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Tuesday brings: Riffs from long Ago

Missing image

 

 

 

The man:

upped and died,

had paid for the tickets

brushed up on the Blues

slid some riffs and a few spliffs

- got well and truly stoned

 

 

bless him and the solid strings he played.

 

I can honestly say:

we sat outside the Apollo

in Ardwick, in Frank's beat-up Cortina

the night you should

have played there

 

and wondered

what we would have heard-

 

Big John fell asleep; can-in-hand

as usual

Frank sang out of tune

Gwen was mucking fuddled on MerryDown Cider

and me, well I hark back in time,

remember looking up

as the guy from the Apollo

climbed up a ladder

 

pulling down your name

letter by letter

 

Stevie Ray Vaughan - playing tonight!



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author notes

true story - had tickets to see him on his In Step tour and his helicopter crashed in Chicago, the next part of the tour was going to be in the UK, first gig in Manchester.


Image is Stevie Ray Vaughan's memorial, taken my Muddy himself, thanks Richard.

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  • DogFish silver member
    April 18, 2008

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    A story worthy of a song...if Stevie Ray could pick it out what a song it would be! A vivid snapshot of a night, Gillian!


  • MuddyKing
    April 16, 2008

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    funny how things in history make us remember...I was on a fishing trip in Canada when he died, damn I had the blues for days and the fishing just didn't seem to matter anymore...but what I love about your writes is the real factor and that's what hit me hard as I read...I know I had my fair share of cider in Lynn...lol
    and the Molson's in Ontario...I suppose we all have to wash away the pain, now and then
    excellent

    peace and hugs
    Muddy


  • Ithica silver member
    April 16, 2008
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    The same thing happened to us, the concert was Lynard Skynard at the Pontiac Silverdome... You have captured the numbing sense of loss in this tragic situation, with utmost clarity... Even today the question still looms in the back of our minds... accompanied by a familiar ache... why???


  • Night Hope gold member
    April 15, 2008

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    "bless him and the solid strings he played."

    Sighhh...And bless you & the liquid ink you spill, my Friend. Poignant, visceral, raw & profound...Much like The Man himself. The image of pulling down the letters of his name...heart~wrenching. Brava, Poetesse Extraordinaire. Good luck in Richard's contest, Sweetie. Wanda


    • NurseChilly gold member
      April 16, 2008

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      ahhh you see, I knew you'd like this one Wanda, our love for music has been shared on here for many years now..

      remember our little pop quizzes we used to do???

      • Night Hope gold member
        April 16, 2008
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        I certainly remember our classic quizzes of R&B & Motown...but I don't think we ever mentioned people like Leslie Gore or ABBA, Gill. I dunno; I don't think Percy Sledge, Fats Domino, Etta James & others of their kind qualify as "pop", which is lighter music than those we've mentioned over the years. Yes, I quite agree with you. Stevie Ray had an aura about him. His blues went soul~deep...they still do, for many of us. Muddy's gonna love it, Sweetie.


  • Thoughts-of-Soloman
    April 15, 2008

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    Again, wonderfully descriptive and complete, a very touching testimony to the memory of a man and his music.
    I really like- 'remember looking up
    as the guy from the Apollo
    climbed up a ladder...' to the end. The 'guy' from the ... without any obvious intrusion, seems to strongly support by subtle comparison the special regard held for Stevie Ray. Brilliant stuff! Sol

    • NurseChilly gold member
      April 16, 2008
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      thanks Sol, I can still see it so clearly in my head, even now, when the foggyness of the actual night cleared away

      G.x


  • Elora Danon gold member
    April 15, 2008

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    I love the way you paint a picture. I felt like I was part of the group.

    Always good stuff girl.

    e~


  • misselaineous
    April 15, 2008
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    good stuff miss gilly


  • cvillelisa
    April 15, 2008

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    "pulling down your name ... letter by letter"
    such a crisp, sad image.

    Ah the places we were and the pictures that don't leave the mind.

    Are you still friends with Gwen?

    Lisa

    • NurseChilly gold member
      April 15, 2008
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      I am still friends with Gwen, but haven't been in touch for a while, it's usually the birthdays and christmas things... but we do meet up sporadically ....

      thank luv

      Gilly.x


  • Nicolette gold member
    April 15, 2008

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    Isn't strange how many great artists die in accidents...even here in SA so may of our own singers, etc. died that way.

