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John Butler Trio
@ The Fonda Theatre
Los Angeles, CA
February 21, 2014
All photos © Kaley Nelson Photography - www.KaleyNelson.com
Pictures from around the campus of Butler University.
Pictures from around the campus of Butler University.
Roy Butler
IF the learned Supreme Court of Illinois
Got at the secret of every case
As well as it does a case of rape
It would be the greatest court in the world.
A jury, of neighbors mostly, with "Butch" Weldy
As foreman, found me guilty in ten minutes
And two ballots on a case like this:
Richard Bandle and I had trouble over a fence
And my wife and Mrs. Bandle quarreled
As to whether Ipava was a finer town than Table Grove.
I awoke one morning with the love of God
Brimming over my heart, so I went to see Richard
To settle the fence in the spirit of Jesus Christ.
I knocked on the door, and his wife opened;
She smiled and asked me in.
I entered-- She slammed the door and began to scream,
"Take your hands off, you low down varlet!"
Just then her husband entered.
I waved my hands, choked up with words.
He went for his gun, and I ran out.
But neither the Supreme Court nor my wife
Believed a word she said.
My boyhood and high school friend Paul Butler was in town for business and stopped by to see me. It was fantastic, but way too short.
Built in the embalmed carcass of the remnants of the Butler Hotel. Originally an office building completed in 1890, it was converted to hotel in 1894 and then parking garage in the 1930s.
In Seattle's Pioneer Square neighborhood, James Street facade.
Butler Pantry with Homer Laughlin fruit bowl on a 30’s hand towel, McCoy cookie jar and late 50’s Sunbeam mixer (works great!)
- www.kevin-palmer.com - This fire lookout sits on top of Butler Peak at 8,535' in the San Bernardino Mountains.
Although the story of guitarist/vocalist Jonathan Butler is one narrative, it tends to be told in two parts. His followers in North America where Butler is now based know that he is from South Africa but with little knowledge of his background. Those who appreciate his music locally know how he used his voice/guitar to escape the abject conditions around him. Although they know that he is big in the US, there is little knowledge of the many musical projects he involved in across the Atlantic. On the weekend of 02-03 April, Butler will appear at the Cape Town International Jazz Festival with two guests, trumpeter Rick Braun and saxophonist Richard Elliot. Since 2005, the three have performed together as members of a band known as Jazz Attack. As individual artists, all three unquestionably belong to the premier smooth jazz league. Butler has won Grammy nominations twice for his African-brewed vocalising and guitar playing. Both Braun and Elliot are leading innovative smooth jazz artists. Having them in Cape Town will be an opportunity to see their skill and will help to square the Jonathan Butler story as local audiences will have first hand experience of what the vocalist/guitarist does in the US.
Beautiful country around Butlers pond. I was pleased to get a decent exposure because is was midday and the light was a little harsh.
The plantation was abandoned when the Civil War began. In 1866, Butler's daughter Frances returned with her father to attempt to restore the plantation to its former glory. Unlike her younger sister Sarah who was aligned with her mother, Frances had adopted her father's pro-slavery views and kept a diary like her mother. She published it in 1883, titled Ten Years on a Georgia Plantation (ISBN 1-498-15893-5).[9] It is considered the best account of what it was like for whites who were former plantation owners in Georgia during Reconstruction. In Frances' view, blacks fared better under slavery than freedom. Due to the lack of slave labor, and the postwar depression in the South, plantations were doomed to fail, and the fifth generation of Butlers sold the remains of their lands in 1923.[10]
A description of the plantation from November 1873:
I am monarch of all I survey, which is an island of about 1,600 acres, surrounded by a muddy-looking river, called the romantic-sounding Indian name of the Altamaha. ... Our castle is a neat but not gaudy little frame house, with a piazza in front of it, from which you descend by six steps to a garden, or rather a small grove of orange trees, palmettoes, oleanders, and roses. The first-named are laden with golden fruit, of a quality unsurpassed anywhere in the world, I am bold to say, for size and sweetness. We are hard at work now packing them up for market, and shall have over 100 barrels for sale. The interior of the mansion is in accordance with its modest exterior; a small dining-room, a small drawing-room, a very small office or study, a small hall, a pantry, and two comfortable bedrooms on the ground-floor, and two more comfortable bedrooms over the dining and drawing-rooms. At the rear of the house about twelve yards, is what is called the colony, where are situated the kitchen, servants' sitting-room and bedrooms, the laundry and dairy, and in a corner of the yard is a turkey-house, full of prime Christmas fowl.
