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DARKNESS IN THE AFTERNOON

Jesse Sublett, noir, hardboiled, Grave Digger Blues, like James Ellroy, ipad, multitouch ebook

I dig things that are cool.

UPDATE on 2.4.13: The link to the Rag Radio podcast has been fixed:

Click <strong><a href=”http://theragblog.blogspot.com/2013/02/rag-radio-thorne-dreyer-austin-noir_7.html” title=”Jesse Sublett on Rag Radio”>here</a></strong> to hear it.

 

RAG RADIO GOES NOIR: At 2 PM Friday, Feb. 1, 2013, a strange vermillion-tinged dark shadow enveloped Austin just east of I-35, a roiling cloak of noir and blues which I unpacked out of my guitar case and a couple of olive green army field bags inherited from my father-in-law, each of which was packed with wire cutters, brass and glass tubes, strings, notes, pens, etc. — no, not the tools of an assassin or saboteur, but a blues singer and crime fiction writer. I was there at the odd corner strip center studio of KOOP-FM radio to meet Thorne Dreyer, long-time Austin radical dude, for an hour of interview, music and live reading (with music) of samples from my latest work. Thorne read three parts (including a bad cop and two girls) in the story STARS IN HER HAIR, and I played three songs, including Death Letter, Levee Camp Moan and Stones in the Coffin. A persistent ear infection has reduced my hearing by about 50 %, so, even with headphones cranked, my singing ain’t what it ought to be, but if you’d like to hear the whole interview, click this link.

 

SXSW 2013 UPDATE: Our E-Book MeetUp, hosted by NETTIE REYNOLDS and myself, will be Tuesday,  March 12, 1:30-2:30 at Proof Annex. The event is open to SXSW Interactive and Platinum badge holders only. If you’ll be attending SXSW make your plans to attend now. We’d love to see you, and stay tuned for more updates on our SXSW 2013 presence.

More blurbs about Grave Digger Blues:

You are onto something with this, Jesse, I do believe. Probably you are several years ahead of the curve, but that day is coming and what you’ve put together shows how it’s gonna work. I like the video intro (“Johnny Heartbreak Blues”), by the way, have watched it several times and like the laid back groove on it. Listened to the soundcloud music, too, and the spoken word stuff. I can sorta experience how you want it to happen as I flip through the pdf of the text while listening to the cuts (though I’ve never been very good at reading while listening to music/lyrics). Hope you get the opportunity to try a live show presentation at some point, see how that flies. Thanks for sending this along so I could taste what you are up to. A labor of love, I suppose, until the world catches up. Which it will. But you were there first, amigo. All best luck and wishes! — Christopher Cook, author of ROBBERS and SCREEN DOOR JESUS

 

Christopher Cook is a Texas author who lives in Prague most of the time, also a friend of mine. You should check out his blog.

We also rec’d our first negative review of the book, from Candy Beauchamp, on Amazon, here. This may sound strange but I was kinda looking forward to a review of this sort. And I appreciate her reviewing the book; she even said she really wanted to like it, but…. didn’t. From the beginning, I knew that many readers out there would not get the style, would not fall into the druggy surrealistic stew of narrative, where some events may or may not be hallucinations, where  a headless supermodel, a super celebrity, is spoken of like Paris Hilton or Bob Dylan, her rumored appearances dotting the story like sightings of Big Foot or Elvis. I intentionally wrote Grave Digger Blues to separate the men from the boys, the women from the sorority girls, etc. So if you don’t like it, that’s fine, because although I have a heart as big as Antarctica, my skin is made of Teflon. Feel free to make your own comments on Amazon, but please be kind to Candy. You may want her to review your book someday.

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The Headless Supermodel has recently been spotted in Austin. Which makes sense, she’s always jetting around to the hip, happening places around the world.

 

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GRAVE DIGGER: INDIE AUTHOR NEWS SCOOP

GRAVE DIGGER BLUES  is in the Twittersphere, the Bloggerama, Indieland and everywhere, man. Don’t let Pearl Harbor Day sink your mood. Mix yourself a redhead, put your rowboats up on the La-Z-Boy and dig into this crazy new crime-and-mayhem adventure. I’ll let Indie Author News explain the rest:

Friday, December 07, 2012
New Indie Book Release: Grave Digger Blues (Jesse Sublett)

New Indie Book Release:
Grave Digger Blues – Jesse Sublett -
Crime Fiction – set in the near future (November 19, 2012 – 52,000 words plus Bonus Material – more than 100 photos, drawings, and collages)

Grave Digger Blues is a dark fever dream that’s part noir, part stand-up. Sublett’s writing is as apt to scare the hell out of you as it is to make you die laughing.” – Reed Farrel Coleman, three-time Shamus Award-winning author of Gun Church

About the Book

Click to Read an Excerpt on Kindle.

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The FIRST surrealist/blues/pulpfiction iPad novella, out now, on iTunes and Amazon. The Kindle version has over 100 cool photos and graphics; the Blues Deluxe Edition for iPad has music AND photos.

Click to download a sample on iTunes.

Grave Digger Blues is a blast of surreal, post-apocalyptic noir, set during the last weeks of the world. Dual protagonists drive the narrative–The Blues Cat, an itinerant, doomed jazz musician, and Hank Zzybnx, a private detective and damaged war veteran.

It’s a dangerous and strange world, shot through with bizarre beauty and dreamlike weirdness. Grizzly bears and alligators have invaded the cities, walking catfish prowl the exurbs, and the best bar in town was formerly the city Morgue.

A right wing rebellion has wrecked the infrastructure of US, and the planet is wracked by daily earthquakes, bizarre weather and mutated species. Old politicians litter the bars and circuses. Dick Cheney is a drag queen… Newt Gingrich is a security guard at WalMart.

During these hard times, the only profitable work left for a private eye is murder for hire. Hank is exclusive about his clients and only accepts contracts on people who are truly despicable menaces to society. Fortunately, as he puts it, “There’s always some scummy sonofabitch out there who needs killing and somebody willing to pay for it.”

Despite being a hired killer, in this bleak nightmare world, Hank is a sympathetic character, even a poetic figure. He’s haunted by the benevolent ghost of Marilyn Monroe, fragmented memories of the war in Murderstan, and a grifter mother who hated him before he was born.

The Blues Cat is a lady’s man, but constantly being attacked or hounded by disgruntled husbands and neurotic groupies. His body is a road map of scars from the innumerable attempts on his life. He’s followed across the country, from one dive to the next, by a 300 pound thug called The Muffin Man.

