A Underwhelmingly Significant Symbolic Ritual of Spring

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As an “urban gardener” I find myself thinking about spring planting rituals.  I read that most professional farmers have one ritual and as far as rituals go it is probably as boring as a ritual can get.  The one based on the lunar cycle.  Simply put, farmers know to sow seeds of plants that produce above the ground when the moon is increasing (between the New Moon and the Full Moon) and to sow seeds of plants that produce below ground when the moon is decreasing (between the Full Moon and the New Moon).  After that it can get pretty wild…with rituals being named for specific plants, like…the Tulip Bulb Ritual, The Corn or Bean Dance, Mayan Sunrise Corn Planting Ceremony or the mundane like Mars Magic Money Ritual or the Rituals of Child Sacrifice in the Hopi Kachina!

There is one spring ritual that will probably never…never, ever…grow old.  Planting flowers with “mom.”  Many pleasant images and sweet memories get stirred up when we think about digging flowers with our moms.  I can remember “helping” my mom plant irises and poppies when I was a kid.  They were her favorites then and she loves them still to this day.  There was also something called the “Trumpet Flower” and the usual assortment of pansies, marigolds, roses and wildflowers. 

As kids, my brothers and I, well, we were pretty hard on Mom’s flowers.  It was always easier, in our minds, to cut them down and not cut around them.  Plus, we “illegally” played baseball, football and sometimes hockey in the yard too. Talk about risks and challenges!   If the flowers/plants were in the field of play, well, they became bases or yard markers…always part of the action.  Looking back, I bet she would consider it a good year if anything managed to bloom or survive a sports season.  And believe it or not…they always did!  But not because of us…in spite of us, I am sure.  Those were “mama’s flowers” and you better not “mess” with them.  She could quote a scripture blessing her for punishing the individual(s) responsible for damaging one of her babies…”God was on her side”…the Lord will forgive me…she believed it and she made you believe (fear) it too!

Now that my mom has gotten older there’s not too much she can do out in the yard that doesn’t tire her.  So she looks out at the yard and you sense what is running through her mind….“if she had her way!”  A younger sister is now in charge of the flowers at our childhood home.  Her tastes are very broad…like going from Norman Rockwell to Salvador Dali in one pan of the camera!  She once told me that one person’s weed is another person’s flower and when I look at her garden, I believe it.  Besides the standard flower garden entrees she has managed to have an eclectic mix of plants and flowers, including a variety of Daylilies, Dahlias, Lemon-scented Geraniums, Gerber Daisies and some big thing called Clematis. When she talks about it you will hear favorable comparisons to the Matthaei Botanical Garden, but on a smaller scale, of course.

A couple of years ago, we planted a Pink Lilac Bush for my mom.  It is placed so that she can see it easily from her bedroom window (the former pitcher’s mound).  She fusses and worries a bit over this little bush like she used to back in the day.  You would have to call it “mothering”.  “Don’t cut too close…it needs air…space so that it can grow.”  There is something underwhelmingly significant and symbolic about the springtime rituals our mom’s share with their plants.  For my mom, it might be that the bush represents not just another year, but…another re-birth.   I’m sure that most of us have a “mom and her plant” story.  There are probably just as many dad stories too.  I have a few that fall in the category of “boys will be boys”, that I would love to share (and maybe I will some day), but right now I have a lot of seeds that I must sort through.  I do need to be ready for the next “new” moon.

Are you interested in being part of a gardening community and making some new memories?  If you own or work for a business that is looking for a way to give to a community and be blessed by the instant gratification it provides, it might make sense for you to consider joining Project Sweet Tomato.  For more information please click here.  Or call Arthur Littsey/Nine Below Zero at (313) 369-1710 or email: littsey.arthur@sbcglobal.net.

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Urban Gardening Resource: Urban Farm Magazine

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I was recently introduced to the URBAN FARM MAGAZINE.  I found it to be an excellent resource for anybody that has the desire to start a family or community garden.  It is published bimonthly by BowTie Magazines, a division of BowTie, Inc.  The subscription rate for 6 issues (one year) is $19.97, two years is $29.97.   Canadian and foreign, add $6.00 extra per year payable in U.S. funds.  You should allow 6 – 8 weeks for new subscriptions to begin.

