R.I.P. David Honeyboy Edwards

DaGoddess @ 16:06

David “Honeyboy” Edwards, who just turned 96 in June this year, has passed away. He died of congestive heart failure. Honeyboy was a blues pioneer, having played with many of the Delta’s original trailblazers, including Robert Johnson. For me, Honeyboy was a link to a personal musical past as well as that of historical significance. The world is a quieter place now without him, but heaven just got a whole lot cooler.

All of you regulars are well aware of my love for Honeyboy and know this is weighing heavy on my heart today.

Please say a prayer for a man who helped lay the foundation for the music we call rock ‘n’ roll.

David Honeyboy Edwards

David “Honeyboy” Edwards, June 28, 1915 – August 29, 2011


Happy 96th Birthday, Honeyboy!

DaGoddess @ 06:00

I love this man and his music. Honeyboy’s been a touchstone for me these past six plus years, brightening my life and encouraging me to learn more each day.

Honeyboy Edwards

If you check BlindedBySound.com later, there should be a little something there about him…


Honeyboy is 95!

DaGoddess @ 09:26

Today we celebrate a music legend’s 95th birthday.

As most of you may recall, David Honeyboy Edwards is one of my favorite people. He pretty much kicked my blues photography project into high gear and led me down this amazing path.

Happy birthday, Honeyboy!


My Official Valentine’s Day/Early Birthday Wish List Item #1

Da Goddess @ 03:41

I’ve written plenty in the past about my love for Honeyboy Edwards. I’ve talked many an ear off several unsuspecting friends about Honeyboy.

At this point, if there were even the merest chance that anyone I run into DOESN’T know Honeyboy is part of my heart, my soul, my very DNA, I’d be surprised if they were surprised by this first item on my not-so-distant wish list for Valentine’s Day, or birthday.

It is, of course, a brand new release of David Honeyboy Edwards. I want the CD. I want the DVD. And, God help me, I need another copy of his book in my collection (I foolishly loaned it out and never got it back, the bastards!).

So, there it is.

What do YOU want for Valentine’s Day?



DaGoddess @ 06:06

My Honeyboy is officially retired as of Sunday. I understand why. Health issues. He’s 96. But I hate to think of him not playing his guitar and performing. Seems to me when you stop doing that which you love, that you’ve done for so long, it’s like giving your body permission to just…stop. So, I’m concerned, but also wishing him the best.

That said, it’s obvious I need to find myself another older bluesman to adore. That’s where Taildragger comes in.

Taildragger on stage

Taildragger tells a story

Taildragger in Portland

Taildragger at the festival


Cute, eh?

Oh who am I kidding? I’m a collector. Nobody’s taking Honey’s place. They’re all special to me.



DaGoddess @ 09:27

Oh my God. Life as we know it has come to a screeching halt.

Little Dude likes a certain radio station and we had it on in the car as I was driving him to school this morning. Avril Lavigne’s “Complicated” comes on. I started singing along and thinking how apt the words were. Then I realized what I was doing. I was singing…and agreeing with Avril. Um…hello? No no no no no no no no no no no no. Except, yeah. And it’s even funnier because Buster says I’m complicated. I think he’s complicated. Well, shit. We’re human beings. Aren’t we all complicated? Yes. But it’s stupid that Avril would be on the radio, that I’d be singing along, and that I’d be nodding along…

San Diego’s been great thus far. Slept on my flight here, got to pick up LD from school, did a little grocery shopping for my mom, took LD to school yesterday, went to see my mom’s paintings on display at a show, got LD from school, took him to a concert to see some of our all time favorite performers (94-year-old Honeyboy and our friends), got home late, and just dropped him off at school again.

