Sound slaughter at the Slaughterhouse
Tired. Home from Club Gully Creepin’ @ the Stockholm Slakthuset only six hours ago...
I sold a licensed Jimi Hendrix hat this Saturday. One Hasse Walli from Finland phoned and said he was in Stockholm, and could he see me about the hat? Mr Walli showed up on my doorstep and proved to be another professional Finnish musician. Next year he will celebrate 50 years of stage life.
He tried the hat on and bought it, while telling me he’d seen Jimi live in Finland twice, the first time in 1967. He showed me his website and gave me his latest DVD as a gift.
After Hasse Walli left I put on his DVD and started going through his extensive web site, hassewalli.com. I suggest you do the same, and add YouTube to it. What I found was a truly versatile guitarist/singer playing the blues, jazz, Senegalese pop, progressive and soul stuff. I don’t know, maybe I should take the Hendrix hat down from the Soul Shack’s offer, I may have sold one to the rightest person ever. I lift my pork pie to Mr Hasse Walli and give you his rendering of Jimi Hendrix Voodoo Chile from the DVD “Live at the Lakeside Festival 2009″. You can buy it from his site. Do it.
And Mr Walli, if you read this, fan and friend Henrik Bäckström sends his regards.
Hasse Walli – Voodoo Chile from Pork Pie People on Vimeo.
Looked up retro disco club Soultrain Stockholm to check on the next club event. I am happy to tell you Soultrain Stockholm is arranging a concert with Jimmy Bo Horne in November. And low-priced too, only SEK 295 (€30) for a ticket, meaning I can take the whole family to the event.
Hat off and big ups to René and the others for doing this. Let’s do it some more!
Jimmy Bo Horne: Dance across the floor
Last night I was awakened by a burglar trying to break into my building. I went down alone to chase him away; obviously none of my neighbors had taken any notice. The bloke wandered off under mumbled excuses about getting all soaked in the rain, and aching feet, and…
Since I knew I wouldn’t sleep I decided to put on my pork pie and take a look see if the burglar tried another front door. Of course he did, going from door to door round our little square, inserting his screwdriver and prying. I called the law and they said they would send a car. After 10 minutes I couldn’t see him, but an alarm went off and suddenly he scrambled out through a window. I called the law again and they showed up about a quarter of an hour later, taking my statement, and probably losing the thief in the dark streets.
25 minutes to reach a central city address on a blooming Monday night? A few days earlier there was a reggae concert in my local venue, and my streets where swarming with police, without any reported crime. Draw your conclusions as I drew mine.
Kapten Röd headlined the show. Check the Captain: