Special thanks to one of my awesome fans for this drawing! Its awesome!
Photo Credit: Kevin Green
Special thanks to one of my awesome fans for this drawing! Its awesome!
Photo Credit: Kevin Green
Folks and Friends!
Here is a poem for Dom Flemons who will be inducted into the North Carolina Music Hall of Fame with the original Carolina Chocolate Drops! We met in Flagstaff at a poetry reading back in the day. – Gary Mex Glazner
(For Dom Flemons)
Dom + Arizona + Lowell Observatory…
Where they discovered a new star.
They call it the Intergalactic Folksinger,
It pulses a deep, blues-rich light,
Far, far away from
The outer solar system,
Calls us from before time,
Calls us to the future…
How you catch that sound?
How do you make it new?
How do you make it old?
Bring those voices to life?
Bring their bones to life?
A pinch of Piedmont,
A dash of handsome,
A bushel of “What Got Over,”
Two stepping… “Til the Seas Run Dry…”
A skillet full of “Hot Chicken…”
Here’s hoping your,
“Money Never Runs Out!”
Spinning, spinning,
O sweet orbit,
Gravity,
Sing us home…
Sing us Dom…
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Producer and guitarist Steve Dawson’s podcast series “Music Makers and Soul Shakers” features a lengthy interview with Dom Flemons this week. Listen to the episode here, or subscribe to the podcast for free on iTunes:
“I had the pleasure and honor yet again to rap with the American Songster himself, Dom Flemons, who pulls from traditions of old-time folk music, about the show he performed in and hosted to honor the legendary Folk Singer Huddie William Ledbetter, AKA Leadbelly at the Leadbelly fest in February at Carnegie Hall.
To send him home, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. requested a modern gospel composition performed by its greatest singer. In 1968, Mahalia Jackson sang out of pain, she sang out of praise, at both the funeral at Ebenezer Baptist Church and the memorial at Morehouse College. She was a large black woman with a kind and pleasant face. When she opened her voice and unleashed this powerful praise music, she vocalized the sentiments that form the foundation of the modern black church:
Precious Lord, take my hand,Lead me on, let me stand.I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m ’lone.Through the storm, through the night,Lead me on to the light.Take my hand, precious Lord,Lead me home.
Read more here.
Photo Credits: Tim Duffy