BOOKS: The Cthulhu Blues and Other Stories-by Richard Bledsoe

Richard Bledsoe and Michele Bledsoe

“Blind Mugwump Johnson” acrylic on canvas 10″ x 8″ 

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“We were led away from the others and sat under the shade of trees in the cemetery. As he arranged himself, sitting rather irreverently on a crypt, it gave me a chance to consider the hardships he must have suffered to reach such a condition. He was exceedingly tall but thin to the point of gauntness. His coloration could be described like that of an albino’s but instead of a pinkish tone, his pallor displayed a greenish tinge, with mottlings of purple. His unseeing eyes were squeezed shut, bulging behind lids that almost seemed to be sealed over. Unmindful of facial expressions, as the blind often are, he seemed to have a terrible snarl always about his lips, exposing his gums and a surprisingly strong looking set of teeth.

“Once he started to play his talent was evident, but it was not to my liking at all. The sounds he produced on his guitar I can hardly credit as music; his voice fluctuated between an eerie falsetto warble and an impossibly low croaking or gasping sound. Many of lines were delivered in some harsh language or dialect completely unknown to me. Those words which he sang that I could discern have shaken me to my very core.”

From the short story “Blind Mugwump Johnson and the Cooloo Blues” 

August 20th is the birthday of horror author H.P. Lovecraft (1890-1937). I have been a fan of his writings since I was a teenager. It’s amused me to watch his influence spread over the years, becoming mainstream commercial to the extent you could go on a Cthuhlu-themed shopping spree, if you wanted to.

Lovecraft invented an underlying myth for a series of short stories he produced during the early decades of the twentieth century. In his nightmare world, prehistoric Earth had been colonized by monstrous demonic aliens. These evil beings were still here, slumbering under oceans and desolate wastelands, waiting for their time to rise again. Encounters with these creatures or their human accomplices led to madness, death and destruction.

Many other authors have built on the haunted universe Lovecraft suggested. Here in Phoenix, H.P Lovecraft’s Birthday was a performance art event for many years, held at various venues. I took part in these shows, doing readings of a series of short stories I wrote, my contributions to the Lovecraftian Mythos.

These stories are collected in an ebook available on Amazon. The Cthulhu Blues and Other Stories.

My wife and I made a book trailer for it, which had us shrieking – with laughter.

The painting currently on the cover is a Lovecraft inspired painting I made in 2001; “Tendrils of the Dreamer.” However, when Michele Bledsoe and I first conceived the book, I decided I was going to create a new painting for the cover design.

I was going to produce a portrait of the character Blind Mugwump Johnson, the mysterious and sinister Delta blues singer. I started right away. However, as Michele assembled the e-book, I couldn’t get the painting right. It happens sometimes. Here is an earlier version, long before I quit working on it:

 

I covered this base coat with purples and unbleached titanium and then piled on more green, and redrew the mouth. It just wasn’t happening. Rather than delay the book, we went with another image, and the work in progress hung on the wall of our studio for months, unfinished.

Recently Michele and I started collaborating on paintings. After we finished our first one, she had another idea of how we could share a work. She asked if she could put her hand to finishing “Blind Mugwump Johnson.” She didn’t want to change it, just tweak it a little. I loved the idea.

She brought it to a wonderful resolution. With a light touch, she brought substance and subtlety to the image, and made it complete.

My next book is going to be “Remodern America: How the Renewal of the Arts Will Change the Course of Western Civilization.”  We are in the final editing stages now, we want it out this summer if possible.

But once that’s all complete, I look forward to returning to the shadowy depths spawned by Lovecraft, and discovering some more stories to tell about them.

 

 

ARTICLE: The Bluesman and Artistic Entrepreneurs

Tigercat Blues

Richard Bledsoe “I Woke Up to a Song Called the Tiger Cat Blues” acrylic on canvas 12″ x 16″

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Article-DELTA DAWN: How Sears, Roebuck & Co. Midwifed the Birth of the Blues

I love blues music, especially the early acoustic recordings, with their air of mystery and eeriness. Despite the drawbacks of the crude audio technology from the beginning of the twentieth century, the archetypal power of the performers, their soulful and impassioned delivery, reaches across time to speak on the human condition in a universal way.

Such is nature of all great art. The significance of the individual experience of the vast cosmos during a specific time, in a specific place, is given a specific form. The artist’s work creates a world, and seeing their world informs us about our own existence. That person’s particular story becomes the story of us all. Art is a vital reminder of the fellowship of life.

The heyday of the blues was long ago, despite the mighty influence it continues to exert on our music and culture today. Part of the fun of appreciating this type of entertainment is identifying and following the ongoing traces of blues which still surface in contemporary creative efforts.

But once upon a time, the blues wasn’t just a obscure hobby for culture junkies-it was party music for hard working people, being played live in juke joints and house parties. The article linked above gives a different perspective from the usual undiscovered-genius-of-the-Delta, romanticized vision of these musical innovators.

Blues musicians were entrepreneurs-they used their talents to improve their situations, despite the harsh conditions and limited opportunities they faced.
Now we have resources undreamed of by earlier generations. Our technology has brought us incredible communications and education. Such amazing potentials exist! This is what gives me such hope and excitement about the future of the arts. Starting almost 100 years ago, a small group of rural folk changed the course of culture with nothing but cheap mail order instruments and their own determination. How much more is possible to us now?

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Pokeweed

Richard Bledsoe “Pokeweed Foster” acrylic on canvas 16″ x 20″

VIDEO: At The Crossroad

 

“At the Crossroad” acrylic on canvas 24″ x 30″ by Richard Bledsoe

This painting was inspired by blues legend Robert Johnson. It was claimed Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil in exchange for musical talent. In this video, I talk about why that is a bad idea.

“At the Crossroad” sold the first time I exhibited it, purchased by a nice young couple. I have no idea who they were, or where the painting is today.

I enjoy when someone connects with my paintings.

Art enriches life.