Grave Digger Blues is a nasty, raunchy, rude-boy romp that I totally loved. In its sinister way it is very, very funny. The exquisitely rendered visuals and other enhancements are great. You’ll love it, especially if you hate the Beatles.” – W.K. Stratton (Chasing the Rodeo, Boxing Shadows, Floyd Patterson: The Fighting Live of Boxing’s Invisible Champ)

About the Author:

Jesse Sublett is an author, musician, artist and all-around Austin character. He’s been an influential figure in the Austin music scene since 1978, when he founded the seminal rock n’ roll band, the Skunks, a band that is credited with helping put Austin on the rock n’ roll map. In the years since, Jesse has shared the stage with and / or recorded with luminaries like Patti Smith, ex-Rolling Stones, Go-Go’s, Elvis Costello, members of Blondie and the Clash, Jon Dee Graham and countless others.

Jesse’s first series of crime novels were set in the Austin music scene, published by Viking Penguin: Rock Critic Murders (1989), Tough Baby (1990) and Boiled in Concrete (1991). With a blues musician protagonist Martin Fender, these novels were lauded for their authentic and lyrical descriptions of the world of the working musician, critically acclaimed by critics and many well-respected authors, like Robert B. Parker, James Ellroy and Michael Connelly.

Jesse’s nonfiction books include his music and true crime memoir, Never the Same Again. The book chronicles his experiences as a musician, a harrowing battle with Stage 4 throat cancer, and the investigation of the murder of his girlfriend in 1976 by a serial killer. Never the Same Again is a rocking read–alternatingly terrifying, dark, uplifting and funny.

James Ellroy ( Confidential, American Tabloid, The Cold Six Thousand ) said: “Never the Same Again is a harrowing, wrenching, spellbinding work of great candor and soul.”

Michael Connelly (The Black Echo, Lincoln Lawyer, The Black Box) said: “Never the Same Again is an important work. Sublett takes us on a ride through life that is crazy, funny, and sometimes deeply tragic, but ultimately, an inspiring and always highly readable survivor’s tale.”

Connect with Jesse Sublett via Twitter @jesse_sublett

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22 Questions about rock, writing & other stuff

Jesse by Rhonda McDonnell

Thanks to Tim Abbott for doing his latest “22 Questions” interview with yours truly, just in time to publicize next Saturday’s (Jan. 16) gig at Evangeline Cafe with Jon Dee & Jesse’s Murder Ballad Show. You can go to the link or see the interview below.

I’ve been swamped with work on the Lubbock book and have not had time to post anything new here, but hope to catch up next week. Happy New Year!

Crazy Heart, the novel by Thomas Cobb. See the film, read the book. Period.


PS. Just caught the new film “Crazy Heart.” I’m sure you’ve heard the Oscar buzz for star Jeff Bridges on this one and he surely deserves it. Maggie Gyllenhaal is fabulous, too, and so is Robert Duvall, but no surprise there! I was a huge fan of the novel by Thomas Cobb and wanted to put in a plug here. It was published in 1987 and is now out in paperback again. The film is really good, but it would not exist without this fine novel. Last year when I was wading through the submissions for best Texas related books of the year for the Texas Institute of Letters awards, I was considering calling in sick, or dead, or imprisoned, when I finally stumbled across a couple of very good entries, and Cobb’s Shavetail was the best of the lot. It’s a fine book, set in Arizona territory in the 1870s.

The road from Mobeetie in the Texas Panhandle to old Route 66 is a lonely one. I've been spending a lot of my time there, working on the Lubbock book.


22 Questions With Jesse sublett
Written by Tim Abbott

Jesse sublett has been a musician and media writer in Austin for as long as I can remember. Our paths first crossed back in the early 1980s, when an old girlfriend Geneveve Glidden turned me onto them. Their energy was immediately addictive and they were one of my favorite Austin bands to see live. Years later,our kids went to the same school for a spell, and our paths crossed again. I have worked in surgery over the past 13 years to support my musical career, and our paths crossed again, as I know his ENT surgeon,Dr. Melba Lewis, quite well from many cases we scrubbed together at Childrens Hospital.Small world. Awhile back I caught his Murder Ballads act that he does with Jon Dee Graham,and recommend you do,too… it’s not like anything else in town,and that’s saying alot.

1- I got a notice saying drummer Terri Lord is now playing with you and John Dee Graham . Tell us about that whole approach musically,and the inspiration behind it.

Jon Dee & I do the Murder Ballad Show usually with Kory Cook on drums. We love Kory. He’s one of the best drummers in town and perfectly suited to what we do. In fact he’s been doing the Skunks gigs with us since Billy more or less decided to “sit out” the last couple of shows, so he’s perfect for that, too. But Kory is busy a lot, since he’s so good and he’s in several bands, most of which, I feel, actually take advantage of him because of his looks. Most drummers, frankly, are not the focus of the band and for good reason. You don’t want a drummer hogging the show and in my opinion, you don’t want him or her to sing, except on rare occasions. It just isn’t right. Fuck the Dave Clark 5, even tho they had some good songs. Charlie Watts, now there’s a DRUMMER. Anyway, Kory is without a doubt the most handsome drummer in town and this really puts a big strain on him. A lot of bands hire him simply because of his looks. It makes him unavailable much of the time. But I digress. WE LOVE TERRI LORD! We go way back. She’s an awesome drummer and a really fine musician. She was in the Jitters, for chrissakes. She’s practically our kid sister. She’s one of the power hitters. Google her, she’s been in scores of bands. Anyhow, when Kory got this hot date, we called Terri. And we’re looking forward to having her. We also, by the way, have Tom Lewis on drums sometimes. He’s another great, great musician but mainly we like to have him in the lineup because, when standing up, it brings our average height way over six feet. If we were the slightest bit athletic, we’d be a mediocre basketball trio.

2- I loved the murder ballads I heard you and Jon Dee play 6 months ago at a bookstore opening. Where do you guys play at on a regular basis? Who is writing the music?

The Murder Ballads Show is what it is. That is, we show up and alternate songs. No rehearsal. The whole Murder Ballad thing came up a couple or three years ago. I’ve always been a huge fan of the genre, and I read several books about it. Stagger Lee, St. James Infirmary, Long Black Veil, Streets of Laredo, Frankie & Johnny, etc., these songs are traditional murder ballads, and they go way back. Laredo goes back several centuries. What they are, is ballads, period. Death is a common theme in ballads. I was already doing a few of these songs in my solo show, and I realized that in a good number of my own songs, there were similar themes. I mean, I just don’t do the average love song. A lot of my songs are narrative, kind of mini-caper stories or crime fiction pieces. I did a couple of shows at the Scoot Inn called the Murder Ballad show. I invited Jon Dee to one of them and he said, Well, I only have a couple. I said, Hey man, why don’t you think that over for a minute? And he realized he had plenty of dark material. Like his own “Laredo”, with the line, “We shot dope till the money ran out…. the money ran out…” uh oh. So that’s the idea. We do some covers, we do our own songs. We do a lot of our brand new songs that we just wrote. Jon Dee and I have been sharing songs this way since 1979. Whenever I see him I say, Well, what you got? And he’ll play me a couple of new ones he’s working on, and I’ll do the same. He can be a cruel critic, but then again, so am I.

