I wonder what B.B. King would think about the situation we’re in right now? In 2008 he said to me, “I used to hear when I was a boy that people shouldn’t cry and sob so when they lose someone. They should do that with the incoming. When a baby’s born, they should cry. Sob for that baby because the person that just died don’t have to go through life again as a lot of us have had to go through.”

B.B. was an orphan at age 10 living on a plantation in Indianola, Mississippi. “You probably won’t believe what I’m about to tell you, but I never thought of it as a situation. I was just alone and lonely, and when a person has one child, you are alone when you lose that parent if you only have one. I was lonely and lonesome, yes. But there was a little we called it a little thicket, a lot of trees, not big trees. Small trees where a lot of animals like squirrels, rabbits and stuff like that, birds, a lot of birds, and after my mom died, I used to go down and sit down.

“There’s a little spring down there, a spring that’s still running today. I was down there a few years ago, and I used to sit down and drink the water. I would be sitting on it sometimes, and I would have peanuts and food like that, corn and stuff, and animals I guess trusted me for some reason. They would come up and almost eat out of my hand. And they were my friends. I’ve had a lot of fans and a lot of acquaintances through the years, but I haven’t had a lot of friends. I don’t think it’s because I haven’t been friendly, but it’s just something about me. I don’t know what it is, but that is true. Even squirrels and rabbits and something like that.”

B.B. had just released an album called One Kind Favor, the title taken from a line in the Blind Lemon Jefferson song “See That My Grave Is Kept Clean.” In 2015 B. B. was buried at his museum in Indianola.

“I was down to my hometown all last week,” he told me in 2008, “and I found the gravesite that I’d like to be buried in, and I hope they’ll remember that. Keep my grave clean. I’d love for people that love me or think well of me to be able to come to Indianola, Mississippi and see it. A long time ago I thought about being cremated. Then, I thought about that some more and said, ‘Oh, no. If there’s any such thing about coming back again, I want all my parts with me.’

(chuckle) Yeah, I ain’t gonna take that chance. So, bury me. Put it all together. (Laugh) I don’t wanna be missing some of the vital parts. We have a word in this business about pushing up daisies. Well, I wouldn’t mind having that job at all because I think daisies are beautiful flowers, and the pretty daisies I’ve seen while living I’d like to be able to push them up, too. So, I think, though, that I went to this grave site right in my hometown, and I have some relatives buried out there. So, I think I’d like to be there.

Then, they got the museum that’s gonna open in September, and people will be coming to see it. So, those that love me and care about me I would like for them to come out and people keep my grave kept clean, so people can see my name and see where I’m laid out. I’d like to be available. I’d like to be able to go out to where I’ve heard where Blind Lemon is buried and I’ve heard where Robert Johnson is buried, but I’ve never seen ’em. So, I’d like to be available to the people that have kept me all these years. I’d just love to be available for them.

My old friend Robert Lockwood Jr. I don’t know where he’s buried either. So, there’s so many I don’t know. So, I feel a lot of people don’t either. So, I’d like to be somewhere where people that love me could see me and the ones that are inquisitive could find me. That’s what I’d like, and song that Blind Lemon sang, ‘Please See that My Grave Be Kept Clean,’ I believe that kind of hits me pretty good.

Yes, I’ve felt blessed, sir. I have heard it said by Native Americans that the great spirit some people call God and Allah, whatever it’s called, but whomever and whatever that great spirit that have kept me alive, I’m grateful. And my prayers I guess ain’t too good, but don’t only say ’em when I’m in trouble and need something, but I stops now and then and say thank you. Now and then, I say thank you.

I’m gonna tell you something I told my son a few days ago, that’s not a very sad subject to me. I’m 82 now, and I think people have been so good. My bad days I had in the early days. I practically throw ’em in the back of my mind and don’t think about ’em. I only think of the good things and the way things have been.

