Billy Hancock, Part II: This White Guy Cansing the Blues
Gigs & Digs| by Sky Shaw & Spencer Hill Billy Hancock, Part II: This White Guy Can Sing The Blues or all who have ever been curious about the notion what title, as we did, while playing the stage of El Boqueron II in outer binds large numbers of humans together, there is an Rockville on one sweltering night in 2002. obvious answer. Language and speech. Now let’s think Here’s the real deal, good friends. Billy and the authors of this of a less obvious link between people of various types. column, who proudly wear the epithet “Musician” on our right What could be more compelling, more entrancing, sleeve, without a shadow of a doubt solidly affirm more loyalty F than music? Sure, to the hits of 1962 than those of our time (with the concomitant poetry is cool, electronica that seems to be a given nowadays) – is there really a painting profound, choice? Here’s the amazing thing. From his windowless, but lofty, sculpture sexy – not ‘nerve center,’ lined with stacks of books on Elvis, Bowie, Jerry Lee, to mention business, Broadway show tunes, Wanda Jackson and the women of rockabilly, medicine and law – and one of Billy’s personal faves of all – jazz guitarist/singer Eddie but think a moment, Condon’s lavishly illustrated autobiography, Hancock prevails. dear reader. What manner of effulgence issues forth from this tiny kingdom Have you ever in Barcroft, one may ask? Well, as Billy likes to start out, “we’ll stopped to consider tell ya.” Turkey Mountain, Hancock’s beautifully produced and the utter enthralled meticulously researched homegrown record label lives in this gaze of the American crowded little room.
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