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Thursday, December 7th

voices I miss

Lonnie Mack (1941-2016, vocals, guitar), “She Don’t Come Here Anymore” (B. Jones, L. Mack, W. Bullock), 1969

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another take (1966)

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lagniappe

random sights

yesterday, Chicago

Saturday, April 23rd

passings

Lonnie Mack, guitarist, singer, songwriter, July 18, 1941-April 21, 2016

“Memphis” (C. Berry), 1963


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“She Don’t Come Here Anymore,” 1966


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“Farther on Down the Road,” live (with Albert Collins, Roy Buchanan), New York (Carnegie Hall), 1985

Thursday, October 2nd

basement jukebox

The Ohio Untouchables (feat. Robert Ward, guitar), “Forgive Me Darling,” 1962


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Lonnie Mack, “Memphis,” 1963


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lagniappe

musical thoughts

Maybe, when this life is over, instead of listening to music, we’ll become it.

Monday, 12/10/12

basement jukebox

The Falcons (feat. Wilson Pickett, lead vocals; Robert Ward, guitar)
“I Found A Love” (1962)

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Albert Washington (feat. Lonnie Mack, guitar)
“Hold Me Baby” (1969)

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lagniappe

reading table

[T]he greatest reading pleasure has an element of self-annihilation. To be so engrossed that you barely know you exist. I last felt that in relation to a poem while in the sitting room of Elizabeth Bishop’s old home in rural Brazil. I stood in a corner, apart from the general conversation, and read “Under the Window: Ouro Preto.” The street outside was once an obscure thoroughfare for donkeys and peasants. Bishop reports overheard lines as people pass by her window, including the beautifully noted “When my mother combs my hair it hurts.” That same street now is filled with thunderous traffic — it fairly shakes the house. When I finished the poem I found that my friends and our hosts had left the room. What is it precisely, that feeling of “returning” from a poem? Something is lighter, softer, larger — then it fades, but never completely.

—Ian McEwan, New York Times Sunday Book Review, 12/9/12