Music is mankind's greatest achievement.
It's sustained me throughout my life and I am much the richer for it. Last night I ventured out to the local bistro to hear an old friend, not really a personal friend, but someone I've been listening to for forty-something years now so he seems like an old friend. I don't remember how many times I've seen Gove, but each time I I do I leave feeling like... well, feeling good. Better than any pill.
While there I ran into an old acquaintance who, it turns out, used to be Gove's manager back in the good 'ole days when they were traveling with Jimmy and the Coral Reefer Band up and down A1A, hitting every juke joint and honky tonk they could along the way.
The whole evening turned into a throw-back as I also visited with an old friend who, for nearly a decade, promoted musical acts into a little pizza parlor/night club in Old San Marco. It was the greatest parade of artists imaginable. He would catch them traveling between gigs in Atlanta and Orlando or Miami so could swing it financially. At that little club I enjoy more acts than I can name, but I'll name a few... Doc Watson, Mose Allison, The Howlin' Wolf, J.J. Cale, Buddy Guy, Matt "Guitar" Murphy, KoKo Taylor, Johnny Winter, Taj Mahal... the list goes on, but on this night, it was Gove Scrivenor. A master musician, great entertainer, and all-around good guy.
Some time I'll tell you about Chuck Berry, Ray Charles and John Lee Hooker at The Palms.
Music is mankind's greatest achievement.
It's sustained me throughout my life and I am much the richer for it. Last night I ventured out to the local bistro to hear an old friend, not really a personal friend, but someone I've been listening to for forty-something years now so he seems like an old friend. I don't remember how many times I've seen Gove, but each time I I do I leave feeling like... well, feeling good. Better than any pill.
While there I ran into an old acquaintance who, it turns out, used to be Gove's manager back in the good 'ole days when they were traveling with Jimmy and the Coral Reefer Band up and down A1A, hitting every juke joint and honky tonk they could along the way.
The whole evening turned into a throw-back as I also visited with an old friend who, for nearly a decade, promoted musical acts into a little pizza parlor/night club in Old San Marco. It was the greatest parade of artists imaginable. He would catch them traveling between gigs in Atlanta and Orlando or Miami so could swing it financially. At that little club I enjoy more acts than I can name, but I'll name a few... Doc Watson, Mose Allison, The Howlin' Wolf, J.J. Cale, Buddy Guy, Matt "Guitar" Murphy, KoKo Taylor, Johnny Winter, Taj Mahal... the list goes on, but on this night, it was Gove Scrivenor. A master musician, great entertainer, and all-around good guy.
Some time I'll tell you about Chuck Berry, Ray Charles and John Lee Hooker at The Palms.
sounds like a wonderful evening. I would enjoyed being there I am sure.
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