Friday, December 17, 2004
Barrelhouse Bonni's Blues for Christmas.
Ironically, while at least half of America is singing the blues over the election, people in the blues biz keep wringing their hands that the blues is dead. It’s true that American roots music (that includes Appalachian oldtime and bluegrass too) doesn’t get properly promoted while the corporate-controlled airwaves are full of mediocre and obscene music. But real music is far from dead. Just ask the folks in my home state of West Virginia who persist in gathering on front porches with their guitars, fiddles and banjos. Just ask the Chicago West Side preteens in my Austin Town Hall after-school program, all clamoring to learn boogie-woogie bass lines. Or the sixty-something Town Hall field house janitor, Mr. Lovett, who brought in his electric guitar, played some real gutbucket Delta riffs, and learned some new tricks, jamming with the jazz teacher, David Normand, and me.
It is hard to realize that many kids don’t have instruments at home, and the schools do not have music programs. Even though art and music are good ways for people to learn many different things, arts programs have been cut out of the schools. And there aren’t many minor-age venues for kids to hear blues, the way all ages of people heard blues on Maxwell Street years ago. In 2005, I want to find some way to get blues into the schools, both here and back home in West Virginia. And I want to get real blues musicians involved so the kids can get the feel for the real thing.
Let’s face it, as we struggle with personal losses, family dilemmas, and the political situation we need to be able to sing the blues to get stuff off our chests so we can survive. Blues songs can sometimes be sad and blue, but they can be funny, lively and danceable. That’s how the African-Americans survived this long. Faith that God would eventually put things right, and, in the meantime, singing the blues. They boogied to survive. Now we are all in the same boat.
This holiday season, please help us keep our blues alive. I won’t go into detail, but the blues is real here. Poverty rules on the West Side. It’s not just high rents, credit card bills for promotion expenses, and trying to keep an old bluesmobile on the road; it’s also the unpredictability of cars that get towed, misfortunes with the law, and dangers of theft and gangs. My experiences here have made me more able to understand AA’s Serenity Prayer, "changing the things we can, accept the things we can’t change, and wisdom to know the difference." Having less control over one’s surroundings makes one more humble and more reliant on help from the Almighty. I hope to be able to speak and write more about my experience here soon, but I’m still in the midst of living it. Your support right now will be greatly appreciated. Here’s how:
And by the way, I implore you all to support the election recounts and investigations. Regardless of who won or lost the presidency, we cannot let the massive fraud, machine errors, and disfranchisement in Ohio, Florida and elsewhere stand unchallenged, or people will completely lose confidence in American democracy. CHECK THESE SITES AND ACT NOW:
Peace be with you and yours this holiday season,
Bonni
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WORK FOR JUSTICE
BOOGIE TO SURVIVE
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