Yesterday March 21, 2013 Detroit’s own got their due by Hollywood’s Walk of Fame. Our treasures, musicians, sound, style, epitome of the definition of Instrumentation.
Surviving members Eddy Willis & Jack Ashford attending this honor. Joe Messina who has been said to be sick viewed the ceremony via a live stream from his Detroit suburban home. To me this should have been done long ago and about time!
Because what you heard on every single one of the Motown Hits you was the music behind the vocals and they were simply called The Funk Brothers. But what a sound they created. No one on this earth could ever duplicate them if they tried.
The were not only Detroit’s legends they were the worlds. They were musics magicians. Extraordinary talents each and every single one of them. And if I repeat myself more than one time on this blog so be…
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This Louisiana man has been playing since the late 80s then burst onto the music scene in 1992 with his first album. Playing and preserving pure Delta Swamp Blues. His compositions are soulfully honest and raw but he has also done some of the best covers of legends such as Professor Longhair’s “Her Mind Is Gone” and Otis Redding’s “These Arms of Mine”.
You can find those off his 2002 album “Wetlands”.
In 2012 he was named best Contemporary Blues Male Artist and won the B.B. King Entertainer of the Year. Through the years has toured everywhere but always keeping his Cajun roots, Benoit’s guitar and vocals are infused fire.
One instantaneous moment of time in every soul who has walked this earth in their lifetime has experienced it. No matter where you were or what state of mind, something grabbed a hold of it and suddenly you felt panic. Didn’t matter if in reality whether there was real cause for it, you found yourself frozen wondering how or what direction you would take your next step to get out of it.
A place, a situation. Is it real or simply a delusion. A certain part of town, a specific area or street where maybe its reputation now had you standing in fear. Seeing or not an individual or many or none, a little drunk, a little high or completely sober but just lost.
One thing was for sure, what you feared the most in that precise moment would also be when you felt the most alive even though you didn’t know what would happen next. For it was that feeling of fear that also meant you were still in existence… so it turned out as something unknowingly good.
A hot summer breeze blowing at midnight with the only chill coming from within when you suddenly realize you have accidentally walked into………. Tin Pan Alley.