The March/April issue of Urban Farms has several articles that should be of interest to the garden beginner as well as the more experienced gardener/urban farmer.  Beginning with a impressive and informative article on urban farming in Detroit “Motown To Growtown: Greening Detroit”.  It focuses on several organizations that are working very hard to turn the city around through gardening/farming (more on that below).  Other meaningful articles are:

  • Secrets to Community Garden Success
  • Start Your Seeds Today
  • Pollinators in Peril: Keep Bees in the City
  • Guerrilla Gardening: Neighborhood Clean-Up
  • Make Maple Syrup (and Recipes) From City Trees 
  • Sustainability: Coming to a City Near You

You can read these articles online at www.urbanfarmonline.com.  If you are at all interested in the green movement, I would definitely encourage you to pick the magazine up and include it in your library on a regular basis.

MOTOWN TO GROWTOWN: GREENING DETROIT

This is a great article because it highlights several groups that are focused on Detroit’s urban farming initiative.  Detroit may be the first city in the nation to feed its residents primarily from urban gardens.   A study by Michigan State University indicates that a combination of urban farms, storage facilities and hoop houses — greenhouses used to extend the growing season — could supply local residents with more than 75% of their vegetables and 40% of their fruits.  With numbers like that it is easy to understand how important it is for anybody that is interested in turning the city around be aware of the groups that are now working at the front line in the ongoing effort to improve the image of the city and the lifestyles of its residents.  If you are interested in volunteering  or making a donation, a list of a few of the organizations (courtesy of the magazine) and their contact information is provided below:

 One resource not identified by the article is THE GARDEN RESOURCE PROGRAM COLLABORATIVE.  Visit www.detroitagriculture.org to learn more.

Another story about Detroit’s renaissance can be found in the archives of Urban Farm magaine.   Go to urbanfarmonline.com and look for the article  “Deep Impact” in the Summer 2010 issue.

For more information regarding how to start a community garden program of your own go to http://projectsweettomato.com or contact Arthur Littsey/Nine Below Zero at (313) 369-1710 or by email littsey.arthur@sbcglobal.net

Are You Fighting For Your Children’s Future?

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There has been a clarion call across the nation for parents and communities to rise up and deal with the alarming health and nutrition rates of not just our citizens but specifically our children.  Some researchers say it is about options and in that case the more affluent you are the better options and choices you may make.  I believe, for many, that is true.  And apparently, there are many businesses in the health-care field that agree.

One such company is Blue Cross Blue Shield of Michigan.  A recent article in the Michigan Chronicle stated that BCBSM reported that they spend $3 billion annually today in obesity-related costs.  In our state, 29% of adults are considered obese and almost 1/3 of our kids are overweight.  Fat kids turn into what?  Fat adults!  Thankfully, BCBSM and others have or intend to introduce initiatives…some bold…some simple, that will work to curb rising obesity rates.

BCBSM introduced a program in 2009 called “Building Healthy Communities” that has helped more than 14,000 school children get moving and to eat healthy.  They have enacted school-based and community projects to promote healthy eating and exercise.  In 2011, under the umbrella of the aforementioned program, the concept has expanded to include accepting grant proposals from public and nonprofit private elementary schools in Michigan for programs that increase physical activity and improve nutrition among their student population.  Funding amounts are anticipated to range from $20,000 to $50,000 per school, depending on the number of programs selected, the size of the school and the number of children enrolled.  According to the same Michigan Chronicle article, the proposed program requires four elements: a healthy school assessment, physical activity and nutrition education, a walking club and 5k run or walk.

The apparent strategy is to reach kids at the point in their lives where they are in the process of developing life-long habits and values.  The program funds “quick, inexpensive and easy to implement classroom tools designed to get kids moving”.  It also funds efforts to help teach kids that fresh fruits and vegetables are their “friends” and identifies local resources to fund healthier food programs at each participating school, provide access to safe play areas and addresses other environmental barriers that impede program goals.  There are many studies that suggest that kids that eat well perform better in school.

Grant information and downloadable forms are available at bcbsm.com/buildhealth.  Interested schools needed to apply before Feb. 11th and full grant proposals must be submitted by midnight on Sunday, March 13th.  I would suggest that if you have school-age children or you know somebody that does, check for yourself or encourage them to see if your/their school has looked into the program.

