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New Pulp Fiction: THE LAST DETECTIVE AT THE END OF THE WORLD

The Last Detective @ the End of the World

Here’s another excerpt from my serial novella Grave Digger Blues. Click on LAST DETECTIVE below, and the story will open as a PDF file.

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Unless otherwise noted, all photos in this chapter are by Mona Pitts/Neon Beige Photography. The book cover image in the PDF is by Ricardo Acevedo. An audio version of this chapter, with an original noir music soundtrack by Johnny Reno, can be downloaded here. Alternately (that’s French for “Or”) you can play it on my big bad hardboiled noir blog jukebox here:

THE LAST DETECTIVE 2

Click for last week’s installment, STARS IN HER HAIR.

Follow Mona Pitts, photographer / model extraordinaire, femme fatale of the world of Grave Digger Blues.
Follow the awesome Todd V. Wolfson, who shoots stars in Austin.

Follow Ricardo Acevedo, photographer/artist/poet, dangerously talented, floats like a butterfly stings like a bee.

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RANDOM ENCOUNTER WITH HOWLIN WOLF

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Chester Arthur Burnett, a k a The Howlin' Wolf

This morning on the Rag Blog I was delighted to find this off-hand masterpiece of a memory by Carl R. Hultberg. “When I was sixteen I made a fateful trip to New York City to visit my grandfather, Jazz critic Rudi Blesh,” he begins. “Rudi lived off the Bowery and in the Village he was in his element.” In the account that follows, he slips out of a Bleeker St. jazz club where someone, probably Erroll Garner is playing (“It was 1966, man, what did I need to be listening to jazz for?”), then finds himself bored by the prospect of seeing young James Taylor (“but it wasn’t the Lovin’ Spoonful so I got out of there…”). Ah,youth! If I was lucky enough to be in NYC in 1966 instead of Johnson City, Texas, I’m sure I would’ve made the same choices. James Taylor, not many regrets, but I know I’d feel remorseful about seeing some real jazz. But the great part comes next, when he ends up in Cafe au Go Go and catches the mighty Howlin’ Wolf and band. Front row is Davy Jones, of The Monkees, serenaded by the Mighty Wolf. Good god, man!  Here’s the link, but I have to say congrats to Carl for saying “There really are no words to describe this set for me.” Indeed! Waaaaooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” says it all, and only the Wolf himself can do that right.

Through the Gate in ’66 .

 

 

PS, I have written about the Wolf before, including in my first novel, Rock Critic Murders. Be sorry — VERY SORRY! — if you missed the Howlin’ Wolf Birthday Tribute Party I hosted at the Continental Club last June. But be of good cheer, pilgrims, we are doing it again in June 2010, when we celebrate 100 years of the Mighty Wolf.

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The Howlin' Wolf Birthday Tribute, June 10, 2009, by Ricardo Acevedo

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9.17.09: I KNOW IT, POET, JUNKIE OR NOT

Tony O'Neill, junkie poet/novelist extraordinaire

Tony O'Neill, junkie poet/novelist extraordinaire

You gotta dig this guy, Tony O’Neill. A fab musician, he was on Top of the Pops age 18, also a serious junkie headed for long and trashy flameout. You think junkies are glamorous? That means either you are so junked out you don’t know any better or you a snot nosed idiot. But despite all the ways that Tony should have died and halfway did die, he’s still got more talent left in his little finger (needle scars and all) than you’ll find on the average street of dreams. Check out Down and Out on the Murder Mile, his latest full length novel of drug abuse and other sick lifestlyes and, yes, redemption. It’s his third novel and all the others have been about junk and depravity, too. He’s a young, hip Bukowski and I say that without irony. Dig it. His next book will be called Sick City.
I met Tony when a French publisher, 13e Note Editions, bought a short story of mine called “Moral Hazard” for an upcoming Noir anthology. (The same story, by the way, will come out first in Lone Star Noir, an anthology from Akashic, edited by another favorite poet of mine, Bobby Byrd.) I gave them a taste of Austin Noir. I humbly submit that I am the guy who could give to them. Why? I am the guy who loves “Touch of Evil” by Orson Welles more than anyone you know. I read “The Girl From Hateville” by Gil Brewer three times and I have four copies of “Kitten with a Whip,” two of the original Tuesday Weld cover and two with the Ann Margret, playing with tiger kittens, no less. I used to have twice that many.
And maybe all the foregoing, my love for noir, that is, helps explain my extreme fondness for the work of Tony O’Neill. Because while the junkie life is not glamorous, there can be a terrible beauty in the truth it brings out, particularly in the hands of a gifted artist.
Perhaps it’s also relevant that I am getting ready for my gig at Ruta Maya, where as a blues and murder ballad troubadour I will be outnumbered by the poets, wordjazz bohos and other performers, so perhaps that’s one reason I have my favorite junkie poet (ex-junkie, that is) in mind. I love Garcia Lorca, Michael Ondaatje and Denis Johnson, too. Hey. I write a poem now and then that I don’t set to music. More on that later.
Tony O'Neill, Down and Out on the Murder Mile

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ART BLOG #2: New work, Ruta Maya 9.17.09

