Keith Ferguson: Texas Blues Bass Detlef Schmidt. Anaheim, CA: Centerstream, 2014.During that odd juncture in America in the late 1960s when social and cultural upheavals were prevalent, it was not unusual for some citizens to experience physical violence or the threat of such at the hands of thugs-in many cases, members of police or sheriffs' departments, or vigilantes, or, in some instances, a combination. Civil rights demonstrators and war resistors may be the most notable cases, but there was another variety that existed in that era, in the North and in the South. Males exhibiting longer hair styles and dressing in clothing associated with rock and roll trends including scarves, beads, and shoulder bags were probable targets for harassment, taunting, onthe-spot hair cuttings and head shavings, and outright beatings along rural roads and on city sidewalks, depending in part upon the enlightenment of the law enforcement community in those places. For a time, it was open season on male longhairs, freaks, and hippies pretty much until even the rednecks, jocks, motor he ads, headbangers, skinheads, nerds, greasers, country musicians, and what-have-you started to abandon the regular barber visits, let their hair grow over their ears, sport facial hair, and nearly obliterate the visual distinctions marking the targets for attack.Keith Ferguson had visited London with guitarist Johnny Winter and had traveled to California seeking out musical opportunities. On one return to his hometown of Houston, he looked decidedly different. One night, he and Dusty Hill (later of the band ZZ Top) were pulled over by the Houston police, who relentlessly scorned and bullied them. Thinking fast to avoid ensuing violence, Dusty went nuts and started screaming, 'Oh, hell no, I didn't serve in Vietnam to come home to this!'(38). Although Dusty was not a military veteran, the ruse worked, as the police responded by telling him to calm down and move on. Keith wasn't so fortunate. He took a beating on the trunk of the car. That incident helped determine his next move-to the capital of Austin, a musicianfriendly, university town. It was in Austin that Ferguson made his mark after joining the Fabulous Thunderbirds, a four-piece blues band blessed by none other than Muddy Waters, who, at that time, was a living, Chicago postwar blues giant enjoying a burgeoning career revival with a new, mostly white audience.Despite the attempts in this volume, inscrutable best applies to the late Keith Ferguson (1946-1997), the subject of German native Detlef Schmidt's latest work. Though the standard biographical details are mostly included (identification of parents, name of high school, interviews from friends and fellow musical acquaintances), in the end the reader is left without much material with which to penetrate the self-styled, left-handed bassist. Generous and loyal, he was considered a bit eccentric. Covered with body art before tattoos were popular outside the naval community, he would usually fasten his shirt's uppermost button. Keith liked to wear long wide scarves as headbands and strong gardenia-fragranced colognes. Despite having long hair in that early first wave in 1960's Texas, he cut his hair just as the music audiences in Austin and the nation were beginning to grow theirs. Ferguson was a reptile and lizard maven, a lover of cats (most were named Bob regardless of gender), and an avid post card writer; many of his correspondences to friends and family from the road appear in the pages of the book. He had drawing talent. He was bilingual, having picked up Spanish on the streets and from LPs, and could often be found in music clubs in the Mexican districts of Texas cities, frequently the only gringo present. …
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