But let’s face it…looking into the program is not enough.  Yes, it is wonderful that BCBSM and others are taking the initiative to address the problem.  It is great that many schools are engaged and using the tools that have been graciously afforded them.  But, you, the parent, are on the front line of this battle…this war on obesity.  It will not work if there continues to be the disconnect between what our kids learn at school and what they deal with at home.  Parents, too, have to break out of the cycle of easy “fast food” and  unhealthy meal solutions.  Yes, you have worked today and you are too tired to cook, but for many this is where the real battle is waged and lost.  Healthy food choices need to be a mandate.  The so-called advantages of the affluent can be mitigated through education and techniques like meal planning.  Get out and play with your children.  Plant a home garden or join a community garden effort as a family project.  The physical activity will do you all some good.  By reinforcing the positives that programs  like “Building Healthy Communities” and other efforts provide, you’ll live better, perhaps a little longer and our children’s future will be so much brighter.

Black History Month – The Duty of Black Americans – A Letter From Wendy Woods Jackson

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After publishing yesterday’s blog, I received an email from Ms. Wendy Woods Jackson where she  expressed her concerns with regards to the issue of “re-writing” an author’s work and in some cases re-writing history to make it more palatable in accordance with today’s “politically corrected environment”.  I had made a specific reference to the efforts to re-write Mark Twain‘s stories.  She took issue with the fact that these efforts were being done without the permission of the writer, the artist or the people whose lived these moments, many of which are dead and cannot protest what is being done.  She was most critical of those individuals that stood idly by and did nothing and/or acted like they were somewhat ashamed of who they are, where they came from and what it took to get there.  An excerpt from her email is included below…

“There is still a duty that must be fulfilled by black people and the most essential element of that duty is to keep our minds continuously open to knowledge about ourselves.  I chose to refer to myself as “black” and our community as “black” because it is a choice in pride that I say it, feel it and swell with joy when enunciating from the “b” to the “k”.  Knowledge, not political correctness led me to choose my words that describe me.  Knowledge provides me with choices and the lack of it leaves me with no alternatives.

Duty has strong implications.  It implies that there is a responsibility and accountability factor.  Black American‘s duty to itself has never wavered.  The journey of how we came to be in this country must never be under told.  It must not be filtered.  It must not be restated to the point where we wrap our history in new words of political correctness to ease the harms of being stolen, enslaved, assimilated and filtered.  The richness we should find in inherited pain is the fact that nothing that has ever happened to us historically was politically correct.  It was raw from start to finish.  The way we tell the stories of history in our black culture should articulate the authenticity of its time.  That is knowledge.  That allows me to simmer in the words of the story and understand the idioms and circumstances of that place in time.  It allows me to linger in pockets of history my modern self will never know.  The words of the story will transport me for profound understanding; fore if I know not where I come from how can I have an unguarded appreciation for what is possible?  My history in its rawest of forms does not keep me guessing.  It shows me what was, so that I may embrace the possible.  It is my gauge.

Those who would allow the erasing hand of political correctness to deface the character of stories passed down would be guilty of slaying the griot.  They would be guilty of reducing the pain of our people to a simple sadness instead of what it truly was, a travesty against human beings once counted as livestock in the plantation log books of their massa.

Our duty is to protect the knowledge in its original story form.  We’ve always known that, but uncomfortable generations of “us” choose to waken the stories with wordplay.  This we cannot allow.  We cannot allow their discomfort today to minimize the pain of yesterday.  We cannot allow the watered down versions of re-writes to be the words of our ancestors and their pain.  We must keep our minds “continuously” open to knowledge about ourselves and to teach it responsibly without turning it into a cynical work of art fabricated by those who are not comfortable in their own black skin.”

Wendy Woods Jackson

I believe that Ms. Jackson‘s words speak to more than just “blacks”.  Political correctness will never take the place of the truth.  It is the balm that soothes but doesn’t heal.  No one…black, white, christian, muslim or jew should be asked nor should they be willing to sacrifice their history, their culture or their art in the name of political correctness. 

After Mark Twain, who’s next…Picasso?  Hemingway?  ShakespeareWhat are your thoughts?

