
Originally Posted by
Djoser
And get this, the name of the song is "I'm a Doggie". It's hot, if you like the blues.
No lie. Right down the street from my gym is a used bookstore, with an adorable kitty. I always walk down there about halfway through the workout to say hi to Pepper.
So I'm in there the other day and I see an Elmore Leonard novel, an old one. Set in Detroit, my hometown, and also the hometown of my stepdad who used to repo cars downtown in the middle of the night when it was still murder city. The novel is about a guy who serves legal papers in downtown Detroit.
Go figure, my real dad looked like the gigantic badass mafia hitman, but hates fights and will back down from a much smaller man. My stepdad, a smallish guy, has had one arm paralyzed since he was a kid, and he's going in alone where cops are scared to drive, beating on people's doors in the middle of the night and demanding money, taking their cars, etc. I had to have this book.
Anyway--getting to the fucking point before bunnies start hopping all over the place--I went again to see Pepper, and got another Elmore Leonard novel, the one set in downtown Detroit got me hooked and I wanted more. This one gets into the blues, and describes an iconoclastic blues man who inspired Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Jackson Pollock, and other artistic giants, called Marvin Pontiac.
The guy has been dead for years, but there is some serious harmonica playing and he has a badass voice. The lyrics are funny, too.
The best part of the story--he refused to record for anyone unless the owner of the label came to his home in Slidell, La and mowed his fucking lawn. A guy actually did it, thankfully for the music world.
Here's link to his website, it's pretty wild.
PS: Paige, feel free to move this to MM, but I thought the story transcended musical matters, in that it illustrates how strange and marvelous life can be.
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