I will usually pull out at least 3 or 4 Howlin Wolf songs every show. Back Door Man qualifies easily, and Wang Dang Doodle, even tho no one gets killed in it (that we know of, but it could happen) is so hardboiled that no one has ever complained. Lately we’ve both been coming out with some gospelish tunes. One of my newer ones is called “Hey God” and although it sounds kind of inspiring, it’s more about the Old Testament God than the modern, touchy feely God. The chorus is “God don’t do kisses, God don’t do hugs/ once He done creation / He said, People, that’s enough.” (The capitalized Pronouns in there are purely … arbitrary) Lately I’ve been doing the BIind Willie Johnson song “God Moves on the Water” which is about the sinking of the Titanic, which I kind of ripped off for my song “The Revelator Bird.” We both have an affection for the Sacred Steel genre, too, and sometimes we do “Roosevelt, the Poor Man’s Friend”.

Really, you never know what we’re gonna do. But you have your “unplugged” bands and then you have us. When the sound man is unfamiliar, we tell him, hey, look, you see an acoustic guitar, lap steel, upright bass, don’t think we’re some wimpy folk band. We’re gonna play loud. Mix it like we’re a heavy metal band.” Usually about halfway thru the first song, they get the idea anyway.

3- lets talk past music. Do you miss playing “Cheap Girl” ? Name the top Five Skunks tunes for my jukebox.Nmae the top 5 murder ballads you want us to hear.

I don’t miss playing Cheap Girl, no. But it’s a thrill to have written a song that was such a hit. The song just really works. We used to play all over the country, lots of times in beer joints and discos, places where they had never heard of us, and they would immediately react to the song, holler, whistle, laugh, etc. I can modestly say it’s a perfectly crafted pop song, the awful lyrics aside. I remember pulling into a club in Nacogdoches, Texas, during happy hour, to set up. The locals were gathered there after work, drinking pitches, shooting pool. They didn’t want to hear of no punk band or heavy metal band from Austin, Texas. We played Cheap Girl and packed the joint later that night, had to play the song 4 times. Eventually, however, I just got tired of it.

but still, we have to put it on the Skunks juke box. Top 5 would be:

Earthquake Shake (which is just as old but I never get tired of that one),
Push Me Around,
Gimme Some,
Cheap Girl,
What Do You Want
Sister Ray

I know, that’s six.

a random 5 Murder Ballads you should hear by Jon Dee & myself:

How do you like me now? (Jon Dee)
St. James Infirmary (traditional)
When Death Comes Creeping in the Room (trad.)
That Bitch, The Sea (by me)
Big Canal (Jon Dee)
Bring me the Head of the Last Poor Fool (my me)

4- Hang ‘Em High…that was a short-lived but cool band. You have played in a number of other bands,too. Give us a quick rundown.

Hang Em High was an R&B band I formed in the 80s with some guys I’d never played with before, all of them real pros. I wanted to do my favorite songs by Al Green, Wilson Pickett, etc. It was a great experience, while it lasted. It was good for my singing voice. Some of those songs, you move so much air to get the lines out, your head feels full of pure oxygen, or something, afterward. I swear, I always felt high after a gig.

I was in a couple of bands before the Skunks. One was called Nasty Habit, then Fazz Eddie & I were in a band with Danny Coulson called Jelly Roll. It was a flashy, glam blues band. Kind of like Stevie Ray Vaughan but faster, more Stonesy. More like the Werewolves, another great 70s Texas band. Just before we started the Skunks, I played with the Violators, an all girl band except for me. They were all good friends of mine anyway, Kathy Valentine, Carla Olson & Marilyn Dean. We always hung out together and they couldn’t find a girl bass player, so it was a no brainer. It was fun. We were Austin’s first punk band, along with the SKunks. The Skunks & VIolators played a prevue show at Soap Creek on New Years Eve 1977. Then we played Fort Worth & Dallas and then Raul’s, in Feb 78. The Secret Six was my 80s band, taking my Bryan Ferry turn, mostly not playing the bass but singing only. It was a challenge, very rewarding, but inevitably, very frustrating because in Austin at the time, everybody wanted to hear the new Charlie Sexton or or SRV or True Believers, not the Austin Bryan Ferry. The locals were that way and so were the record companies. They heard Austin was hot, it was original. So they flocked here and all they wanted was that Big Texas Sound. Nothing wrong with those other bands, but that’s just not what I was doing. I had another band, Flex, which put out an EP, we had big hair, then moved to LA at the behest of my old friend Kathy Valentine who had just left the Go Go’s. We started a band called World’s Cutest Killers. Played a lot of cool gigs, mostly in California. Did a demo for Mike Chapman, Blondie’s producer. Next I played with the Carla Olson band, which had evolved from The Textones. Mick Taylor, the only guitarist to quit the Rolling Stones and live to tell about it, joined us. We recorded two albums. That was a great experience. Also in LA I had my concept band, Cloud 19, which played a bit. Mostly we did songs that I wrote while writing my mystery novels. I also wrote about the band, fictionally, in the novels.

5- what other new musical projects are on schedule for you for 2010?

I’d like to record a CD in a real studio. I record all the time in my project studio in my office, because I’m always writing new stuff and recording. However, I have several very intensive writing projects right now and I can’t begin to think about much more musical activity until those are nearly finished. I basically quit booking gigs last fall because of that, which is why I’m really looking forward to the January 16 gig at Evangeline, which will be my first gig out in a couple of months. The one gig I do have on the books and which I am hugely looking forward to is the Howlin Wolf Birthday Tribute Show at Continental Club in June. This year the Mighty Wolf would have turned 100. I put together the tribute show last year and had a lot of great guests playing the show and it was a huge success, despite the fact that we had a flash flood right before it started. So, anyway, look for that.

6- ok, you are a sorta Austin Renaissance guy, with a career in other creative arts. Tell us about your other adventures in media. For example, you have written scripts, as well as written some crime novels ala Martin Fender character ,and a cant -live-without autobio about your life and times. Elaborate for us.