Behind the colony is Settlement No. 1, where the coloured people (I believe this is the correct term) reside. It consists of an avenue of orange trees, on each side of which are rows of wooden houses, and at the end of which, facing the avenue, is what was the old hospital, but which is now half of it the church. ... Immediately in front of our garden is the Altamaha river, with the landing-place for the boats, and from which all the water-supply is drawn. On the left of us is the overseer's house, a larger and more imposing edifice, although not so comfortable as ours. On the right are the barns and the threshing mill and engine, which are very nearly finished, and present a magnificent appearance from the river. The old mill, with all the valuable machinery, was burnt down a year ago. The rest of the island consists of rice-fields, of which about 1,000 acres are under cultivation or cultivable, some marsh land covered with thick bamboo and reeds, in which the wild duck do congregate, and some scrubby brushwood; also Settlements Nos. 2 and 3, an old rickety, but very large barn, a ruined mill, a ruined sugar-house.[11]
When the West End Whingers went to Broadway the stage crews understandably went on strike and much of Broadway was dark. Hoorah for Xanadu and its lovely star Miss Kerry Butler who insisted on being photographed with the English Whingers.
The plantation was abandoned when the Civil War began. In 1866, Butler's daughter Frances returned with her father to attempt to restore the plantation to its former glory. Unlike her younger sister Sarah who was aligned with her mother, Frances had adopted her father's pro-slavery views and kept a diary like her mother. She published it in 1883, titled Ten Years on a Georgia Plantation (ISBN 1-498-15893-5).[9] It is considered the best account of what it was like for whites who were former plantation owners in Georgia during Reconstruction. In Frances' view, blacks fared better under slavery than freedom. Due to the lack of slave labor, and the postwar depression in the South, plantations were doomed to fail, and the fifth generation of Butlers sold the remains of their lands in 1923.[10]
A description of the plantation from November 1873:
I am monarch of all I survey, which is an island of about 1,600 acres, surrounded by a muddy-looking river, called the romantic-sounding Indian name of the Altamaha. ... Our castle is a neat but not gaudy little frame house, with a piazza in front of it, from which you descend by six steps to a garden, or rather a small grove of orange trees, palmettoes, oleanders, and roses. The first-named are laden with golden fruit, of a quality unsurpassed anywhere in the world, I am bold to say, for size and sweetness. We are hard at work now packing them up for market, and shall have over 100 barrels for sale. The interior of the mansion is in accordance with its modest exterior; a small dining-room, a small drawing-room, a very small office or study, a small hall, a pantry, and two comfortable bedrooms on the ground-floor, and two more comfortable bedrooms over the dining and drawing-rooms. At the rear of the house about twelve yards, is what is called the colony, where are situated the kitchen, servants' sitting-room and bedrooms, the laundry and dairy, and in a corner of the yard is a turkey-house, full of prime Christmas fowl.
Behind the colony is Settlement No. 1, where the coloured people (I believe this is the correct term) reside. It consists of an avenue of orange trees, on each side of which are rows of wooden houses, and at the end of which, facing the avenue, is what was the old hospital, but which is now half of it the church. ... Immediately in front of our garden is the Altamaha river, with the landing-place for the boats, and from which all the water-supply is drawn. On the left of us is the overseer's house, a larger and more imposing edifice, although not so comfortable as ours. On the right are the barns and the threshing mill and engine, which are very nearly finished, and present a magnificent appearance from the river. The old mill, with all the valuable machinery, was burnt down a year ago. The rest of the island consists of rice-fields, of which about 1,000 acres are under cultivation or cultivable, some marsh land covered with thick bamboo and reeds, in which the wild duck do congregate, and some scrubby brushwood; also Settlements Nos. 2 and 3, an old rickety, but very large barn, a ruined mill, a ruined sugar-house.[11]