BLACK HISTORY MONTH – The Work of Wendy Woods Jackson

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As part of Black History Month, I would like to introduce you to Wendy Woods Jackson.  Ms. Jackson is a writer that currently resides in Texas where she now teaches school.  Born in 1959 to Henry and Ruth Woods in Indianapolis, Indiana, she is the second of four children.  She attended St. Monica Catholic School, Ladywood-St. Agnes Academy in Indianapolis and subsequently enrolled in the HBCU (in case you don’t know…that is a Historic Black College/University)…Bennett College in Greensboro, North Carolina where she achieved B.A.& B.S. Degrees in Interdisciplinary Studies with a concentration in Journalism.

Upon leaving college, Ms. Woods (Jackson) worked with the late Earnest R. Rather on his book “The Chicago Negro Almanac and Reference Guide”.

Wendy enjoyed a successful 20-year career at the Dallas Morning News where she wrote the prestigious 56-year-old column “Shopping the Town”.  Wendy is a “Silver Star” member of Alpha Kappa Sorority, Incorporated and is an active member in the Omicron Mu Omega chapter in Dallas.  She is the proud married mother of twins, Justin Wayne and Jennifer Ruth Jackson.

What makes Wendy a noteworthy person for Black History Month is that she is more than a writer.  When you read her material, what comes through loud and clear, is that she is a historian/preservationist as well.  Through her stories, she has preserved the tone and spirit of days gone by and the culture of the people that have preceded us. With her words, she deftly takes you on a journey back into time that is rich with imagery and the vernacular of black people of the day.  Her portrayals of the times are vividly strong, provocative and accurate.  Though, we now live in a time where some people are inclined to revise our literature and our history to make it “politically correct” (think Mark Twain, school books in Texas, the U.S. Constitution), she pulls no punches and makes no apologies for it.  This is a lady who writes and tells it like it is…or should I say “how it was”.  Oral history written at its very best!

Click Here to read select Excerpts from The Black Vineyard

Her book “A Soulful Christmas Carol” can be found on Amazon.