I’m hoping to catch up with Mojo this afternoon. I tried calling her yesterday, but neither my mom nor I have heard back. Maybe today…

Got a link to an article about the founder of Carvin guitars and amps. He died at the end of December at the age of 94. The company’s headquarters have been just down the street for years. LD and his scout troop have been there for a tour. Makes me sad to think we’ve lost another pioneer in modern music. I know we can’t live forever, but it seems to me that it’s wrong for someone to reach a certain point in their life, to know all they know, to have seen all they’ve seen, and to still have that joy…and then biology says, “sorry, time to go.” Sometimes I think we miss out on the true meaning of life because we simply don’t have enough time.

Now I have to dig into the hundreds of emails awaiting my attention. I have some writing to do. There’s also photo editing. And…always something going on. But that’s fine by me.

Two and a half days to go. Lots to cram in. I’m off! (With any luck, I’ll be able to update again…if the neighbor’s signal holds out.) Hope all of YOU are doing well!


Easily Happitized

DaGoddess @ 20:58

Despite feeling low because I’m away from the family, I’m easily cheered. Go figure.

First, as I was putting fresh sheets on the bed last night, the cat decided that was the greatest thing in the world and he went absolutely nutso. He was running around the whole upstairs. In circles. (My cat Lindsay used to do that, too, but not over bedmaking.) He was meowing up a storm. Thoroughly enjoying himself. At one point, he decided he was worn out and plopped himself down on the comforter. I needed to move it and I picked it up with him snuggled in the folds. I set him gently on the floor and he just looked up at me and meowed. I giggled. I’d been giggling the whole time he was being silly. It was amusing. Then, when I finally crawled in bed this morning, he decided he wanted company and did the typical kitty purr/rub/meow thing until I scratched under his chin and behind the ears. He misses Buster, that’s for sure. Okay, I do, too. But if I’m going to have to rattle around in a big house alone, I’d rather do it with PJ by my side, under my feet, etc. Easily amused, indeed.

A huge smile crossed my face when I realized the premiere of Six Generations of the Blues was tonight. Unfortunately, we don’t get the channel. But it’s available online! Woo hoo! Why is this such a big deal? My friends are featured in this documentary. Yep. During part II, at 23:25, there they are. Plus, it’s an all around great look at the blues and has my darling Honeyboy in it. Anyhow, Chris James and Patrick Rynn are two of the best contemporary purveyors of traditional Chicago blues. Yeah, sounds like a contradiction, but these guys are the real deal. Basically my age and yet you could plop them down in the late 40s, early 50s with Muddy Waters and they’d fit right in. They’re better than good, they’re great! (If you go watch the doco, the song they play — “Mr. Coffee” — at the 23 minute mark on pt. II is my favorite.) Also performing is the equally great Bob Corritore. I don’t know their drummer in this setting. Anyhow, I am so pleased the guys are getting some attention because what they do is so incredibly special. They are special. So deserving. By the way, Mr. Coffee is their dear friend Tomcat Courtney.

I thought I’d be going out late last night to a local jam, but ended up having too much fun with the cat (see first paragraph). However, my hair ended up looking fabulous. Woke up with it still looking fabulous. Kind of a shame to let it go to waste with just me staring at it in the mirror. I may have to find a jam tonight. Or not. Depends on how I feel in a couple hours.

Oh, and there’s another thing that has me smiling. I caught a sneak peek of the show Meet the Natives on the Travel Channel. It’s totally delightful. The premise is interesting — send a group of men from an island to the U.S. and let them have the American Experience. Each man is special and has his own charm, but I, of course, was quite taken with Kuai, who is called “The Happy Man”. As described on the Travel Channel website: “His job at home is simply to generate love and happiness, and as he says before leaving for America, ‘I will make them happy! It’s great!’ He hugs, smiles and giggles his way around America, connecting with everyone he meets.” How’s that for a job? I love it!

So there it is. I was down in the dumps and I just happitized myself. I wish I could do that all the time. Guess this “new life, new attitude” thing has been good for me.

Now, please, everyone go watch Six Generations. Make me even happier.


I Love Art

DaGoddess @ 04:00

I do! I love art. In all its many forms. It makes my heart and head sing in the most beautiful way. Without it, I’d be heartbroken. It brings me peace, inspires me, makes my soul soar, and it gives me great joy.

