http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/22/arts/music/pinetop-perkins-delta-boogie-woogie-master-dies-at-97.html?partner=rss&emc=rss
One of the last of the original Delta bluesmen.
I sat next to Pinetop on a couch at Rosa's once. He was sleeping through a pretty loud set. I was kind of worried he was dead, but woke up when he needed to go on stage. RIP.
Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.
Quote from: BH on March 22, 2011, 08:43:40 AM
Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.
Thanks Gil
Quote from: Richard Chuggar on March 22, 2011, 08:46:40 AM
Quote from: BH on March 22, 2011, 08:43:40 AM
Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.
Thanks Gil
In all Kelly Dwyer-disapproved sincerity, that is actually good stuff.
Quote from: PANK! on March 22, 2011, 10:17:27 AM
Quote from: Richard Chuggar on March 22, 2011, 08:46:40 AM
Quote from: BH on March 22, 2011, 08:43:40 AM
Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.
Thanks Gil
In all Kelly Dwyer-disapproved sincerity, that is actually good stuff.
It really is. I honestly was hoping Perkins would become the next John Wooden.
Quote from: Bort on March 22, 2011, 10:37:42 AM
Quote from: PANK! on March 22, 2011, 10:17:27 AM
Quote from: Richard Chuggar on March 22, 2011, 08:46:40 AM
Quote from: BH on March 22, 2011, 08:43:40 AM
Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.
Thanks Gil
In all Kelly Dwyer-disapproved sincerity, that is actually good stuff.
It really is. I honestly was hoping Perkins would become the next John Wooden.
You wanted his ears to slowly melt off the sides of his head?
Quote from: Slaky on March 22, 2011, 12:09:36 PM
Quote from: Bort on March 22, 2011, 10:37:42 AM
Quote from: PANK! on March 22, 2011, 10:17:27 AM
Quote from: Richard Chuggar on March 22, 2011, 08:46:40 AM
Quote from: BH on March 22, 2011, 08:43:40 AM
Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.
Thanks Gil
In all Kelly Dwyer-disapproved sincerity, that is actually good stuff.
It really is. I honestly was hoping Perkins would become the next John Wooden.
You wanted his ears to slowly melt off the sides of his head?
Trippy.
Quote from: Slaky on March 22, 2011, 12:09:36 PM
Quote from: Bort on March 22, 2011, 10:37:42 AM
Quote from: PANK! on March 22, 2011, 10:17:27 AM
Quote from: Richard Chuggar on March 22, 2011, 08:46:40 AM
Quote from: BH on March 22, 2011, 08:43:40 AM
Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.
Thanks Gil
In all Kelly Dwyer-disapproved sincerity, that is actually good stuff.
It really is. I honestly was hoping Perkins would become the next John Wooden.
You wanted his ears to slowly melt off the sides of his head?
Maybe?