The Gate is gone.
When Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown passed away in September, a big chunk of the "old, weird America" died with him. He was a contrary man- I witnessed him verbally abuse his band, sell tobacco out of his merch booth, and play country and jazz in clubs filled with confused patrons who just wanted to get drunk and dance to the "blooze." This song is a fine example of his perverse humor. It also showcases his stunning instrumental virtuosity. And I love his exhortation to the sax player, "Take your time and paralyze me!" (This is the first in a series of posts I intend to make in tribute to great musicians who left us in 2005 .)
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“Once I got home, though, and saw several packages on my front porch, all the crap from the day disappeared. A few had smiley faces on them. Squealing, I
grabbed the boxes. Books were inside-- new release books I'd preordered weeks ago.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian
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