Walking through Balboa Park a week or so ago, I saw the art museum’s big banner depicting a William-Adolphe Bouguereau painting. I immediately went back to 1993. I was still in Colorado at that time and my mom had come to visit with me and baby Mojo. During her visit, we went to museums — natural history for the Aztec exhibit, and the art museum, where we found Bouguereau’s “Two Girls” painting. I fell in love with it right away. I reminded me of my sisters for some reason and I was thrilled when I found it in the form of a poster in the gift shop. I bought the poster and my mom said she’d pay to have it framed. To this day, it hangs in a very prominent place in my home. I have art everywhere, including the bathroom. I can’t live without it.

Back in September, I wrote about an artist named Earl Klatzel. Some of you went to visit his site and immediately discovered a real treasure. Well, because you went to explore, Earl came over this way to see what was going on. He then emailed me. And since then, we’ve exchanged numerous emails. In one of the emails, he asked if he could use some photos to help him build a portrait of Honeyboy Edwards. I said yes without hesitation (really, I’m that easy when it comes to art, it seems). A couple weeks ago, he emailed me to let me know the painting was finished and gave me permission to share it.

Honeyboy Edwards by Earl Klatzel

About the only way to do this painting justice is to quote an early email between Earl and I because what I said about his other paintings is exactly what I would say about this one.

…the right facial expression and pose as a means of communicating the style and sound of his music [regarding Honeyboy Edwards]. You do that so brilliantly in your work already. I don’t know if it’s the colors you use or the obvious love you have for your subject, but you capture more than mere ambience. I’ve spent hours getting lost in your images. Each tells a story in a way that I can’t describe. There’s warmth, sorrow, joy, and even music ringing forth from your paintings that many others lack. Believe me, I’ve poured through thousands of photos of paintings, drawings, and photographs, and the majority are “nice” but fail to move me the way your work does. And that’s why I come back to it time and time again.

Like most Klatzel portraits, Honeyboy is not only shown in the foreground as we know him, but the background tells the story of how he lived as a younger man — the life that shaped him and led him to where he is now. Amazingly, Earl captures the essence of his subjects with such clarity that I can hear the music and feel the wooshing of air as Honeyboy plays his guitar.

My imagination is good, but not that good. Only art brings that out. And I am grateful and honored to have been a tiny part of the process. Thank you, Earl!

Can you imagine a world without art or music? I can’t. It’d be like a world without books, without the laughter of children, without birds singing, and dare I get so touchy-feely and say like a life without a single embrace. To me, that’s not living. That’s exsisting. And that is simply unacceptable to me.

So go on, go soak up some beauty. Feel the sun warm you, smell the richness of the soil, feel the dust on your skin, and hear the music in Earl’s work. Tell him I said hello!


Because You Asked

DaGoddess @ 20:00

How does a goddess spend her birthday? Intermittently editing photos, eating a handful of Good & Plenty – cuz they’re just like me, “I’m good, and there’s plenty of me”, listening to Honeyboy Edwards, Jake’s Obsession, and Joe Bonamassa, and seriously considering a nap.

It’s a glamorous life and someone has to lead it. It may as well be me.

Later, I was given beautiful flowers by a dear lady. Hopefully she’ll be posting here soon. (Encourage her to jump in and tell you some hair-raising stories…c’mon…she needs to get blogging!)

I had dinner with the Smashes and Little Dude. Puppets and chocolate were involved. It was good.

What else? Phone calls from my Bonamassa friends. A card and a check from my dad. No dishes or trash or chores of any kind (except for plunging LD’s toilet) and a quick little nap earlier today.

Oh yeah! I almost ran over Obi-Wan Kenobi. Not a bad way to spend a birthday if I do say so myself.

Thank you for all the birthday wishes! It’s been a really nice day.