I believe all people are good. Some just do bad things, but I think God has been good to me, whatever people call it, and you know, I’m I won’t say ready because I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to die. Too crazy about looking at these pretty women, but oh, yeah, I’m old, boy. I made a slip the other night on stage, but I was tellin’ the truth. I said, ‘I think all women are beautiful,’ and I do, and I love all of them, and I do, and I said, ‘but I don’t want to sleep with all of them,’ which is the truth, but I slipped and said, ‘but I’d like to sleep with as many as I can.’ (Laugh) I said that the other night. People laughed. So, I hope they don’t hold it against me, but it’s true. Thank God for Dr. Viagra and Cialis.”

Later in our interview he summed up by saying, “Today I’m not alone. I have a lot of children. I have a lot of acquaintances and friends. People seem to care for me. It’s a good feeling.”

I often wonder if B. B. was just being humble, or did he really not realize how many millions of friends and admirers he had. I count myself as one!

BB King

*Feature image Timothy W Willis

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“Somebody is always going through something, but they need somebody else to lean on. People’s grandmothers pass away every day, and they’re significant in their life. So, that story is always going to be a truth in somebody’s life.” – Kevin Burt

Bill Withers – Kevin Burt

Kevin Burt was inspired by Bill Withers who passed away on Monday, March 30th of heart complications. Withers wrote and sang 1970s hits “Lean On Me,” “Lovely Day” and “Ain’t No Sunshine.” He was 81. Withers was an inspiration to Burt, the Blues Foundation’s International Blues Challenge winner in 2018, and often performs Withers’ biggest hit, “Lean on Me.”

Sometimes in our lives we all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there’s always tomorrow

Lean on me, when you’re not strong
And I’ll be your friend
I’ll help you carry on
For it won’t be long
‘Til I’m gonna need
Somebody to lean on

In a 2018 interview Burt told me, “I mean the way that he was able to tell personal stories, things like ‘Grandma’s Hands,’ stories like ‘Lean on Me.’ Those are personal stories to him. They’re songs he wrote about his life and his upbringing. And they were specific to his life and upbringing in his mind, but because of his exposure to his own vulnerability. Because of that exposure, it’s transcended.”

“Lean On Me,” a paean to friendship, was performed at the inaugurations of both Barack Obama and Bill Clinton. “Ain’t No Sunshine” and “Lean on Me” are among Rolling Stone’s list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.

“I was blessed with the opportunity to go and meet with Bill Withers a bunch of years ago,” says Burt, “and one of the things he told me that I’ve held onto is truth. He said, ‘Whatever you sing, in order to find that emotional, vulnerable space, think about those individuals you are most vulnerable with.”

Iowa-based singer/songwriter and guitarist Kevin Burt took three awards in the Blues Foundation’s 2018 International Blues Challenge: first place in the Solo/Duo category, The Cigar Box Guitar Award for best guitarist in Solo/Duo category, and the Lee Oskar Award for best harmonica player. His debut album Heartland and Soul took the 2019 BMA Nominee Best Emerging Artist for Debut Album.

Bill Withers

Kevin Burt

Of the many unprecedented facts concerning the coronavirus is that the increasing severity of the pandemic continues to catch the media with its pants down. From the feared freezing of computers in 2000 to the various Ebola, Swine flu, Bird Flu and other new diseases that threatened to end the world, the ever-growing plethora of news sources went way over the top in predicting Armageddon. This time, the CBS and NBC Evening News week after week would lead with stories about violent storms sweeping across the country and stranding millions in their wake. Nothing about this Chinese epidemic, or if there were a story it was buried near the end of the broadcast.

Now they’re playing catch-up ball. As a news junky, nothing makes my stomach churn more than watching the news zero in on the abject horror of the ever-changing epicenters of the pandemic. I see 18-wheelers loading bodies into freezer compartments and military trucks transporting bodies from Milan. Yet, locally in upstate New York I make my journey out of quarantine to buy milk at Stewarts and rice and soup at WalMart, and if I didn’t know better I’d think it was business as usual.

