in my funky hotel in montreal ...
there are three american bluesmen sitting above me, ray charles, b.b.
king and who? clarence gatemouth brown, i think. i'm the only person
in this place that would have a ghost of a chance of knowing and i
don't. the nutcracker is playing over the p.a. and this is driving me
insane.
posted by b1-66er at 07:43
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when I was 12 my dad was promoting clarence gatemouth brown and I got to go along for the ride when he picked him up at the SeaTac airport and drove him to the gig location somewhere on the Olympic Penninsula. Brown was travelling with two gorgeous, leggy women and it was a heady ride, full of lovely, bluesy conversation and the imminent promise of sex (for Brown that is).
I took it all in in stunned silence and awe.
(sorry for the dump: your post reminded me.)
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