Archive for April, 2011


Posted in Alabama, tornado, Uncategorized with tags , , on April 28, 2011 by damngoodtunes

Wherever there are people, there is music and wherever there is music, is there to report on the people who create it. In just a little over a year we have witnessed the terrible floods of Nashville and much of the Southeast and Central parts of the states, flooding and storms in Europe and unprecedented fires in places such as Australia and now in Texas.

The recent tsunami following the earthquakes of Japan left tens of thousands dead and hundreds of thousands homeless. It would seem there is no place on earth that will be spared from it’s own destiny of natural or man-made dissasters and the music there will come to a temporary halt.

Music is such a vital part of mankind’s existence and time on this earth. Poetry and song have long reflected the pain and the suffering of our planet’s people for we are a recording creature who finds value in transcribing the events of our lives into verse and succession of tones.

It is from the very heart of woman and man that we are able to feel and think, reflect and tell the tales of our lives. It is not always a happy song we sing and it will not be a happy time these next few weeks and months ahead for the people of Alabama and the other southern and coastal states which have been attacked brutaly by the
hands of mother nature.

Join with us here at DGT and send your prayers to the people who have been affected by these incredible tornados and storms. Contact your local Red Cross and other charities and ask them what you can do to help. May the songs of The South play sweetly once again soon.


Thanks for the comments and e-mails

Posted in Hereafter, Karma, Life with tags on April 23, 2011 by damngoodtunes

Our story about our friend Clyde Blosl which we have published in, here at WordPress and also my own personal band site has received a lot of love and attention and so I want to thank you all. As I just mentioned to a subscriber, Clyde’s life was not in vain, for he made his mark and spread a lot of love and good music around.

Many of us writers and aspiring ” superstars ” aim for the big time with all the fame and fortune but really, what is the ” big time ” ? At the end of this part of life’s journey if your book notes are inscribed
as inspirational , loved, loving, kind, fair, compassionate, trustworthy and perhaps even talented…then hey – you’ve had the greatest existence most could ever hope for. Life is not about the money or the things we aquire while we’re here. We can’t take any of it with us. ( didn’t work out so hot for King Tut did it? ) When we come into this world with nothing but skin and blood corsing through our veins and yet we can rise above the sea of sameness and create love and relationships, and a respect line of those that are left in pain when it is our time to go…then we’ve really had a great life and figured it all out along our pathway. Maybe Clyde didn’t know how much he was worth but in the end it was known by all who knew him.

Have a great Easter no matter what your faith. Just use this time to be closer with your family and friends. We never know when we might get that last long-distance call.

New Music, staying ” open “

Posted in new music, open mind on April 22, 2011 by damngoodtunes

I can honestly say that It is my business to listen to new music all the time, every day. Though a song may not be my cup of tea I still love and respect what the new artists are expressing, and unlike when I was growing up in music when there were just a handful of ” rock ” genres, today there are dozens. Pop means something different than it did in 1970 ( thank God! ) and Country could now mean a ” New York City ” sort of way, for Country music is now appreciated in more urban areas on every continent than ever before. It’s all good!

Remembering back when I told everyone I didn’t like Hip-Hop it was mainly because I hadn’t listened with my mind all the way open. Now I listen to everything current and still find time for my ” old school ” styles which I will go down defending to the end but hey … I’m loving music more today than I did thirty years ago. There’s room for everyone in my head, how about you?

The Blues from Afghanistan with Rock-Khan

Posted in Afghanistan, Blues Band, Blues Guitar, Frontlines, The Blues, Washington Blues Society on April 21, 2011 by damngoodtunes

Rock-et from the Front Lines Dateline: Northern Afghanistan
Rocky “Rock Khan” Nelson

This message comes to you from the ancient Silk Road area, known for being the lucrative “crossroads” of conquering armies, cultures and peoples. Diverging and diverting, settling and vanishing. All the while bringing with them Intellect, art and music. Music created by instruments to make sounds to be heard by the human ear to tell tales and to please the listener.

From time immemorial they came and left. Alexander the Great, the Brothers Khan: Genghis and Grandson Kublai who “slept here” as did Tamerlane, Babur, the Russians, Taliban, Northern Alliance and Al Qaeda. With mixed emotions following September 11, 2001, the International Security Armed Forces under NATO and a multitude of Americans also arrived trying to create an atmosphere of safety and security to this war torn country filled with loving and caring yet dangerous peoples. This is my part in this human drama of history

This truly is an place in space and time where you could think about creating a whole new Genre of Blues, the makings of American Blues that originated not only from the Delta to Chicago but from Americans that have been to Afghanistan and Iraq. Blue seems to be my basic color on the palate of my mind’s eye each night under threat of rocket attacks, IED’s, the image of the anguish on people’s faces, their needs, their desperation.

Each time I go on missions “outside the wire” in harm’s way to do my job, I take with me my “lucky charms”. Guitar picks from PNW musicians, prayers from friends, dirt from Muddy Waters home in Clarksdale MS and of course my bullet proof, Vashon Island Company, LOLLAR GUITARS logo t-shirt! Strong medicine for a superstitious, experienced war wary and weary volunteer.