Increasingly, things are becoming far worse than Stephen King could have conjured, and the cable news stations are “breaking news” every few minutes with another horror story. About the only comic relief is watching the brothers Cuomo on CNN dual with each other about ventilators. My son Michael calls me now every few days to check in. He, better than anyone, understands my personal demon who sits on my shoulder and warns me of my impending doom, a psychosis I’ve had ever since my mom had breast cancer in 1948. But she lived to be 92. Michael gave me a reality check. This time, he said, my paranoia is not psychosis. I’m not leaving my property again until its “safe.”

*For more articles from Keeping the Blues Alive Award-winning writer Don Wilcock, click HERE.

**Feature image David Wilcock

Decades ago, a magazine – I think it was the New Yorker – ran a cover showing a map of the United States with New York City on the east coast and L.A. on the west coast with nothing in between. The arrogance of that point of view has always been something that I as an upstate New York resident have wanted to distance myself from just as I distance myself as a music journalist from racial prejudice. Blues music knows no color other than its name.

The state of Florida has now declared they will not let anyone from New York City enter the state without going through a 24-day quarantine, and I’ve heard from (unreliable and unconfirmed) sources that they may extend that quarantine to anyone from anywhere in the state. I do a lot of work with the King Biscuit Blues Festival in Arkansas and love the people I work with there who have none of the damn Yankee prejudices I expected to find when I first worked with them. But as New York continues to be the hornet’s nest of this pandemic, I’m wondering if I’m going to become a leper to people in the south.

I have a friend who was told he was out of work at a supermarket here in New York State because he was 70 years old. He got the job back a day later because his boss had misinterpreted what that boss thought was a law against anyone 70 or older working because we (I’m 76) are more likely to die from the coronavirus. My friend said he felt like his short-lived dismissal was the contemporary equivalent to being Jewish in Germany and having to wear a star.

I’m in a category now that potentially limits my prospects in life. I’m old and I’m from New York. I think this pandemic will result in a new order that floats all boats, but right now I have a new understanding and empathy for what African American artists have always gone through navigating the music business.

*For more articles from Keeping the Blues Alive Award-winning writer Don Wilcock, click HERE.

**Feature image David Wilcock

My wife Shelly doesn’t do Facebook. But when her daughter Tanneal told her she had to join in order to see our grandbabies in real time, she bit. By Sunday night she’d gotten 73 friend requests and yesterday got 81 more, mine among them. She told me most of the people requesting she didn’t know. I don’t know everyone on my Facebook page, but that’s not the point for me.

Some of it is real entertainment, and I find myself laughing out loud “alone” at my computer. And as a journalist I find Facebook entries offer me a pulse of what’s going on with us. And as a veteran, I think of Facebook as one of the gifts I “fought for” in terms of free, unfettered, unedited communication. My mantra is always know the source of your news. Facebook is a terrible source of news, but a wonderful source of entertainment and a vital component of “we’re all in this together.” Here are some examples from my Facebook friends:

Parents will soon be displaying new bumper stickers. “My kid is the most evil, rotten spoiled bastard that was ever born!” (Mem Shannon)

Oh, man I f***d up. I washed my face and touched my hands.

I ate 11 times and took 5 naps and it’s still today. (Paul Hill)

In order to pitch in during this crisis, I’m offering to wash other people’s hands. (Sandy McKnight)

Simplified urine test:
Go outside and pee in the garden
If ants gather – Diabetes
If you pee on your feet – prostate
If it smells like a barbecue – cholesterol
If when you shake it, your wrist hurts – osteoarthritis
If you return to your room with your penis outside your pants – Alzheimer
(Dr. Geoffrey Henning by way of Rick Booth)

Has anyone tried tossing a virgin in a volcano yet?

Kinda feeling like the earth just sent us all to our rooms to think about what we’ve done. (John Morse)

How to wash your hands: wash ’em like you just shook hands with the president.

Every situation in life is temporary. So, when life is not so good, remember that it will not last forever and better days are on the way. (Note: I have a problem with this one. Isn’t life one of those temporary things that won’t last forever?)

