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J.T. Draper teaches high school in Salt Lake City, UT. He also plays in The Clarksdale Ghosts, a three-piece blues/roots band.
Tag Archives: blues
Front Porch Blues
I don’t know where the blues were born, but they grew up on the front porch. People hanging out in the afternoon sun, clapping and stomping having a good time. I live where I do because there is a front … Continue reading
Posted in Culture, DIY, Music, Salt Lake City, Weather
Tagged blues, community, Music, the clarksdale ghosts
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Buskin’ at the SLC Farmers’ Market
Shit. I apologize for that last post. I must have been drunk or depressed or both. This morning I got up early for a Saturday morning (about 7:30 or so), made coffee, gathered my harmonicas together, put my Carvin Cobalt … Continue reading
Posted in beer, Business, Culture, DIY, food, Music, Salt Lake City, Weather
Tagged blues, Bob Dylan, busking, Carvin, Farmers' Market, gelato, Glenn Beck, guitar, harmonica, Hohner, Leonard Cohen, public transportaion, Salt Lake City
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The Ghosts in Rehearsal
Chris and I have been rehearsing a couple of times a week, and we’ll be playing down at Alchemy Coffee in Salt Lake City on May 15 (390 E 1700 S) at 7:30 PM. Here are a couple of things … Continue reading
Posted in Music, Salt Lake City
Tagged americana, blues, Clarksdale Ghosts, djembe, folk, guitar, harmonica, local music, Salt Lake City
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Last Night You Said You Were Leavin’
This is a blues song I wrote a few years ago. I don’t remember what inspired it. Probably a novel or movie. I perform all instruments (vocals, guitar, harmonica and stomp board) and nothing is amplified.
Sep. 12 Set List @ Alchemy Coffee
Thanks to everybody who came out to my gig last night at Alchemy Coffee. Turnout was decent, and the energy was good. At my old music blog, I was pretty diligent at posting set lists from my gigs. However, I … Continue reading
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Tagged Alchemy Coffee, americana, blues, country, folk, J.T. Draper, local music, rock, Salt Lake City
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Pots and Pans
Whenever I hack through the undergrowth of my memory, I usually end up with an image of me sitting on my parents’ kitchen floor beating on pots and pans with a wooden spoon. I must have been one or two. … Continue reading