MERLIN…The People’s Ballroom – Ann Arbor 1972

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The focus on this story is the fire that burned down the People’s Ballroom in Ann Arbor on December 15, 1972.  I had to do a little research to confirm the date because I had thought that the fire took place in early 1973 but thanks to an article I found online written by Mike Gould (which I will quote liberally from) the historic fire took place in December ’72.  But in reality, the story for us, my band “Merlin”, started long before that.  Like many bands at the time we wanted desperately to play in Ann Arbor…for the man John Sinclair.  In his article, Mike Gould accurately describes the scene as a “must-play venue for bands from across the state”.  We went there on several occasions and saw some of the premier bands and musicians of the time.  People like Mitch Ryder, Jim McCarty, Ray Goodman, The Mighty Up, The Mojo Boogie Band, Mighty Joe Young‘s Blues Band and more.
Getting in to play though, required a lot of hard work and several visits to the White Panther Party/Rainbow People’s Party (RPP) headquarters on Hill Street.
I remember the first time we visited the house and while sitting there,  Mr. Sinclair walked by us several times…totally ignoring us.  The place was filled with the smell of marijuana and the young girl sitting behind the desk (obviously a budding feminist wearing a tight RPP T-shirt with no bra) was preparing a petition to allow citizens of Ann Arbor to smoke “reefer” whenever and wherever they wanted.  There was a lot of literature that promoted the use of the “herb” including cooking recipes.  For four young boys from metro Detroit we were shocked and amazed but in total worshiping awe of the scene that was played out in front of our, at the time, innocent eyes and noses.  We had heard about marijuana of course, but we were not prepared for such a casual display of its use,  as they were not the least concerned or worried about being hassled or arrested by the Ann Arbor constables.  More than ever before, we wanted to be part of this environment…we wanted to be one of John Sinclair’s bands.
After several visits and a few more teasing sessions by the young girl behind the desk, we finally got an audience with “Big John”.  He asked several questions and we provided stammered and stuttered responses.  With a lot of pleading on our part, John hired us to open for Mitch Ryder on December 15th.  At least that is the way I recall it.  In his article Gould says that the other band was the “Knock Down Party Band”.  Since he had access to records provided by Sinclair, perhaps I should trust his information.  Maybe this was Mitch’s band, all I know is that band did not play that night anyway.
Since this was such an important gig, naturally, like so many bands, we had to bring our own entourage.  I had invited a girl that I had recently met when playing at the Southfield Civic Center.  Her name was Heidi and she brought along a friend whose name was Bambi.  Both girls were in their teens and though we didn’t ask, I am pretty sure that their parents didn’t know who they were going out with or where they were going.  It was a night of several firsts.  Their first night on an inter-racial date.  Their first night as “groupies or to be more polite, followers of the band and our first time playing in Ann Arbor.
We had waited with a lot of anxiety and anticipation for the night to arrive.  We rehearsed every hour…every day we could.  Nothing was going to go wrong.  We bought new clothes.  We wore stage jewelry.  We bought new gear…changed our strings…we thought we were ready for anything.  What we weren’t ready for though was the big snowfall that took place that day.  It snowed heavily on Dec. 15th.  By the time we loaded up our rented truck and went to pick up our “dates’ there must have been a good 8 inches of snow on the ground with more on the way.  I remember watching Heidi walking out her front door with the silhouette of her mother standing there shouting for her to get back in the house, she was totally under dressed for the weather or for going out, plus who were these guys anyway?  She yelled after her “I am going to tell your father…you are a bad, bad girl”!
With the snow it took us a little longer than usual to get to the ballroom.  At this point,  I have to say that Heidi looked real good…like a very young Kim Novak.  I was already thinking about what was going to happen after we played.  A guitar player full of lustful thoughts can be dangerous, but a guitar player that was rather nerdish was more of a danger to himself than he was to the object of his affection.
The ballroom, according to Gould, was around 100′ by 40′ deep, with a raised stage (a cement block) at the east end of the room with food and drink provided at the west end.  A team of local volunteers had built an “incredibly beautiful” suspended dance floor and from what he says “all were delighted by its dance-worthiness”.  It had a capacity of 540 and was open on Fridays and Saturdays.  They shared the space with the “Community Center Project”, a federally-funded group of agencies consisting of Drug Help, Ozone House, and the Free People’s Clinic.  Before the night was over all of these groups would be looking for a new home.
And so we performed…we went on about 9:00.  We played a 10 or 11 song set that included tunes by Jeff Beck, Spooky Tooth, Traffic, Beatles, Joe Cocker, Hendrix, Fleetwood Mac, Clapton/Cream and Mountain.  We were rockin’ the joint!  We had made it…here we were in front of a lively crowd in Ann Arbor, the most liberal…musically savvy audience we had ever dreamed of playing for.  It was our “Fillmore” moment and we were basking in the glow.  At the end of our set, which we concluded with an incendiary cover of Jeff Beck’s version of “Jailhouse Rock”, the very same young girl that sat behind the desk on Hill Street, got up on stage and asked for everybody to give us a hand for our great performance…”Give it up for Merlin…they are from Detroit!”.  “We want to thank them for such a fine and exciting show!  Power to the People!  Power to the People!  We also want to thank the inmates from Jackson Prison on work-release for coming out tonight.”  It was here that I recall, though I could be wrong, that she said coming up next will be Mitch Ryder and his band.  But before Mitch comes up, we have to tell you that there is a small fire in the basement and “just to be cool, let’s leave the room in an orderly fashion so that our great fire department can come in and put it out”.  “We will be right back once it is out and will continue with the show”.  After making that announcement, our pretty desk person/stage announcer, jumped off the stage and ran out the door.  The last we ever saw of her was the back of her pretty blond head, for the room quickly filled with thick…very thick smoke.  Stunned, we began to get our equipment off of the stage and out the very same door that everybody was squeezing out of.
This was not going to be easy!  First it was still snowing…hard!  Second, it usually took about 30 minutes to unload our truck to bring it into a well-lighted room with nobody in our way.  Third, our equipment was on a stage that was at least 3 maybe 4 feet high.  Fourth, it would take  all four of us to get our wood cabinet-encased Hammond C-2 organ off the stage, an effort that under the best of circumstances would take at least 5 minutes, as we were musicians not roadies…we were weaklings.  Lastly, what if we did manage to get our gear out…we still had to worry about items getting stolen in all of the hysteria.
Luckily for us, there was a art studio down the street a bit and that became the haven for our gear and our “girlfriends”.  We got the guitars and drums out and carried them in the snow to the studio.  All of the really heavy stuff was left behind.  According to the Ann Arbor Sun, the firemen pretty muched stood by and let the building burn.  That’s what we saw also.  Another source, attributed in Gould’s article, said that the fire began in the basement of the front part of the building where the offices were.  When the firemen arrived, the fire, accelerated by silk screen solvent used in the production of posters, had engulfed the entire ceiling (of the basement) and there wasn’t anything anyone could have done.  Another story had it that the fire was caused by a disturbed street person.  He had started the fire so he could report it and become a “hero”.  He came running out of the basement yelling “Fire!” and grabbed the “only” fire extinguisher in the building.  But the fire was already out of control and that was it for the Ballroom and Community Center.  We had also heard something similar to that, but it was an inmate from Jackson that was responsible.  Regardless of who was actually responsible or who didn’t do what…it was gone.
Once again luck was on our side, for as a result of the cement slab that served as a stage, nothing that was on it burned.  There was severe smoke damage, but the gear that we had to leave behind was safe and still in working order.  Unfortunately for the Ballroom, they had inconveniently let their insurance policy lapse and there was no way to make any claims for damages.  The Ballroom was no more and the city really didn’t mind that it was gone.  As an offer of restitution, since we hadn’t been paid for the night, they gave us what was left of their sound system.  Though we were not at all happy with their solution, we took it anyway.
Our dates, didn’t get home until 5 or 6 in the morning.  Their parents, at first did not believe their story, but once everything was confirmed by news reports, the girls were “welcomed” back into the fold.  But we never saw them again…ever!
As it turned out the People’s Ballroom had a very short life.  It existed for only three and one-half months of “rock and roll, peace, love, and mostly understanding.”  It felt that it had been around for a much longer period of time than it actually was.
Not too long afterward we moved into our house in South Lyon, where before spring we had another close association with a fire, this time at the hands of our landlord.  And if that wasn’t enough we had two more fires.  One was when we lived in West Bloomfield and our house was burned down, allegedly by the Fourth Reich Motorcycle club (another story in itself) and the last happened when we lived in Wixom and our furnace exploded.  In total, we lived through five fires.  There was one at the Southfield Civic Center when someone knocked a candle over during our maiden “acoustic” performance of “Lifton, Littsey and Dawson.  This fire preceded the Ann Arbor blaze by at least a year.
We survived them all and as the Rolling Stones sang, “It’s Only Rock and Roll!”