Woo Hoo! A check from the President? I feel like a porn star!

*Feature image David Wilcock

As I pick out my Facebook entries from the last week and a half I realize that some
of what I said is already woefully out of date. There used to be a saying that
yesterday’s newspapers are only good for wrapping fish. But since fresh fish is in
short supply, I’m doing you a favor by putting up more than one entry as I play
catch-up ball with each blog before it becomes bling.

DEW 3/16/20

When I was in college I had a friend named Bob Flug. He was about six-foot seven, and when I was moving into Houston Hall freshman year, he helped me by carrying a trunk single-handedly up three flights of stairs to my room. He had about a dozen phones in his room that would all ring when he was getting a call. In the second issue of Eritas, our school humor magazine, we put a picture of him on the cover showing a big bulge in his belly with the headline, “How I beat the draft.”

He was in a creative writing class with me and wrote a story about a poor family that insulated their trailer with rolls of toilet paper to protect against the cold. Problem was, as the winter progressed they used the toilet paper for its designated purpose and froze to death.

Just saying.

On a happier note, both my sons have called me to see how I’m doing. Remember Harry Chapin’s song about ignoring his kids and then when they grew up they were too busy to talk to him? Thank you, David and Michael, for calling me. I love you and admire your contributions to society.

DEW 3/15/20

When I was in college, Rounder Records founder Bill Nowlin and I founded the ATGA: American Tissue Games Association, dedicated to contests to see how fast we could unroll a single-ply, 1000-sheet roll of TP. Our slogan was Eugalp cinobub eht troppus. (“Support the bubonic plague.” spelled backwards.) We were 54 years prescient.

Scott Paper Company donated a huge box of 1000 rolls to the cause, and after each tournament we’d throw the effluvia out the window of Miller Hall (the highest spot on the hill that was Tufts University) until streamers fluttered from every tree on campus.

We played other colleges and had a gold toilet on which sat the reigning toilet queen, and we carried a banner that screamed “Wipe out Wellesley.”

The Tufts University Library refused to accept a gift of an entire box of Scott single-ply, but Newsweek ran an article with the headline “Silly Seasons” in the same issue with the Beatles on the cover.

I’ll bet Tufts is sorry they didn’t take our generous offer now. Give things another week and I’ll bet that box would be worth the endowment of an entire empty sports complex.

 *Feature image David Wilcock

Don Wilcock Photo: David Wilcock

The first sentence of my fourth book, a musical memoir, was originally supposed to be: “I probably never would have become a music journalist if my life hadn’t depended on it.” I started writing about music in “Sounds from the World,” appearing in 1969 in the Army Reporter in Vietnam. The thought of writing a music column never entered my mind until I realized that if I could inform grunts in the field about the heaven of music in the year of Woodstock, it might give them hope to survive hell during their 365 in Nam.

Now, I’m thinking of changing my first sentence to “I never would have finished this memoir if my life and sanity didn’t depend on it.” An article in the New York Times Saturday March 21st Arts Section points out that Shakespeare wrote “King Lear,” “Macbeth,” and “Antony and Cleopatra” while quarantined from the plague. If that doesn’t spell out my marching orders, nothing does.

At first it didn’t occur to me that anybody would want to publish my self-help therapy writings I’ve been putting up on Facebook since the coronavirus pandemic was first defined, but when I approached Matt Marshall, J.D. Nash and Lauren Leadingham at American Blues Scene about it, they jumped on it. I shouldn’t have been surprised. In the field of blues journalism that often thinks so far inside the box that it takes a switchblade to open it, Matt and his crew are outstanding in their field — to quote a cliche.

We’re at the birth of a new world order RIGHT NOW! And these guys get it.

OK, enough ass kissing. I’m going to start offering you, The American Blues Scene reader, periodic examples of my self-therapy reactions to the world pandemic and other stuff that just might end up in my next book. I’m starting with my first examples that I put up on March 10 and Friday, the 13th.

