For The Moonlit Blues Have Come
Aug 19, 2009
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Words by Sean Moeller // Illustration by Johnnie Cluney // Sound engineering by Mike Gentry
Jackie Greene is a young man, still, and will be for a number of years yet - a decade or more even. He'll be able to claim youth and he'll look it, albeit with deeply grooved sacks beneath his eyes. The San Franciscan musician is not of his years though, unsure of his true age. His insides, the parts that house and encase his soul - one that's deeper than a smokestack - must have rings around them, so many in fact, that if he were chopped down like a common tree and about to be made into paper products or a house in the suburbs, they would peg him to be someone in their mid-to-late 80s or more. He would likely even fess up to it, not feeling as if he were being such a deceptive subject. He could claim to being a sharecropper, to being a preacher or a preacher's son, a defector or a pool shark, a hobo, a railway hopper, a coal miner, a freedom fighter, a first or third generation hippie and no eyes would be batted or rolled. Greene is a songwriter and musician steeped in the glorious psychedelic and bluesy infatuation of the early and mid-70s when the Rolling Stones were working themselves up a sound that was heavy on borrowing from the rich and living music of black America, the blues and traditionals coming from the painfully echoing cotton and tobacco fields, played by hands stained with tar and sung by men who were doing everything they could not to be broken. He's steeped in those early beginnings of the hybrid when Paul McCartney was just trying to emulate Little Richard and Chuck Berry, when the music felt as if it was torched with personality and not just a representation or facsimile of it. On "Giving Up The Ghost," Greene, who frequently collaborates with Grateful Dead founding member Phil Lesh....<<<<<<<SNIP>>>>>
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