I do a lot of stuff. I’ve never been fabulously successful at anything but I get to do some cool stuff that I like to do. I started out writing crime fiction in the 1980s and ended up having three mystery novels published — Rock Critic Murders, Tough Baby & Boiled in Concrete — which (all now out of print but easy to find on the internet) feature a blues bass player and part time skip tracer named Martin Fender, and they take place in Austin. Those came out in the late 80s, early 90s. Around that time I also published a bunch of hardboiled short stories set in LA, called The Clapton Stories, because the protagonist was a guy named Clapton. I started writing screenplays when producers started optioning my stuff in LA, and I wrote a bunch of spec scripts and also a few for hire. It can be good money and it can be exciting, but ultimately it’s frustrating when you keep writing stuff that never gets made. I did write the adaptation for the play called In the West which was released as Deep in the Heart (of Texas). That was fun. I wrote dozens of shows for the History Channel and the old Disney Channel, mostly war documentaries. I had a show on History called Boneyards: The Secret Lives of Machines a couple of years ago. I’ve done other stuff, for hire, and some of the most fun jobs I’ve had were corporate writing. I wrote a book called History of the Texas Turnpike that I thought would be a huge chore but it was quite fun & rewarding. I’ve written for the Chronicle, Texas Monthly, Texas Observer and New York Times. One of my best pieces is called “Adaptation” and you should go to texasobserver.org and search for my name & you’ll find it. I’ve been working on a nonfiction book about the Austin underworld & white trash mafia of the sixties for several years. My best book is Never the Same Again: A Rock N Roll Gothic, which tells the story of my music career, my fight against stage 4 throat cancer and the murder of my first love, Dianne Roberts, in 1976 on the night of my first big gig. I came home and found her, and was immediately the number one suspect. This shattered my young life for a good while. Only when I faced death in 1998, as a father, husband, etc. did I decide to try & confront these ghosts which had haunted me for 25 years. It was ultimately a grueling and horrible job to write this book, but it’s a very good book. ANd there are many humorous parts. Especially the music parts are funny.

7- how does Jesse get inspired to write music? is it melody, is it lyrics, is it both, is it bolt-of-lightning inspiration that is akin to capturing lightning in a bottle, or is it more methodical than that?

I have no idea. It’s just out there. It comes to you. Although you have to work on your craft, of course. You do the work and it comes to you, if you are lucky.

8- and then,on the other hand, how do you get inspired to conventionally write your printed word?How did you create Martin Fender, for example?

Martin Fender was a no brainer. I was obsessed with Raymond Chandler’s Phillip Marlowe and Dashiell Hammett’s Sam Spade & the Continental Op. I had that world in my mind and I looked around at the smoky nightclubs and back streets I knew, and all the fucking weird characters I knew and I said, Hey, I can transpose this to my life. Some of the time, it worked pretty well.

9- you have Dashiell Hammett all over your styles. Have you ever read Damon Runyon’s “Trials And Other Tribulations”? Its his court reporting on several sensational murder cases and brutal divorces in the 1920′s that also seem connected to your style. Name your five recommended choices for the new Hammett reader.

I haven’t read much Damon Runyon except short pieces and I couldn’t tell you the titles. I remember movies based on his writing. I love AJ Liebling, which comes to mind when you mention Runyon. With Hammett, you should start with Maltese Falcon, because even if you’ve seen the movie a dozen times, you don’t know how great the book is till you read it. Very near the top of that list is Glass Key, which is also an awesome, amazing film. I love Bloodmoney next. It’s a novella, super hardboiled, and also quite funny. Red Harvest & The Dain Curse after that. Some of the short stories still hold up very well. I love to read about Hammett maybe even more than his fiction. He was an amazing guy. He could be a real fuckup, too. He was the first modern superstar, by the way. He made millions and he spent it quicker than he made it. He had a great time… for a while. And he told those idiotic right wing assholes to go fuck themselves, too.

10- you have a sweet family, I recall them well from our kid’s days at iseley School. [I was sad to see that close a few years ago.] Your son, Dashiell, is also a musician,correct? How long have you and Lois been together?are you politically active?

Lois and I hooked up, sort of, on New years Eve 1977 and have been together ever since. Our first date was the Sex Pistols in San Antonio. We got married in 1984 and Dashiell was born in 1993. He’s a hell of a musician. Technically and in theory, he is already light years ahead of me. Of course, I have style & mojo, which takes time. The Iseley School was a great place to send the kids. He got off to a good start there. I remember you commented on my 1988 Trooper, which was a fun car.

11- Let’s talk music gear. I love your work on standup bass with the murder ballads. What type bass is it, what type strings are you using, how do you amp it, with mic or direct line?

I recently sold my Christopher bass and bought a Troubador, which is made in Rumania at a former AK-47 factory. They have great wood there in the Carpathia forests of Transylvania. It has a great dark tone and good mojo. I am really enjoying it. The old bass was fine and had very good tone. This one is very different. I really, really love playing upright. There’s so much voice and character you can put into the notes. I think I’ll be digging this until I am too old to stand up. The bass is laminate, not solid, with a Full Circle pickup. I use either a Joe Meek FloorQ compressor/preamp, or a Fishman Platinum EQ/compressor, which goes into my Ashdown EVO ABM 500, a 570 watt monster with tube preamp, which sits atop a 4×10 Ashdown cabinet. For guitar, I have a Strat but mostly I play my acoustic Blueridge BG-160. It’s kind of a poor man’s 1950s Gibson J-45.

12- as a Skunk, you play electric bass. What kind of bass are you playing,strings you are using, and what is the rig you use to power it?

For rock n roll, a la the Skunks or whatever, I add a second Asdown 4 x 10 cabinet. My electric basses are Fender Precision. There is nothing like a Fender Precision. That’s a bass, brother. My number one bass is a Fender Precision 50s model, maple neck. It is totally badass. If you gave me a Jazz bass or a Jaguar or anything else, I don’t care how much it cost, I would sell it and trade it for another P-bass. I use DE Hi Beams, the hand made ones, which are bright and round wound. They cost more but they’re worth it. I have no use for flatwound strings. I don’t use a pick, just my fingers.

13- where do you prefer to record at, and who engineers your music?

I’m not particular. I’m not much of a studio rat but if Arlyn or somebody wants me to come down and record for free I’m available. I’d like to record at Top Hat. I do most recording in my little project studio. I just played on a Marty Robbins tribute thing with Jon Dee & Tom Lewis at a little neighborhood studio, but I forgot the name. Great little studio. I’ve done some cool sessions at KUT, actually, recording there after hours.

14- you have played all over the map for decades. Name your top 5 Austin clubs from the past you played at, and what you miss about them.

