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Congratulations to  Mixposure.com  Artist  of the Month Gordon Cole ! Please check out his music here !

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I want to thank all the listeners and DJ's on Mixposure. Our song Conspiracy has been in the Top 4 on the charts for almost 3 months. We are so happy it has struck a chord with the listeners, we had something to say so we just said it because the world IS watching!!! NexXzit has new music coming soon so listen out and thanks again.

Tonight on The Showcase of Independent Artists, we will spotlight the music of Chris Moore . Join us for the best in independent music on the web. Mixposure is one of those sights that offers its own radio station with shows seven nights a week. Definitely a site that independents should join. When you do, please let me know so that i can spotlight your music on my shows.
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well after 5 months of moving ,redecorating ,re-building im now finally back making music ...sorry for the abscence but it had to be done and i couldnt be happier .,....brace yourself for some new tuneage

When I listen to independent music, I am totally enveloped by the incredible creative energy displayed by the artist. They are sending us a portion of themselves and hoping that it reaches our innermost recesses. For me, I love the independents. Tonight on the Showcase of Independent Artists we will have a warm up set by Mack Sanders and a special extended set of the music by David C Deal . David's music transcends much of realms surrounding the conscious part of the human experience. Join us at 7:45 for the Mack Sanders warmup set followed by the music of many independents and the special set of David C Deal .

Lee’s Lesson

I often think about this guy I played for early on named Lee Collins. Although his name might actually have been Herman something. That's what the bass player called him. Herman. The bass player was called Brown because he looked like James Brown. Apparently they came up together down south but both ended up in Lansing Michigan.

I don't remember how I met Lee, but I know he got my little brother his first job as a fry cook at an Elias Brothers where Lee plowed snow. Lee also worked on transmissions in his driveway without a lift or anything - sometimes for money, sometimes as a favor. He was a strong man. A very sweet man too.

I remember there were a couple of rock guys I'd met who lived near me. We'd just moved to East Lansing Michigan from Morgantown West Virginia. Those guys were kind of persona non grata in other musical circles (as I discovered later) because they were stone cold junkies and were as completely unreliable and selfish as that often means.

So they played with Lee Collins at the Black Elks Club.

There was an Elks Club in Lansing Michigan. Pretty uptown digs. And then there was the Black Elks club. Which was actually a gutted out little white ranch house about a mile down the street from the White Elks. The Black Elks was not a prestige gig. But it was rowdy, friendly and sweaty - as I was to find out.

Lee led the house band every Friday and Saturday.

It was a sort of revolving chair between the two junkie rock guitar players. I imagine I met Lee when the both of them flaked out on him and gave him my name - probably thinking that would keep the chair open. I was pretty young. But Lee and I hit it off and he was tired of the junkies. So I stayed. And Lee taught me a lot.

On one occasion I was talking to Lee about the church music I dreaded growing up. I did not know at the time that he had done a lot of church singing himself. But his experience in Southern Black Baptist churches was diametrically opposed to mine in blue collar, mid-western staunchly European Catholic churches.

As I talked about how stiff and unmusical the church music I'd been exposed to seemed - he got kind of quiet. And Lee was one loquacious guy - so I knew he was concerned for some reason. He indicated that he had to take me to see something. I trusted Lee and I went.

We drove a bit. Parked on a kind of business street and went into this fairly nondescript brick building.

Inside, it wasn't anything like the cathedral-esque Catholic Church built by Monseigneur Selzer (I believe that was his name ... or maybe that was our clever permutation ... I don't remember) that I attended in Catholic grade school back in Mishawauka Indiana. But I did know a church service when I saw one, however humble the accommodations.

In front of a modest congregation there stood 10 or 12 people grouped to one side, obviously the choir. An old organ. And a couple of people standing to the front. Slightly apart from them stood a tall gaunt man that I understood to be the choir director.

Aside from myself there was not a white face in the room. And I'm pretty sure nobody but me noticed or cared.

The preacher started out and gradually worked into what has become to me a fairly familiar cadence. And after some build up and the emphatic evocation of one or two soul wrenching observations about the power of Jesus - he turned and indicated to the choir director to take over.

The organ hit a couple of chords and I was transfixed. First time I ever heard a Hammond through a Leslie. There is no other sound like that on this green earth.

But that was nothing.

The choir struck the most huge, most soulful, most soul stirring chord I had ever heard produced by human voices - let alone in the same room where I was standing.

And then the choir started rocking.

And then the congregation started rocking.

And then the soloists took it higher.

And then the preacher brought it home.

I had never in my life felt music like that before. I will never forget it.

That's how Lee Collins taught me what's at the heart of Blues, Soul, Jazz - and essentially every kind of American music.

It doesn't have to be religious. There are so many particular things it does not have to be. But, for me, music does have to come from the heart and it does have to express the soul. It's got to have some little bit of what I heard in that cramped, humid little room that day.

To me - Aretha Franklin obviously has it. But I hear the essence of it in Buck Owens too. It's entirely separate from style or even culture. It's an expression of humanity through sound.

That day in church with Lee Collins was a formative moment for me.

So, if nothing else, I try to get a little bit of that - human heart and soul - into whatever thing I do that I intend to call music.

We eventually fell out. Probably my fault. I wish I knew whatever happened to Lee Collins though.