar suits to four colored shirts and purple trousers to musty, sweaty, saw milling overalls that they have worked in all week. The talk was loud, bad, and nasty. The women are just as free and foul-mouthed as the men.

    These are the Negro masses at play. I finally made it to the front and here I heard a piece of logic from a young boy that opened my eyes to a broader world. A couple in front of the bar where I was standing began to dance the next number. Before the dance was over they had a tight circle around them,a rare occurrence for this place, because here everyone is usually his own star. On any night you would see a show that could be seen in very few places: shake dancing, belly rolling, stunt cutting, trick dancing, and the sexiest kind of sexy dances.

    Evidently this couple had just returned from their first trip North,and they had to show that they were now “hip.” The girl wore a fur dress, apparently made from some cheap imitation fur, and the boy had on a tight-fitting shirt that was a solid color in back and two loud colors in front. The design was identical on both sides, but one side was turned upside down, and the big buttons were covered with the same color as the back. He had on a loud-colored tight-fitting pair of pants and wore a pair of pointed-toe imitation alligator shoes.He was really “cutting a rug,” jumping all over the place, and executing some very difficult and tricky steps.

    But the “fur-dress” girl was stealing the show. She was a beautiful woman: young, lively, fair-skinned, and “built up from the ground,”with nice feet, trim ankles, shapely legs, wide hips, a neat, small waist, bust just right (on the big side), a cute face, and beautiful hair.The dress was loosely fitted and cut low around the top. The first look gave the impression that she wore nothing under the dress. She could dance and she let her “hair down” because of all the attentions he was getting. She went through a belly process that would have put “Little Egypt” to shame. Most exciting of all was the way that fur dress could work its way up over her hips and just as it looked as if all her pretty thighs would be revealed, she would push her dress down again and start the heart-taxing process all over. This was all done to the beat of the “Whistling Song.” The drummer was called the whistling man because of this song that he had “dreamed up,” as he once told me, and carried around in his head.

    When it was over, you could hear derogatory comments from the on lookers. They were accusing the team of showing off and of thinking they were somebody because they had been up North. It always gets under the skin of the Mississippi Negro when one comes back “putting on.” A slender, mild-mannered boy of fifteen or sixteen, who in spite of his age was his own man, turned to me and remarked in his untrained English, “Oh they jest trying to have a little pleasure.” I cannot now remember his features, but his words and the manner in which lie spoke them have lingered in my mind.From that day to this I have made it a practice to try to get the facts before I judge.

    About this time Elmo started another one of his most popular numbers, “Dust My Broom.” He had really gotten “his spirits on”and turned the picking over to his second guitarist, a quiet-looking young man. He was as good as the old pro himself. Elmo now dealt only with the mike, “I say raise your window, baby, I say raise your window, baby, and let me ease out real slow, I hear somebody knocking; it may be your husband, I don’t know.” At two o’clock in the morning on a Saturday night in Mississippi, after the people have worked hard all week long, listened to their white boss man raise hell all day, every day, and to their wives or husbands half the night, this is the kind of music and singing that the poor Negroes wanted to hear.

    While everyone continued to “dust their broom,” I made my way through the crowd to the hall that led into the back half of the building. This back room was divided into three sections. Actually it was not meant to be divided, but the crowds were usually so big liar the spectators had to be blocked off from the participants by a dies of two by fours. Except for the slot machines in the main section, all the gambling took place at a huge dice table and two very large card tables. The dice game, I suppose, was run in the usual way,but I am sure the interest and “carrying on” at the table are unmatched anywhere. One would have to want to play very much in order to push through that crowd to get close enough to place a bet, and he probably would never see so much money on one table even in Las Vegas.

    The big-shot gambling houses may have their poker and black jack games, but for the masses in Mississippi the card game is strictly “skin.” I had never seen a game of “skin” played until I returned to my home state. After nine years in the Air Force, including a tour inNevada, I thought I had seen every gambling game in the book;and maybe I had at that, because I doubt very seriously that “skin”I rules are laid down in Hoyle. It is a very simple game, if you canI remember fifty-two cards and the way they fall twenty different times to seven different players. In “skin” you don’t bet that you will win, but rather that everyone else is going to lose. Each player gets one card down, except the dealer who gets his card up. On the basis of the card he holds, the player is free to bet everybody else as much as he chooses that cards matching all the other players’ cards will come off the stack before one matches his. This is when the money really changes hands. Some of the professional gamblers win and lose in the hundreds or even thousands in a matter of a few hours.

    After nodding a greeting to several of my fellow Mississippians in the gambling room, I went back to the front. Just as I had taken up a new position at the bar, the “law” and his deputies walked in.You knew they were the law, because they were white and at this hour of the morning no other white men would come into a Negro joint. They carry big five-battery flashlights and, more important,guns. They walked toward the front and no one became excited.The band did not stop playing; the bartender acted as if he had not seen them. The waiters continued to carry the illegal whiskey and setups on their trays which they held high above their shoulders.One of the lawmen finally got the attention of the bartender and whispered something to him. One of the deputies sent word to the band to play a special tune.

    After the special dedication was over, I saw one of the characteristic incidents of Mississippi life enacted. Indiscriminately the law pointed to four or five Negroes. These were the victims for that night. While the waiters served bottle after bottle of illegal whiskey and no one made an effort to remove the bottles from the tables, the law was arresting victims for drinking whiskey. They chose one man for having a bottle of illegal whiskey in his pocket; I guess they thought he had bought the bottle at some other place. They took their victims out to two waiting cars and went on their way.This arbitrary method of arrest is one of the main devices of the system of “White Supremacy.” As a method of oppression it is far more effective than an arrest for specific crimes; it keeps all theNegroes in a state of fear, because one can become a victim for not committing a crime as readily as for committing one.

    Note: James Meredith was still alive in 2012 and appeared at a Tommy Johnson event .

    • crawlinkingsnake on November 28, 2016 at 9:42 AM

      Thanks Alan and no don’t believe you’ve ever posted this before. Great article and we’ll have to see we can find this book by James Meredith.
      Yes Meredith is still alive and was at the Tommy Johnson event in 2012. We were there also and had the extremely good fortune to actually meet him and his wife there in Jackson that night.

      • crawlinkingsnake on November 28, 2016 at 10:00 AM

        and for those who may have bee too young to remember or had forgot… James Meredith was the first black student to enroll at the University of Mississippi in 1962. When we met him that night he was proudly sporting his bright red Ole Miss ball cap!

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