1. Continental Club, because it is the coolest, with the coolest people in the coolest neighborhood, & it has always been so
2. CBGB’s, which, although the one thing everyone hears about it is that it was a dive (restrooms were horrifying) but the sound system was first rate & the stage very good, it was great to play there
3. The Rat in Boston, also renowned as a dive, but the sound system was far superior to that in most Texas clubs of the time period
4. Slim’s in San Francisco, great room
5. Palomino in North Hollywood, great old joint, good history
6. Club Foot, Austin, big old cavern, lots of secret rooms, people danced, great, great club RIP
7. Raul’s, because they gave you chance & God bless Joseph Gonzalez, Bobby Morales & Roy “Raul” Gomez
8. The Island in Houston was just about the worst place we ever played in the country & in a feat of rare achievement, the place got worse every time we went back.

Oh yeah, I see you said Austin clubs. The Armadillo was great, though the sound was odd onstage, it was a blast to play there. Duke’s was OK. Nice big stage. Mother Earth was awful, but we liked playing there. The Back Room was a low rent, rowdy, often violent place with a tiny stage (when we used to play there, I think, every other Wednesday night), and we had to play four sets, which is a lot of work, for $250. But we got free drinks, the sound system was great, and we loved it. Soap Creek, when it was on North Lamar, was the best incarnation of that club. Had a great gig out there opening for the Fabulous Thunderbirds. I never played a Willie Nelson picnic but I was at the first one and by the way, it sucked big time and I don’t care what kind of mythology you have heard about it, but I’ll fight anybody who says otherwise. All the performers were drunk and horrendous.

15- you survived L.A… though it did it’s best to kill you. you are a survivor on a number of fronts,but most importantly, you are a cancer survivor. I know well your story, but many here do not. Tell us about how our mutual friend,Dr Melba Lewis, changed your life.

I love LA & hope to live there again someday. My cancer probably began here, from the stress, grief and guilt over Dianne’s murder. I had a lump in my throat, just under the jaw line, beginning in about 1993 or earlier, but ignored it for a long time. Finally, an ENT there said, Let’s take it out and he did, and the pathology said it was benign. Got home from the hospital and the Northridge quake struck. Maybe my doctor was distracted because his home in the hills cracked in half, I don’t know, but he said I had nothing to worry about. THis was early 1994. Returning to Austin, I went to see a series of less that A list doctors. Finally, Dr. Hillary Miller of ARC did some tests (she’s fabulous) and recommended Dr. Melba Lewis, an otolaryngologist who did her residency with Dr. Suen (sp) who literally wrote the book on head & neck cancer. Dr. Lewis suspected immediately that the pathology in 1994 was wrong, and during the tests, had the LA lab send samples of the cells they had tested and sure enough, they were wrong, I had squamous cell carcinoma which began in the right tonsil. By this time it was spread thruout my neck, mouth, throat. The surgery took over 13 hours, removing the jugular vein, right tonsil, muscle, saliva glands and lots of tissue in my throat. Still the area was positive and of 80 lymph nodes tested, 48 were positive. I had about 4 percent chance of survival. Taking what was then a relatively unconventional protocol, Dr. Lewis sent me for massive chemo and radiation after the surgery. To make a long story short, it appears to have worked!

Melba is a ballroom dancer; her original plan was to become a writer or to pursue some kind of literary career. She’s a Skunks fan. She definitely saved my life and I love her to death. I’ve sent a lot of other guys to see her, many of them being people who would be known to our FB friends, and the ones who stuck with her are still alive today. I don’t want to make too big of a deal about this, but the guys who decided to go to MD Anderson are all dead now.

16- hearing news that you aren’t ,uh,supposed to be here must be pretty humbling.And yet, here you are,with vigor. I have always been amazed by your spirit, your drive. What are your spiritual thoughts…religious? agnostic? Many people reading this have been touched by cancer, or by the loss of a loved one to it. You should know that you serve as inspiration to them. You seem to have boundless creativity.What vitamins are you on?

That’s flattering. My memoir did not set any sales records, but I certainly have gotten a huge payback in the people who have read it and felt inspired, encouraged, etc.,from it. One part of it is grief, the awful black hole of despair you can fall into when someone close to you dies, whether it’s from violence or natural causes. We sort of learn that you go on, one step at a time, that things like this have been happening since the world began. The pain never goes away but somehow, you learn to deal with it. Then we have the surreal and unique pleasures of cancer and cancer treatment to the part of your body you use to eat, smell, taste, kiss, talk, sing, etc. It is extremely bizarre to have your sense of smell, for example, turn into a source of torture and dark humor. When hazelnut coffee smells like rancid bacon, when you can smell a friend coming a block away, and it isn’t a pleasant smell, when ordinary food tastes like rat poison, and even if the smell and taste weren’t an issue, your mouth and throat and tongue no longer work together, and swallowing a spoonful of mashed potatoes requires herculean effort. When you have no saliva. When you get ulcers in your mouth that burn like red hot pincers. When you worry that your teeth will fall out because of the radiation (always a concern). All these things… you get the idea. You begin to wonder, will life ever seem normal again? You think, what about 50% normal, I’d settle for that. And time passes and things get better. It’s a relief to talk to someone who’s bee there. I am so happy to be able to be that person.

I don’t think of myself as being particularly good at anything except electric bass and I am funny. I am a real monster on the electric bass,I don’t mind admitting that. I have some skills with words and I make pretty good crude drawings of naked women. Other than that I am mediocre at most things, however, I have been lucky that since a child I had a sort of criminal disposition. I used to lie about not having done my homework because I was too busy drawing in class and the teachers let me get away with it, or gave me extra time in art because I was doing something special. I’m talking about the first grade. I’ve been lucky that people have indulged me which has given me time to make stuff up.

I like birds & cats & nature. These things inspire me. I feel religious when I watch whooping cranes & herons.

17- how long have you and Jon Dee known each other? he’s been dealing with health issues,too,as I understand it.

Jon Dee Graham & I met when he tried out for the Skunks in February 1979. He passed the audition. The guy before him had a beard ( a big no no for the Skunks) and played Grateful Dead riffs (another big no no) and as we were packing up, wanting him to get the hell out of there, he sat on a stool and played and sang “Dust in the Wind.” Billy and Richard and I wanted to kill him. But back to Jon Dee, we are very very close. He’s the only guy on my speed dial besides Dashiell. He’s getting much better lately. He had a near fatal crash in 2008, losing his spleen, etc., then fell off a ladder & broke 16 ribs. Dealing with pain and related problems has been an epic struggle for him. Lately he’s been much better. He’s got a monster of a heart, so there’s always hope that he will overcome anything short of being run over by a bus or something.