3/10/20 Writing and Family Therapy

I’m almost embarrassed to be part of the news media today. I think the plethora of news sources is helping all of humanity go insane. I try to read between the lines, but come away thinking I need a new pair of glasses. I try to remember that the primary element of depression is thinking you’re never going to get away from what’s got you down, and then the media picks out stories that scream that the sky is falling and it’s getting worse, not better. My writing helps. My family helps.

 3/13/20 Ascension or Obliteration

THE most destructive enemy of civilization is fear of the unknown. I have no better idea of what’s going to happen globally than anyone else. That said, my son David has had two New York Times best sellers (The Source Field and The Synchronicity Key) and made a career as a seer. One biographer is quoted as saying: “The Golden thread that weaves his work together is the science of Ascension – a solar-system-wide transformation that elevates earth and humanity to a higher phase of spiritual advancement.”

Are we on the verge of ascension? I have no idea, but here are a few observations on the last few days of what may be happening. First of all, I believe the coronavirus is way more prevalent already than we could imagine. And since a tiny portion of the world population has been tested, we’re seeing the tip of the iceberg. If in fact that’s true, there are probably already way more survivors than there are those who have died.

A dear friend and mentor pointed out to me this morning that more than 300,000 died from AIDS, but since those deaths were mostly confined to a minority, they didn’t get the same attention as this coronavirus epidemic is getting. Nor did it promulgate the kind of draconian counter measures we’re experiencing.

Someone else close to me says this is God telling us we messed up.

At the very least, I’m seeing people being nice to one another like never in my adult life. I’m seeing Democrats working with Republicans. Bottom line, this is the first time in my life I can remember that an emergency has impacted everyone alive in the same way.

I hope I’m right about all this. And if you think I’m crazy, or my son’s crazy, ask yourself if you or a friend or loved one has had an infection with the same symptoms as the coronavirus. Even if it isn’t God’s will and even if it’s not all about one single disease, it has been a wake-up call, and I for one appreciate those I love and like more than ever before. Nuff said?

3/13/20 Willie Wonka’s Wobble

In light of the run on toilet paper (sorry about the use of the word run), I’ve heard about several creative alternatives including rubbing one’s ass on the ground, and hosing down the affected area. But nary a mention of that old standby, the corn cob. The most unusual idea comes from the girlfriend of a buddy who said that ladies could use a hair dryer after urinating. I warned my buddy not to try that on his Willy. I have this image of him getting his member stuck in the business end of the dryer and doing the Grateful Dead dance around the toilet at warp speed.

*Don Wilcock Bio: Don Wilcock is an award-winning music journalist, advertising copywriter and former Publications Director for General Electric where he oversaw and/or edited seven magazines and newsletters that presented the company’s image both internally and to industrial customers globally. He founded the Northeast Blues Society presenting hundreds of artists in venues ranging from clubs to major outdoor arenas. He is a graduate of GE’s Advertising and Sales Promotion graduate level program and holds a degree in English literature with a minor in economics from Tufts University. He is a recipient of the Blues Foundation’s Keeping The Blues Alive in Print Journalism Award.

Wilcock wrote Buddy Guy’s authorized biography Damn Right I’ve Got The Blues, the 1993 life story of the blues legend that precipitated Guy’s seven-Grammy run, and his articles appear annually in the Blues Foundation’s Blues Music Awards’ commemorative program in Memphis. He is currently writing for Britain’s premier blues publication Blues Matters, The Blues Music Magazine, The Audiophile Voice, American Blues Scene, and New York Capital Region’s daily website Nippertown (for which he was nominated for Local Music Journalist of the Year at the First Annual Eddie Awards in 2019). Active in the south’s premier blues festival, King Biscuit, for more than two decades, Wilcock was editor of the King Biscuit Time Magazine, does publicity for the event, has hosted the festival’s annual Call and Response Blues Seminar for more than a decade and has interviewed scores of King Biscuit performers for the University of Arkansas Pryor Film Archives.

