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Thursday, June 26, 2025

Remembering Big Bill Broonzy (June 26, 1893 or 1903 – August 14, 1958) | Don’s Tunes



Big Bill Broonzy is synonymous with pre-war Chicago blues. One of the first artists to make his way to the Windy City, he became one of the most influential artists in blues history.

Broonzy reinvented himself many times. He made his own cigar box fiddle at the age of 10, and with help from his uncle, learned to play.


After he moved to Chicago in the 1920s, he switched from fiddle to guitar, learning from Papa Charlie Jackson. Broonzy worked as a Pullman porter, cook, and foundry worker until he mastered it.


Broonzy was also one of the first bluesmen in Chicago to play electric guitar, beginning in 1942, though his audiences preferred the acoustic sounds of the South.


When a younger generation of electric blues artists began ruling the Chicago scene, Broonzy found a new audience in the white, folk music lovers of both the United States and Europe.


Being a versatile artist with an instinct for professional survival, Broonzy first went to Europe in 1951. He was greeted by enthusiastic fans, and critical acclaim. Subsequent European tours found him influencing young British artists including John Lennon, Eric Clapton, Ray Davies, and Rory Gallagher. Broonzy felt most at home in the Netherlands, where there were no Jim Crow laws nor racism. He fell in love with a Dutch girl by the name of Pim van Isveldt, and fathered a son, Michael, who still lives in Amsterdam.


During his travels on the folk circuit, Broonzy became friends and performed with artists that included Pete Seeger, and Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee. His song, “Black, Brown and White Blues,” became a protest anthem against racism. In spite of the song’s critique of discrimination, some fans in the black community did not approve of his shift from blues to folk music. Regardless, upon returning from his last tour of France in 1956, he became a founding faculty member of the Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago


Source: JD Nash - American Blues Scene 

(photo © Robert Doisneau)

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Sunday, October 01, 2023

GREAT PHOTOGRAPHERS

Happy 95th Birthday Elliott Erwitt.

Marilyn Monroe, New York, 1956. Elliott Erwitt

"Whilst at The Art Shop in Oxford I had many a guest signings that I enjoyed above all others (Gilbert & George spring immediately to mind, such fun and so delightful and pleased with their "Mr Andy" they came twice, sculptor David Mach one of the nicest people it has ever been my pleasure to meet, Col Glen Baxter, Archbishop Desmond Tutu (hilarious - JOYOUS man!) and photographers Eve Arnold, Robert Doisneau but I particularly recall the joyous visit by Elliot Erwitt and we went for lunch and treated him with the greatest respect but he was incredibly funny, generous and kind and one of the most likeable people I ever met.  
There is a shot of us returning from a lovely lunch walking the Broad Street in Oxford as memory serves taken by the equally brilliant photographer Norman MacBeath and we are both laughing. Wonderful man. Possibly possessed of genius! IMHO 
Happy Birthday Mr Erwitt, Master Photographer"

Sunday, April 14, 2019

ROBERT DOISNEAU





You know, they always say that the photographer is a hunter of images. That is a flattering image, the idea of a hunter, it’s virile, acquired power. Actually though, it isn’t that. We are fishermen with hooks and lines.”
– Robert Doisneau
Somewhere there is a picture of Robert Doisneau outside my shop window when I ran Blackwell's Art & Poster Shop and I was overjoyed as he stood in front of my window display at the time of his exhibition at MOMA Oxford. He put me to the test with my schoolboy French and I struggled to communicate but between us we managed and the exhibition organiser often smiled at my clumsy attempts to communicate with my hero. It wasn't until later he explained too me that Parisians are notorious amongst the French for insisting upon talking in their native tongue. "Oh, he can speak perfect English,' he explained, 'he just won't!" 
I liked and admired him even more . . .  once my chagrin and embarrassment had died away!