Pine-Box Perkins

[Bort]

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/22/arts/music/pinetop-perkins-delta-boogie-woogie-master-dies-at-97.html?partner=rss&emc=rss

One of the last of the original Delta bluesmen.

[Tony]

I sat next to Pinetop on a couch at Rosa's once. He was sleeping through a pretty loud set. I was kind of worried he was dead, but woke up when he needed to go on stage. RIP.

[BH]

Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.

[Richard Chuggar]

Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.

Thanks Gil

[World's #1 Astros Fan]

Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.

Thanks Gil

In all Kelly Dwyer-disapproved sincerity, that is actually good stuff.

[Bort]

Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.

Thanks Gil

In all Kelly Dwyer-disapproved sincerity, that is actually good stuff.

It really is. I honestly was hoping Perkins would become the next John Wooden.

[Slaky]

Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.

Thanks Gil

In all Kelly Dwyer-disapproved sincerity, that is actually good stuff.

It really is. I honestly was hoping Perkins would become the next John Wooden.

You wanted his ears to slowly melt off the sides of his head?

[Oleg]

Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.

Thanks Gil

In all Kelly Dwyer-disapproved sincerity, that is actually good stuff.

It really is. I honestly was hoping Perkins would become the next John Wooden.

You wanted his ears to slowly melt off the sides of his head?

Trippy.

[Bort]

Perkins moved to my hometown, Laporte, indiana, around 1995. I went to his 87th birthday party at a bar in town.
Every time I went home, he'd hang out at the same bar, would just sit there and shoot the shit with anyone.
His stories were unbelievable. Was a great guitar player as a young man, until some girl stabbed him in the hand.
After that, he couldn't play guitar anymore, and learned piano. He'd tell you how he never trusted "whitey".
Then like all good men, he kept all his money under his bed in a shoebox. Which someone broke in and stole in 2004.
So he left town for Texas.

Thanks Gil

In all Kelly Dwyer-disapproved sincerity, that is actually good stuff.

It really is. I honestly was hoping Perkins would become the next John Wooden.

You wanted his ears to slowly melt off the sides of his head?

Maybe?