I’m uploading 15 new pen & ink pix from my new little black book, which is actually red. Tragically, I lost my last little black book. It happened last week when I went to Dallas and Fort Worth, so between here and there and in between, who knows? Johnny Reno and Christina put me up for the night and Johnny and I hung out in his studio for a while, but Johnny says no dice, it ain’t nowhere to be found. I expect to see it on ebay soon. Fortunately I had not only scanned all or nearly all of the art inside, but I had removed or pasted over the most embarrassing of the song lyrics I had scribbled in there. Actually, many of these drawings originated in that manner. First, have about four or five espressos (the lever model Pavoni is the one we have; it makes a killer shot), take a walk at the lake and scribble all the new ideas for songs and/or prose in the book. Later, in a more reflective mode, look them over and realize that 90 percent of that was crap. So I sketch in a naked woman over the writing and add color with my Faber Castell Pitt art pens. Or I might paste some other lyrics or clippings or something over the offending lines. Whatever.
When I mention espresso, by the way, I am talking about dark harrar, which comes from Ethiopia, the mother of coffee. Centuries of history in every cup. I only buy my whole beans from Texas Coffee Traders, which imports them and roasts them to perfection.
Now I have these new ones, mostly naked women, from the weekend. Perhaps the rain was partial inspiration. Many more birds on the lake since the rain. Yesterday I spotted one little green heron, one yellow crown night heron, at least ten common egrets and a whopping 15 (yes, fifteen) green parrots. I don’t count the swans, ducks, pigeons or coots, as they’re always there.
Ruta Maya International on South Congress, Thursday Sept. 17, we’ll be having Bohemian Beat Night, with live music, including blues, murder ballads and word jazz. Hip stuff. Young Sam Kanoff, of Austin’s Khabele School, will be joining me on guitar, along with Doug Marcis on drums, Bruce Salmon on bass. My set begins at 9 PM. Around 10:15 or so, Harold McMillan and the Word Jazz Low Stars will do a set with a stunning array of local spoken word artists, including Thom “The World Poet” Moon and Ricardo Acevedo. After 11;30 or so, expect madness. More murder ballads, spoken word, Beat vibes, etc.
Do I have to explain all this? I think not.
Cover is only $5, college students get a discount. Cigars, coffee, beer, wine, espresso, sandwiches, cookes, brownies. What more could you want? Don’t answer that… just come!

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ART BLOG: Day One

It was my old pal and mentor, Ed Ward, who suggested I start an art blog. I always take Ed’s advice seriously because although he hated my band, The Skunks, when he first arrived in Austin as the new music critic for the Austin American Statesman, he also never hesitated (as far as I know) to pay me a compliment when he did like something of mine. That included my fledgling efforts at becoming the rock n’ roll Raymond Chandler, way back in 1983, when we were young & full of beans, instant messaging meant a telegram, tires were square and a rock band was guitar, bass & drums. I think there were still some dinosaurs roaming around hereabouts, too. Oh yeah, and everyone knew that the “M” in MTV stood for “music,” because they had the revolutionary idea of playing MUSIC VIDEOS on TV! Now they’ve become just another lame spigot for shilling crap to buy and reality shows.
The only topic of my first art blog is this: I am starting one. Here are my first entries. And one other thing, if you’d like to buy any, go to the catalogue, pick something out and contact me at jesse(at)jessesublett(dot)com and be sure to put “art inquiry” in the subject line. This phase of drawing began with my little black books, where I usually scribble my first ideas for songs and writing projects. I ended up taking over a set of colored art pens I bought our son for Christmas when he was in his Pokemon phase. But he never used them much. After using them up, I switched over to Faber Castell, which has very rich color. I love Picasso, Joan Miro, Dali. I like women and watermelons, espresso and single malt scotch whiskey and cats. Jazz, playing upright bass, Mose Allison, Julie London, Billie Holiday, Howlin’ Wolf and of course, Tom Waits. Maybe that comes through. Oh yeah, French crime films and almost anything Italian. And who doesn’t like Tex Mex?

Girl Next Door With Watermelon

Girl Next Door With Watermelon

I Love Her Watermelon & She's So Sweet

I Love Her Watermelon & She's So Sweet

My Man Ain't No Good, After We Make Love He Sleeps All Day

My Man Ain't No Good, After We Make Love He Sleeps All Day

#1 of 3: The Courting, beginning with the tradition gift of a giant carp

#1 of 3: The Courting, beginning with the tradition gift of a giant carp

#2 of 2: The Argument

#2 of 2: The Argument

3 of 3: Reconciliation

3 of 3: Reconciliation

Book Club

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MUSIC: BOHEMIAN BEAT NIGHT AT RUTA MAYA

On Thursday, Sept. 17, we are trying out a new residency gig at Ruta Maya International Headquarters on South Congress. It’s called Bohemian Beat Night and it’s a mixture of words and music both spoken and sung, backed by musicians with a fire in the belly for both. Our inaugural night will star me, Jesse Sublett, Ricardo Acevedo, Bruce Salmon and Harold McMillan and the Word Jazz Lo Stars. Expect the unexpected. The poster, by Ricardo Acevedo, will set the tone, I trust.

by Ricardo Acevdo

by Ricardo Acevdo

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