Welcome to “The Blue Sun”!
Here’s new music. Original American music the likes of which you haven’t heard before but which will add to your life. Rich, twangy swamp blues with worldclass lyrics. The better stereo the better these songs will sound.
You can buy downloads for a buck apiece, check out the lyrics, taste-test, and/or just buy the CD from me. (I wish I had enough server space to load all the songs, but this will have to do.)
Mac McElderry brings you “The Blue Sun” courtesy of his decades of global wandering and minstrelsy and busking with his 12-string dobro.
Job number one: get the music out! It’s been hiding under a bushel for way too long. Here’s your first chance to get important new American music. Something like Leadbelly, say. In the vein of Woody. It’s big. It’s connective. When is the last time this happened?
Mac, or Slim, is also a writer and an artist. You know how I love those crossover talents!
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Mac created an amazing songbook of over 100 songs and art plus essays on the wandering, loving, radical life fully lived, called “The Blue Sun.” It contains the lyrics of the songs on the CD and many more. Ever wonder what a map of the Blue Sun Coast looks like? (What’s a Blue Sun anyway?) There’s a link to the lyrics page for each song on sale here. I’ll be reprinting the whole songbook. The original has an amazing silkscreen-printed cover and lovely mimeo interior. I’ll get some of those, too.
Mac is 70+ now and still rocks. This music and art is from the 70’s. It’s been passed around underground all these years. Suppressed. A white bluesman still isn’t welcomed at Ole’ Miss, where he used to teach, and where he recorded all this. He’ll probably come your way if you like. He lives in a no-electricity barrack in Panacea, Florida, next to Jack Rudloe’s “Gulf Specimen” marine lab. They’ve been best misfit buddies for decades now. Mac: grey, tall, slim, ethereal. Jack: short, tan, round, mercurial. See them stroll together down that old oystershell road to the bay.
