There are a lot of elements that go into art and one of them happens to be authenticity. Being true to who you are. I ran into authenticity while at the crossroads of the blues in Clarksdale MI recently. Heading over the tracks to check out a juke joint I was stopped by a man sitting on a bench on the side of the road.
“You know me!” he exerted.
I stared back and said, “Sorry but I don’t think so.”
“You know me!” he again emphatically stated. Leaving no doubt that I did.
Deciding to play along I said,“Oh yeah right, remind me of your name?”
That was my introduction to 92 year old T-Model Ford who was slated to play the juke joint called Reds on the other side of the tracks in Clarksdale Mississippi.
When I returned a couple hours later it was with my wife and mother, both of which were traveling along on a southern road trip which included Gettysburg, Nashville, Graceland and now Clarksdale as we headed south on the Blues Highway.
Reds is basically a shack. Ramshackle and
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It was real. And the playing was real too. It wasn’t the
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So back to authenticity. You are who you are. If you’re a bluesman, you’re a bluesman. There’s something special about embracing that which makes you, you.