    This is great poetry ... the music is still alive on this page, Gilly.

    ~ Nicolette

    • NurseChilly gold member
      April 15, 2008
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      thank you Nicci, the prompt from Richard's contest just took me right back to that night... and i relived it all again



      Gilly.x


  • AJ Morelli gold member
    April 15, 2008
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    wonderful...


    loved stevie ray


    al


    • NurseChilly gold member
      April 15, 2008
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      me too... just unlucky to have not seen him play live... but ahhh i still love to listen

  • Shannon
    April 15, 2008

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    I love Stevie Ray!!!! Oh, that's so sad. However, this is a great poem! I love the image of the man pealing the letters off the sign.

    Your characters are always so fresh. I feel like I'm watching them in the moment. You're very good at portraying people in situations and making me want to know more about them. You do memory great justice, my dear.

    Ardwick. It's like my name, without the "H" in a cockney accent... yay! But that's neither here nor there.

    Your poems are always a pleasure to read.

    • NurseChilly gold member
      April 15, 2008
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      'fraid it's a Manchester Accent luv, where loads of 'H's are dropped... and the Apollo Theatre is smack in the middle of Ardwick Green...

      • Shannon
        April 15, 2008
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        hee hee. Yeah, you're right. Well, I still like to imagine Dick Van Dyke saying it. Oh worst portrayal of an accent ever!

        • NurseChilly gold member
          April 15, 2008
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          now now, you are making me want to stick pins in my eyes, aren't you!!! hahhahaha

          oooooooooooohhhhh errrr horrid horrid shannon, horrid... LOLOL

  • Rowan gold member
    April 15, 2008

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    it was a very sad day for music. I love how you've captured this moment for us. You do have a gift for this, you know that, right?


  • tara wilson gold member
    April 15, 2008

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    aww..Gilly, I love the mix of good times & sad times in this...and how you still went there...great imagery & story here within your poem...

    "Frank sang out of tune" - I love that

    I am sure Stevie would love this!


  • poet2angels gold member
    April 15, 2008

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    Amazing poem.
    I can see how you were inspired by the contest bringing such emotions flowing back, and it shows in your words...
    Beautifully written

    Lynda


  • ArtFullyMe gold member
    April 15, 2008

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    the world lost something truly special that night...
    I remember hearing the helicopter had gone down..

    I was lucky, my other halfs mother used to run the bars at one of the venues here, so I got to see Stevie play..


    • NurseChilly gold member
      April 15, 2008
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      I still have the ticket somewhere, as my friend paid on his Visa, so so they sent the money back to him.......
      it was a sad loss indeed

      i am jealous!!!


      • ArtFullyMe gold member
        April 15, 2008
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        Some people should never go eh?
        and it was .. man.... could he play a guitar...


        • NurseChilly gold member
          April 15, 2008
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          could he!!! been listening to him, robert cray and clapton all afternoon....



          riffs-a-go-go...

  • Suzanne Dia
    April 15, 2008

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    There's a sadness in this..

    the wondering what it would have been, those feelings of longing leave the biggest ache, don't they?

    I love how you told this.



    • NurseChilly gold member
      April 15, 2008
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      I read this to Rick, reminding him of Frank, John and Gwennie, who I haven't seen for some years, but it all seems like yesterday.... so it does

      i think i'm either gettting old or turning into my mother, beth is 16 next week girl!! - hahahhaha - how old do you feel now!


  • transcendental baby gold member
    April 15, 2008
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    Oh man!!! Well you almost got to see him


  • Peteskid gold member
    April 15, 2008

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    sentiment well placed here, we love music and the people who bring it to us, like ethereal gifts; it becomes ours and so do they...and we lose them painfully, remembered for the life shifting impact that we give the night we lost ...him; wonderful picture here of how we really feel...PK

    • NurseChilly gold member
      April 15, 2008
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      Thanks PK, I saw Richard's contest and it instantly took me back to that night.. and I was able to see it so clearly

      thank for the great comment, as always..

      G.x

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