Arthur Littsey, Guitar/Vocals; Marcus Dawson, Bass/Vocals; James “Jimmy” Lifton, Keyboards/Vocals; Richard “Oval” Wood, Drums

Funk Soul Brothers and Sisters – Public Radio

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I’d would like to tell you about a great radio experience that believe it or not comes from a small town on the west side of Michigan.  The station is WRHC-FM 106.7 and it broadcasts out of a converted house in the town called Three Oaks.  The show is called Funk Soul Brothers and Sisters and is hosted by “Johnny Ace”.  It airs every Friday night at 8:oop.m.  The content doesn’t have to be old to be good but it sure has to be funky.

What’s really great about the show is that outside of it’s title it defies description.  Unlike today’s radio it is largely unformatted.  You don’t have x-amount of songs per 15 minute segment nor do you hear the same songs over and over.  Johnny Ace has a knack for finding songs, regardless of when they were recorded, that are true classics in one way or another.  As a listener, you know that the host not only loves the music that he plays but knows what he is talking about.

I, as well as my brother and sister, have been frequent guests on the show and I can’t begin to tell you how much fun we have had.  According to the station mangement and some of its listeners they can tell.  It is very reminiscent of the golden age of radio where songs were not always 3 minutes long.  It’s a party!  It’s your Friday or Saturday night shindig…blue light in the basement experience…only it is now 2011.

I think that what really makes the show work so well is that it is on public radio where Johnny has a highly supportive environment that allows him to be creative musically and topically relevant.  Johnny has one mission and that is to be himself and to satisfy his audience.  There have been themed shows and there have been a few that featured a single artist.  On deck are shows that will focus on the funky side of blues and jazz.  And, if there’s some funky country songs out there, you can bet they will be played here too.

I want to encourage you all to listen to the show.  Again, it is on Friday night at 8:00p.m. on WRHC-FM “Radio Harbor Country” 106.7 on your dial.  I don’t know too many that will be able to hear the show over the airwaves as it is a low-watted station, therefore I would suggest you to go online at http://funksoulbrothersandsisters.com to catch it.  And in the words of a famous personality…

“When the funk hits the fan all the people want to jam!”  Get with it!!!

Johnny "Ace" Adams

"Johnny Ace"