In 2019 alone Wilcock interviewed: Elvin Bishop, Joe Louis Walker, Albert Lee, Otis Taylor, Vanessa Collier, Guy Davis, John Hammond, Bruce Katz, Lucy Kaplansky, Thornetta Davis, Jim McCarty of The Yardbirds, Eric Gales, Delbert McClinton, Martin Barre, Edgar Winter, Taj Mahal, Ronnie Earl, Rory Block, Shemekia Copeland, Trudy Lynn, Jimmie Vaughan, Charlie Musselwhite, Paul Barrere, Jaimoe, Jim Weider, Vernon Reid, Colin James, Jimmy Webb, Tinsley Ellis, Lonnie Shields, Bill Nowlin (founder of Rounder Records) and Dennis McNally (The Grateful Dead historian).

He has lectured at the college, high school, middle school level and at festivals. In January, 2017 he hosted the keynote symposium “Blues as Healer” at the Blues Foundation’s International Blues Challenge on Beale St. in Memphis.

Wilcock was Junior Achievement President of the Year for one JA company and vice president of another in Pittsfield while in high school. He was the editorial cartoonist for the Tufts Weekly newspaper and co-founder of Eritas humor magazine on campus a half century before Bill Maher and Steven Colbert’s satire flew in the face of political correctness.

As an activated Army Reservist stationed at Army Headquarters in Long Binh, Vietnam, he wrote the weekly “Sounds from The World” column about underground music for grunts in the field in the then largest official Army newspaper in the world, The Army Reporter. At the same time, he edited the daily Morning World News Roundup for an audience of 35,000 in Long Binh.

In New York’s Capital Region he founded and edited Kite, an alternative arts weekly before the term was coined. For 44 years he was the music columnist for The Troy Record and in the early 21st century The Saratogian.

While holding down a day job as publications director for General Electric in the early ’80s, he continued his chronicle of rock, blues, folk, Americana and jazz for regional, national and international publications, and over more than half a century has logged in more than 6000 interviews with artists as diverse as Carlos Santana, James Brown, John Lee Hooker, Eric Clapton, and Jerry Garcia. He has edited several music magazines including the King Biscuit Time, Elmore, BluesPrint, BluesWax and FolkWax, and is currently contributing editor to The Blues Music Magazine.

In the 1990s and early 2000s, he was founder and president of the Northeast Blues Society which partnered with Fleet Bank and the State of New York in Albany, Mona Golub’s Second Wind Productions in Schenectady, and the Rensselaer County Council on the Arts in Troy to present festivals in each of the Tri-Cities. Headliners included Buddy Guy, Bo Diddley, Junior Wells, and The Holmes Brothers.

In the 1990s he hosted two back-to-back radio shows on commercial radio station WXLE-FM, one featuring interviews with personalities performing in New York’s Capital Region that week, and the other showcasing regional bands playing live in the studio.

Wilcock interviewed scores of artists and wrote all the copy for Helena Blues, photographer Bob Van Degna’s 2016 art book capturing the pulse of the 2015 King Biscuit Blues Festival. He is currently working on his fourth book, a memoir.

Interviewing musicians is a lifelong thread of continuity in a career Wilcock has built around seriously documenting the American experience, treating as art the common place phenomena that later become recognized as cultural treasures that put The United States in the vanguard as taste makers of the world.

He’s produced programs for the Am Jam Motorcycle Jamboree, the only such event that allowed the Hells Angels to wear their colors at their gathering and published two programs for the largest tattoo convention in the northeast featuring interviews with the vendor/artists. His Albany ComicCon program became a collector’s item 30 years before comic conventions garnered world attention as prescient purveyors of “the next big thing.”

Decades before American society recognized blues as the music that inspired the world’s pop music soundtrack, Wilcock was writing seriously about the genre, in England’s Blues World. At the time there was no American blues magazine. He currently writes for England’s most popular blues magazine, Blues Matters, and has had cover stories on Bobby Rush, Edgar Winter, and Kim Simmonds among others.

For more of Don’s articles for American Blues Scene, check here.

*Feature image by David Wilcock