18- give us your top ten list for books you read for 2009

The War that Killed Achilles, Caroline Alexander
Goya, Robert Hughes
Boxing Shadows, Kip Stratton
Nobody Move, Denis Johnson
Let that Bad Air Out, Stefan Berg (a wordless graphic novel about Buddy Bolden, who “invented” jazz)
Down & Out on the Murder Mile, Tony O’Neill
Moanin at Midnight, the life & times of Howlin Wolf, Segrest & Hoffman
Nine Dragons, Michael Connelly
I’ll Do My Own Damn Killin’: Benny Binion, Herbert Noble & the Texas Gambling War, Gary Sleeper
Hero of the Underground, Tony O’Neill & Jason Peter
Bird, Colin Tudge

19- early influences of yours were? and what morphed from that into the Skunks?

Rolling Stones, the Who, Iggy & the Stooges, Yardbirds, Willie Dixon, Howlin’ Wolf, Velvet Underground, New York Dolls, Bryan Ferry & Roxy Music. We started out playing Stonesy style blues & early rock n roll, and we played it loud & raw; and our band (Jelly Roll) broke up. We had no singer. Eddie & I decided we could do it, that a trio was the way to go, and we just did it. We already knew dozens of songs and weren’t afraid to play ones we didn’t know, either, but of all those, I knew very few that I could sing & play bass on, so this jumpstarted my songwriting like nothing else. That’s basically it. Plus, we wanted to get out of Austin, and we just wanted to start a band, play a few gigs, and move to LA and do it there. But I met Lois & decided to stick around. Eddie took off and Jon Dee took over.

20 – which was the best yr in music? 1955…1967…1971…1978…1981…or 1989?

I don’t have any opinion on that. They’re all good. I listen to the radio less every year, so what is going on currently doesn’t necessarily affect me a whole lot. I keep digging backwards, actually, lately seeking out more jazz and more old, weird Americana, like Sacred Steel, Mance Lipscomb, stuff like that. I’ve been on an extended kick with Modern Jazz Quartet.

21- who would you like to work with locally that you haven’t yet?

Somebody who would let me run a dinner club and set up a band to back me up so I could come in wearing my tuxedo, sing a couple of songs, then go around shaking hands with everybody, just like in the movies. I have been trying to get Lou Ann Barton to record with me for many years. We are good friends and we love each other but it hasn’t worked out yet. Somebody should give me a Saturday night bill that I could share with Izzy Cox. I’d like to do some duets with her, like “I’m just here to get my baby out of jail” and one of her songs, I forgot the title, but it’s a love song. She’s a helluva gal.

22- give me 5 songs you play on from any timeframe of yours for my pirate radio station….and what radio staions locally do you listen to?

You want the titles or mp3s? the titles would be, I guess, “The Sea”, “Baby Saw Red,”(solo) “Who Put the Sting on the Honey Bee,” (my song, playing with Carla Olson / Mick Taylor Band) “Telewoman” (Skunks) & “Beat the Devil out of me.” (solo) “That’s How the Devil Rolls” by me solo, about Jon Dee’s near fatal crash

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BOOK REVIEW: Nine Dragons by Michael Connelly

Nine Dragons hits stores everywhere October 12.

Nine Dragons hits stores everywhere October 13.

Fans of novelist Michael Connelly will have noticed by now that with each new novel featuring Lt. Harry Bosch, his veteran LAPD homicide detective, the pace is quicker, the plotting is tighter, the knuckles whiter. Not that any of these aspects were ever lacking before. Since his 1992 debut with The Black Echo, which won that year’s Edgar (a fact I well know since I was on the panel of judges that awarded it), Connelly increases his credibility each time out as a writer who knows LA, LA cops, noir, and all the inherent genre traditions that implies. This would be a simple matter if his first book had been a lame one, but it wasn’t (see above). Now, over a dozen novels later, the suspense and speed of his narratives has almost become too much to bear, going beyond the “can’t put it down” syndrome to the “where the hell can he go next?” question.

In Nine Dragons, which comes out on October 12, the question eventually even finds voice with Bosch himself. Believe it or not.

Connelly is a master at many of the things that draw us back to the deep well that is the noir novel. He gets the unique mood and weirdness of Los Angeles people, weather, traffic and the circus life, and he expertly uses music to not only establish mood, but inner dialogues. In Nine Dragons, Bosch listens to Ron Carter song on his iPod and observes that the veteran jazz bassist always seems to be driving the groove and pushing the tempo ahead, no wonder Carter mostly worked as a bandleader; he’s the kind of guy who has to run the show, even when he was working with Miles Davis. This isn’t just a comparison between the personalities of a jazz musician and a cop, but an omen of trouble ahead. Big trouble.
This novel starts with Bosch impatiently waiting for a new case. He is rewarded with a call to South LA, where an Asian liquor store owner has been murdered. History intersects, because Bosch met the victime during the LA riots and, as usual, LA’s psychic history is also Bosch’s psychic history. At first it looks like a routine robbery, but of course it isn’t. The victim was paying off a Chinese triad. Bosch picks up leads and clues where others see nothing and the case acquires momentum, though not, at first, enough for Bosch. Then he gets a cell phone video from his daughter, Maddie, now living in Hong Kong with Eleanor Wish, the estranged ex. Maddie has been kidnapped.
Within hours, Bosch is on a plane to Hong Kong, an outraged American cop with a mission. Meanwhile, the prime suspect in the murder, an Asian gang member who was captured on video collecting the weekly payoff from the victim, may have to be released from custody if certain elements of the case don’t come together, leaving things literally up in the air.
Arriving in Hong Kong and assisted only by Eleanor and her new lover, a Chinese man named Sun Yee, Bosch hits the place like a volley of Cruise missiles. The first site of impact is a bizarre bazaar of a hotel where he believes Maddie may be held captive. Bodies pile up quickly and the assault goes badly. The collateral damage isn’t just limited to the locals, either, and it should be no surprise to learn that the case quickly acquires numerous new twists.
Now, at this point, I’ll back off in the interest of spoiling the rest of the plot for you, but it’s worth mentioning that Nine Dragons does seem to belong to that category of cowboyish novels, where the righteous lone wolf hero is so inflamed with his mission that he lets nothing stand in his way. He’s so ferocious in his exalted rage that he can even invade a foreign — and in this case, very foreign — land and triumph against not only powerful and deadly foes, but a culture that’s almost extraterrestrial to the average American reader.
But, you say, Connelly is such a superb writer, the calories expended in suspending our disbelief will quickly burn off. The ride will be worth it, and the superabundance of procedural details and authenticity he brings to every book will still be enough to make you feel like you yourself could pass the exam at the LAPD academy, if you cared to go into that line of work. I mean, Connelly has so much cred with the boys in blue that he does book signings at the Los Angeles Police Academy.
Once I finished this book, however, I had another take on it. This is more than Connelly having Bosch dressed up in John Wayne drag, circa The Searchers. It’s much more. It doesn’t take a genius to see this as a post-9/11 allegory. Think about it, and not just because, if you slur the word just right, Bosch sounds a little like Bush. A tough American, outraged by an attack on his beloved, invades another country, vows to let nothing stand in his way. Things don’t go well. Lots of collateral damage. And in the end, the situation turns out to be quite a bit different than he had believed. Reacting quickly and unleashing Old Testament style vengeance has unforeseen consequences. Were the villains killed in these attacks nice guys? No. But they weren’t necessarily the right enemy to go after, and in the end, the carnage he inflicts is so extensive and horrible it may in fact be beyond salvation. The worst thing of all is that he realizes that he was, in many ways, the instigator of most of it.
So, it’s time for introspection and a wise, more measured way of doing things in the future, which is kind of where we’re at now, in the age of Obama. I hope it lasts a long time. And I surely mean that for the future of Michael Connelly novels as well. Just don’t slow them down too much.