Good Day, Sunshine

DaGoddess @ 17:53

My dad is happy…he’s not home, but he’s happy. He’s not in any pain and he’s not feeling ill, so he’s happy. That makes me happy.

My friend, Greg, is done with law school and enjoying the next couple of weeks until the Bar Review starts. I’m proud of him. He worked awfully hard to get to where he is. Good job, Greg!

My surgical consult is scheduled. It’s not as soon as I’d like, but it’s scheduled. That works for me.

I made an incredible trade today. I gave a few photos of Honeyboy Edwards to a brilliant local artist – Brian Banash – and in return, he gave me one of his incredible John Lee Hooker prints.

Honeyboy Edwards
I first became aware of Brian’s work through the Blues Lovers United of San Diego – of which I’m a member. His artwork graces the back of our t-shirts, the organization website, and many other things. He’s not only very talented, he’s a damn nice guy.

To be quite honest, I was surprised that he gave me this print. Surprised and very honored. That photo (click the link at JLH up there) doesn’t do justice to the piece…it’s simply amazing.

I’ve seen several of his paintings and each one has its own special feel to it. His early work is interesting, but his most recent creations shine. Again, all have “feeling”, but the new stuff comes from a deeper level. It’ll be a while before he begins on a new painting. Brian has an exhibition coming up and he needs to finish work for that. Once the show gets underway…well, hopefully Honeyboy will be the first one to make it to canvas.

Have a good weekend everyone!


Fine II

DaGoddess @ 21:15

My dad just had a second, unexpected surgery today. They went in and cleaned things up a little more and he’s doing okay.

I saw my doctor today to follow up after the nerve conduction testing. There is evidence of impairment based on the EMG and the doc agrees that it’s time. It’s time for a visit to the surgeon. Now it’s time to wait for them to call. My doc isn’t sure if we’re looking at surgery on just the neck or if we’re talking about the whole back.

All this waiting and nothing to wear.

In other news, I won dinner for 4 at Outback from a local radio station and a gift card for $100 for a day spa from a local TV station. Turned out that the dinner prize also included five CDs and two concert tickets. All for just being a mom and entering a silly drawing.

It takes so little to amuse and distract me.

Ooooh! Look! There’s a pretty shiny thing over in the corner! Gotta go!

P.S. If you’re curious enough to check out photos I took of the living legend mentioned in a previous postclick here.


The Good, The Bad, and The “Eh”

DaGoddess @ 01:04

The Good:
My son is a sweet, generous soul. He asked me what I wanted for my birthday.
The Bad:
Like I’m really going to get anything from him. He doesn’t have any money!
The Eh:
This is the price of single parenthood.

The Good:
Little Dude is with me for the week.
The Bad:
I’m crankier than a hurdy-gurdy. My back is hurting terribly…I haven’t exactly been the most patient mother on the planet.
The Eh:
That’s life, right?

The Good:
My dad’s new knee makes him happy.
The Bad:
He has an infection and is on IV antibiotics.
The Eh:
Every time I called him over the last three days, there was no answer. I thought he’d gone home. Nope. Still getting rehabbed. It’s not home, but it’s a good place for him to be.

The Good:
Gator by the Bay this weekend! Little Dude gets to experience great music, food, and he’ll be meeting some truly amazing artists.
The Bad:
It’ll be hard on the old back.
The Eh:
That’s what pain meds are for, right? It’s worth it to be able to share this with my child.

The Good:
I met a living legend this last weekend. Honeyboy Edwards. WOW! I even got some great shots of him. And, I got to kiss him on the cheek.
The Bad:
I didn’t print out any of the pics for him to autograph. Nor did I have LD with me.
The Eh:
I have the memories…and the pictures. Hey, it’s something! I’ll cling to anything at this point.

The Good:
I’m done with the steroid epidurals!
The Bad:
I still have pain, numbness, and tingling.
The Eh:
I have an appointment on Monday for nerve conduction studies. I have a rash, too. Okay…two rashes. One’s worse than the other, but I’m glad the first one’s going away.

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