Posted in Afghanistan, Rock-Khan, Rocky Nelson, Uncategorized with tags , , , on April 12, 2011 by damngoodtunes



Clyde Blosl:The Kid We All Knew

Posted in Centralia, Centralia High School, Clyde Blosl, Fender guitars, Uncategorized, Washington guitar players with tags , , on April 9, 2011 by damngoodtunes

Clyde with his wonderful smile

Clyde with his wonderful smile

Everyone who grows up being a musician can remember people who influenced them or was a big part of their childhood. From the first time you plugged in an electric guitar to the first time you got up on a stage with your buddies, there were always those special people who stood out and today, forty-some years later they’re still in your head. Much so was the young man who I have decided to tell the world about via the web. The following short story first appeared this week in another column I produce and I have had so many compliments that I think I should spread the article around a little bit more. Even though you never met my friend Clyde, you did know him. He was every kid you ever knew that played an instrument really well and who learned seemingly faster than anyone else. But it’s not just the music we remember, it’s the laughter and the smiles. Your friend never left you heart, even after all these years.
We say goodbye this week to a very good friend who, in his early years was just about the best guitar player for a thousand miles in any direction. Clyde Blosl was the first lead guitar player I ever had and one of my best freinds ever back in those days. He inspired all of us budding musicians because he was real good long before the rest of us knew what the hell we were doing.

I remember the first time I saw Clyde take that Red 67 Fender Mustang out of the case and plug it into a bigger amp than I had ever seen outside of a music store. At fourteen years of age, Clyde, Harold, Mike and I started a rock band. I couldn’t even play the guitar yet but the let me be the lead singer. WE started gigging right away at PTA and school ” Fun Night ” parties, wherever they would let us plug in. When Clyde started to play, everyone stopped to listen because he had this Blues-Rock British Invasion thing gong on and it was something none of us in our little town had ever witnessed.

There were times when our band experienced changes in personell like with my brother Bob, who went on to start his own group, but this little garage band even had our own Go-Go Girls, Cindy and Rochelle who were incidently the hottest two girls in our school! And they both loved Clyde. In fact, Clyde was the ladies’ favorite wherever we would go. He was handsome in a boyish sort of way, had a great smile and was funnier than hell! But it was his guitar playing that really made him stand out above the rest.

Then, there was his hair. Clyde started growing his hair long before anyone in our school. By the time we made it to Senior High there was trouble on the horizon, for the ” gang ugly ” didn’t like ” hippies ” so they held Clyde down on the ground and cut his hair with scissors and made a real mess of him. Clyde never held a grudge or sought vengence. He wasn’t that sort of kid. He just got up, brushed himself off in front of a crown of about two hundred spectators- smiled and walked away. Those boys never touched Clyde again. They got what they wanted, then what they didn’t want – hated by the entire school for what they did to such a great kid. His hair grew to be about 18 inches long in just a few short months and that was how he wore it for many years. Long, black and shiney. Girls envied his perfect hair!

As High school rolled by we all evolved in our little group of musicians and Clyde kept playing that guitar until he graduated to a Strat or a Tele or sometimes a Gibson. He played in a number of local bands and had a great reputation as being punctual. I guess that’s because he loved to play music so much he couldn’t wait to get to rehearsals!
Clyde was an extended member of my family so much that he was never required to knock on the back door. He just walked in in the mornings or afternoons and I think it was Clyde who first coined the phrase – ” GOT MILK?” Yeah, he couldn’t get enough of it and he also loved my folks’ cooking! So there was always an extra plate at the table for Clyde, Harold or John or any of the boys in the garage bands. But Clyde, well, he could even sit in my dad’s chair when he wanted!

Over the years we all grew up and started to drift apart. I remember though when Clyde got married and his daughter was first born, Happiest man in the world! I started having a big family and was also on the road a lot playing music. Clyde continued to forge out his own unique Blues-Rock style and played in other bands who for the most part, I didn’t get to see because I was busy playing too. But I heard about Clyde all the time. His reputation grew almost like this stealthy Robin-Hood sort of guy. An entire counter culture of Clyde Blosl music fans were all across Western Washington and speaking his name in the clubs. Quite an acheivement considering the fact there are no known record releases by this amazing gifted musician and I think that is a terrible shame. Fortunately though, we have his memories firmly loaded into our memory banks. Every kid who ever went to Centralia High School in the 68-72 period of time remembers the Blues Rocker who was way ahead of his time. Clyde could make that guitar sing so good it would put chills down your spine. Sometimes that was just before the cops came to the door to tell him to turn it down! Oh yes, you could hear Clyde play but it wasn’t for the joy of unbridled noise, no, Like one of his greatest heroes Jimi Hendrix, Clyde could make these incredible sounds and feedback from his amp into musical tones that were no less as great as the finest violin imaginable. He had tone!

His mom and pop, his brother and sister, daughter and all his extended family were always proud of Clyde, They, as we, knew he had that special gift. The something else that not everyone in the arts ever achieves. Thousands of people in our little section of this big blue marble will always remember Clyde for his amazing guitar magic. I and a few of our friends like the Go-Go Girls who are now Go-Go Grandmas -will never forget a sweet boy who always had a joke to tell, the coolest, fastest 56 Chevy in town and the loudest amp we ever heard. Most of all we will never forget the boy who grew to be a man that loved everyone and loved music as much as he loved life. I will remember my friend and I will see him opening the case to that Red Fender Mustang over and over again in my head.

I think now I will celebrate such memories by pouring myself a big cold glass of milk and, with guitar in hand I will try to remember that “John Lee Hooker” Blues song that Clyde, as a fourteen year old white kid from small town America knew- like the back of his hand. J Maier