Playing the noir jazz blues at the Texas Book Festival.

Playing the noir jazz blues at the Texas Book Festival.

I’ve known Connelly since 1991. We met in LA before The Black Echo came out. At the time, I was writing my series of Martin Fender novels, and he was still a reporter on the crime beat at the LA Times. A couple of years ago, he and I did a joint appearance at the Texas Book Festival, where we were both promoting our latest products (I forgot which novel he was on, but as I am less prolific, book-wise, I know that mine was my last one, Never the Same Again: A Rock n’ Roll Gothic). Since music plays a significant role in his writing and since music has played a significant, to say the least, role in mine, I played a set of murder ballads and original tunes on my upright bass, punctuated by breaks during which he and I interviewed each other on music, life, noir, writing and other things. It was a pretty cool gig. Sure beats working.

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9.19.09 MURDER BALLADS: WINKING AT DEATH WITH A SONG

Mance Lipscomb, a singer whose well of experience ran very, very deep.

Mance Lipscomb, a singer whose well of experience ran very, very deep.

I’m trying to remember when this fascination with murder ballads began. Perhaps it was around 1982 or so when I was on the road about half the time and I began swapping hardboiled crime novels with guys we were touring with, mostly John Schmidt, the bass player in a great Cincinnati-based band called the Erector Set, and Johnny Reno, the fabulous saxophonist and singer from Fort Worth. I’m talking about Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, Raoul Whitfield, David Goodis, and lots of others. I think around the time I came across a line like, “She’s so mean she’d smash your face just to hear the bones crack,” a light went off somewhere in the back of my head.
Raoul Whitfield's, Green Ice, a hardboiled novel about an ex-con, an emerald heist and lots and lots of trouble.

Raoul Whitfield's, Green Ice, a hardboiled novel about an ex-con, an emerald heist and lots and lots of trouble.

I started thinking about noir a lot more seriously than ever. I started writing noir lyrics, then short stories, then novels and later, screenplays.
A few years back, I dug deeper. I had always loved the song “Streets of Laredo” (based on a traditional song called “The Cowboy’s Lament“) and at one point, I think it was in a trivia column by the great L.M. Boyd, I read that the song’s roots went back hundreds of years. I started inserting the song in my version of the Velvet Underground tune, “Sister Ray,” and I came across this fantastic blog by a writer named Rob Walker called “Letters from New Orleans.” He wrote a few posts about the song “St. James Infirmary” which prompted a flood of responses. He kept digging, kept writing, and next thing you know, it’s a book. It’s not the only one. Robert W. Harwood also wrote one, called “I Went Down to St. James Infirmary” which you can read about on his own blog, which also continues the research. This is deep stuff. Check it out. “St. James Infirmary” is just a song in the sense that the cemeteries of New Orleans are just compost.

Check out Youtube for clips of Mance Lipscomb performing; there are quite a few. I first saw him when I was just a young teenager at the Vulcan Gas Company and he knocked me out. I produced a short TV segment on him a few years later and was able to cobble together some rarely seen clips from a guy who worked at Armadillo World Headquarters and was handy with a camera, a Super 8, I think it was. Also had footage of local musicians, including Lucinda Williams, visiting Mance in the hospital here when he was ill. I ended the segment with a clip from the great Les Blank film on Mance, which ends with “St. James Infirmary.”

The song is fascinating on so many levels, because in the first verse, the singer is talking about going to see his dead gal at the infirmary where she’s “laid out on the cooling table,” then in other verses (there are hundreds of versions of the song) he’s talking about himself, envisioning his own funeral train, pulled by “six white horses” and dressed up in a “box back coat and Stetson hat / so my friends can see that I died pat.” I like my own version: “When I die carry me in six pink Cadillac hearses / I want Aretha Franklin to sing me a song / I want a rock n’ roll band jammin’ on my coffin / playin’ ‘Louie Louie’ as we roll along.”

In reality, however, I would settle for a keg party and a set by the fabulous Lady Bo (Bo Diddley’s original guitarist).

Lady Bo, Queen of the Electric Guitar

Lady Bo, Queen of the Electric Guitar

In the 1971 Les Blank film, “A Well Spent Life,” Mance ends the song with the verse “Well, she’s gone, good Lord, God bless her / wherever she may be / she can search the round world over / but she’ll never find another man like me.” In this particular clip, however, he sings the last line as “you’ll never find another Mance like me,” and with a final flourish on the guitar, he winks at the camera… and at Death, too.

Born in 1895, Mance grew up in East Texas during the brutal Jim Crow era. He worked as a sharecropper, among other things, like road construction. Texas Ranger Frank Hamer befriended him. After spending a good deal of his life as a “songster,” performing a massive repertoire of songs that defied the conventional, narrow definition of the blues, he found a measure of fame in the last couple of decades of his life. Recordings preserved his unique fingerpicking skills and his personable and often humorous vocal delivery. It’s fair to say that Mance lived an epic life, one that embodied a good deal of America’s racial and cultural history. There was a whole lot of life behind that wink.

Mance Lipscomb, left, and Sunnyland Sunnyland Slim

Mance Lipscomb, left, and Sunnyland Sunnyland Slim

By the way, the Mance Lipscomb collection I just got is called “Trouble in Mind.” Coincidentally, Frank Sinatra, who was a big fan, issued the title track on his own label in 1970. You can download this anthology from iTunes for $11.99, a bargain for 24 tracks, including songs like “You’re Gonna Look Like a Monkey When You Get Old” and “When Death Comes Creeping in Your Room.” However, “St. James Infirmary” is not on it. The documentary is the only commercially available thing I know of that documents his performance.

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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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Stones in my Passway: The Other Mick (Taylor, that is)

Thanks to Tex Edwards for bringing the story in London’s Daily Mail about ex-Rolling Stone Mick Taylor. The headline says it all: The Rolling Stone who’s stony broke: Why Mick Taylor lives in a rundown Suffolk semi with a shabby car. I hate to drop lines like this, but I have very fond memories of playing with Mick (Taylor, that is) when I lived in LA in the late 1980s and early 1990s. I was playing with Carla Olson and one day her husband and manager Saul Davis said, “How do you feel about doing a record and a tour with Mick Taylor in the band?” I was all for it, of course. Any misgivings about how we would get along flew out the window when I handed him a copy of my first novel, Rock Critic Murders, and he read it over the weekend and said he liked it very much. “Raymond Chandler was really the best, wasn’t he?” Mick said, and I agreed. That made two things we agreed on whole heartedly: Howlin’ Wolf and Raymond Chandler. It’s one thing to play with a great guitarist. There’s a lot of those out there. But to play with one of the greatest guitarists who ever lived, a guy who can spin a whole orchestra out of his instrument, who can conjure up epic walls of sound in a 30 second solo, that’s another thing. Then you have that undeniable sound from all those classic Stones LPs, plus those Hubert Sumlin licks from songs like “Little Red Rooster” and “Killin’ Floor,” which Mick could do like no one else. It was a real life changing experience. There were nights when I actually found myself dropping out of the song because I couldn’t believe some of the stuff he was playing and I just wanted to listen instead of playing my bass. Mick also liked the songs I wrote in Carla’s band, “Who Put the Sting on the Honey Bee” and “World of Pain.” If that sounds self-serving, oh well. It sure made my day.
We recorded both those songs with Mick, “Honey Bee” appearing on the live CD, “Too Hot for Snakes,” released on Watermelon Records in 1990 and “World of Pain” on “Within An Ace,” the follow-up studio CD.
We always played a few Stones covers on those shows. “Silver Train” and “You Gotta Move” were favorites, but “Sway” was always a show-stopper.
I’ve written about all this already in my memoir, Never the Same Again: A Rock n’ Roll Gothic, so I am covering old ground again, but reading the Daily Mail piece brought it all flooding back. Mick has put on quite a few pounds since I last saw him. Maybe he’s put on weight because he’s stopped doing drugs. I don’t know. It’s none of my business, but if that’s the cause, maybe it’s a good start, a fair trade for now. Anyway, I wish him well.
When I first started playing seriously in the mid-1970s, it was with Eddie Munoz, who later formed The Skunks with me and Bill Blackmon here in Austin (After the Skunks, Eddie joined the Plimsouls; now he’s playing bass in a band called Magic Christian). (Oh yeah, Blondie drummer Clem Burke is in the band, too. Which is cool.) Carla was Eddie’s girlfriend at the time and whenever we were around each other, we’d end up jamming on Stones songs. We must have played 50 or 100 different Stones songs. We idolized the Stones. We cut and sprayed our hair like Keith Richards. We imagined we WERE the Stones.
When we did the tour with Mick, we had Ian McLagan on keyboards. Ian had done many tours with the Stones. We had two saxophonists, 3 backing singers, and Barry Goldberg (Electric Flag) on keyboards (as well as McLagan) and Juke Logan on harmonica. It was a helluva band. It wasn’t the Stones, but it was cool as shit.
Oh yeah, one of the saxophonists was my cousin, Joe Sublett, who also played with a little blues band from Austin called Paul Ray & The Cobras, sometimes referred to as the band Stevie Ray Vaughan was in back when he was Austin’s little secret.
Odd that after all those years in Austin, where people constantly got Joe mixed up with me and me mixed up with Joe (Let’s see, we’re both tall, we’re both musicians, we have the same last name & first initial, but still…), we had to move to LA before we ever played any gigs together.
A couple of weeks ago I was in Nordstrom’s picking up a new suit. The salesman there mentioned that he used to be a musician long ago, too. In fact, he had gone to high school with me and Lou Ann Barton in Fort Worth.
I said, “That’s cool… yeah…” Someday, I guess I will have to grow a mustache start playing the saxophone. That will really screw people up!

Playing with Mick Taylor and Carla Olson at the Roxy in LA 1990; that's the headstock of my bass in the lower left. Don't expect to get in many photos if you are playing with a rock star, even an ex-rock star.

Playing with Mick Taylor and Carla Olson at the Roxy in LA 1990; that's the headstock of my bass in the lower left. Don't expect to get in many photos if you are playing with a rock star, even an ex-rock star.

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MUSIC: Murder in the Worst Degree

Thanks again to Austinella for providing me with the clip that follows this blurb. A couple of weeks ago, Jon Dee Graham and I brought our Murder Ballad Show (with Kory I. Cook on drums) to Evangeline Cafe. Charlotte Shafer did a great short review and photo essay. For this show, we pull from our joint repertoires of dark songs of murder, madness and despair. Some are traditional covers, like “St. James Infirmary,” “Back Door Man,” and so forth. We don’t do “Stagger Lee” or “Frankie & Johnny,” at least not yet. The tradition behind songs like these goes back at least 400 years or so. Ballads about crimes of passion, killers and outlaws were printed on broadsheets and posted in public. A very good book about the tradition, “The Rose & the Briar,” edited by Greil Marcus and Sean Willenz, collects a bunch of essays on the subject, each essay devoted to a single song. I have not read the graphic novel, Stagger Lee, by Derek McCulloch, but I’ve just ordered it. I have, however, read “Stagolee Shot Billy,” by Cecil Brown and I can’t recommend it highly enough. Most people don’t realize this but the person known as Stagger Lee (also Stagolee, Stack Lee, etc.) was a real person, and although a Stetson hat was involved, the killing was largely over political passions. It’s a great story. Read some details on Wiki.

The song captured on video at the Evangeline show was “Murder in the Worst Degree.” The clip runs out during the last verse, which is about the Houston woman who ran over her philandering husband with a Ford Navigator and then, as the song says, “backed over him again and again… her lawyer was Dick DeGuerin / the jury was on her side / called it justifiable homicide.” I know Dick and I sent him a copy of the lyrics but did not get a thumbs up or down from him on it. But that’s OK; he’s a country singer anyway.

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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

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