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Clifford Antone, RIP

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Clifford Antone, the man who hosted the blues scene in Austin, Texas, passed away. I will miss him. Austin back in the day had many eccentrics. Clifford was among the best of them. He was always gracious and friendly. He was a fan first, a business owner second. He believed in nurturing young talent and rewarding high-mileage veterans.

One Sunday night back in 1989 my girlfriend and I stopped by his club, which was then just north of the University of Texas campus. We had been there the previous Friday night, at which time Clifford had told us that there was to be a secret performance by the guitar legend Albert Collins on Sunday. The problem, he said, was that this particular performance was a fundraiser for the Travis County Republican Party. Clifford hated the idea. So did Collins. But Collins needed the money and the Republicans then -- as now -- had all the money. So as a favor to Collins Clifford decided to host the party. But he wanted us to show. We would be on the guest list so we would not have to pay, he said.

When we got there, the place was filled with ill-fitting blue suits, white shirts, and red ties. Many of the Republicans sported big tortoise-shell glasses. They all stood in rows. Heads bobbing in unison. Weight shifted to the back leg. Lower lip protuding. Eyes half-closed. Soul, baby. Soul.

In every single right hand sat a can of Coors Light.

We scurried to the bar in a hurry and ordered a couple of Shiner Bocks. We shared an eye-roll with the bartender. Then Clifford came out to greet us. He put his hands on our shoulders and led us into the back room where Collins was tuning up. As we turned, he said "looks like we are the only Democrats in the place. Anyone who is not a Goddamn Reaganite is a friend of mine."

When we got to the back room Collins was exchanging riffs with -- gasp and gag -- Republican strategist Lee Atwater, the South Carolina Gamecock fratboy who used racism to win elections and then played the black man's songs back to him as if that would make everything OK. As I saw him, I could not help but superimpose the image of Willie Horton on his head.

It turns out this was Atwater's party all along. The Republicans had invited him to come talk at a fundraiser. He had insisted that it should be a concert with Albert Collins at Antone's.

I am sorry to report that Lee Atwater, who died about a year after this event, could both sing and play guitar. He was really good. He was not Albert Collins good (who was?). But he did hold his own up there. It's too bad. I would have liked to see him sent to the woodshed by the master of the Telecaster.

Clifford, throughout the night, was friendly to his uptight guests. They were potential blues fans, after all. And they were helping out Albert Collins, who never got the rewards he deserved. And that mattered more than anything.

We will miss you Clifford.

You can read his obit from the Austin American-Statesman below the jump.


Impresario nurtured musicians and city to national prominence
By Michael Corcoran
AMERICAN-STATESMAN STAFF
Tuesday, May 23, 2006

A giant, an institution, a generous soul whose obsessive love of the blues helped make this college town nationally known forstomping-goodlive music and passionate listeners is gone.

The news shot through the Austin air Tuesday afternoon like a stinging Albert King guitar lead: Clifford Antone is dead.

By giving Chicago blues legends a club in Texas to play, as well as launching a raucous classroom where upstarts such as the Fabulous Thunderbirds, Charlie Sexton and Stevie Ray Vaughan could learn at the feet of the masters, Antone forever changed the Texas music landscape. He was 56.

Police spokeswoman Laura Albrecht said officers responded to a call at the Towers of Town Lake condominiums on Interstate 35 approximately 1:15 p.m. Tuesday. They found Antone dead in his apartment. The cause of death has not been determined, pending results of an autopsy, though police said the death did not appear suspicious.

A celebration of Antone's life is planned for his namesake club for 4 p.m. Wednesday. It will be free to the public.

Fans, musicians and club owners began gathering at his namesake club on West Fifth Street around 5 p.m., leaving flowers, photos and notes.

Broken Spoke owner James White spoke of his friendship with Antone.

"It's a terrible shock," White said. "Clifford and I were such good pals. He was a great guy, and if something happened to me, I know he would come to my club."

Later Tuesday, a photograph of Antone rested in his usual seat at the Broken Spoke as Alvin Crow and his band played "Rainin' in My Heart."

"I feel like the heart of Austin music has been ripped out," said drummer Chris Layton, echoing the sentiments of many stunned mourners.

Antone was like the music scene's maitre d', greeting friends and strangers warmly, always ready to help in any way he could. He was known for paying acts more than they took in at the door, dipping into his own wallet to help both aging bluesmen and young, broke enthusiasts who moved to Austin from all over the world because they had heard that the world's greatest blues club was here.

One by one, Antone's heroes passed away — Muddy Waters, John Lee Hooker, Albert Collins, Jimmy Reed, Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown — but not before they played the club Antone opened as a 25-year-old in 1975 on Sixth Street, back before Sixth Street was known as an entertainment district.

At that first of four locations, he'd often book them for a week at a time so the original electric blues cats wouldn't have to travel between gigs. Every night, Antone would stand at the side of the stage with a broad smile. His gushy introductions were almost as legendary as his club.

While much of the Austin population became aware of Antone mainly through two high-profile marijuana busts — in 1984 and 1997 — for which he served two stints in federal prison, those who knew him personally describe a warm, big-hearted blues encyclopedia who truly did it all for the music more than the money.

"He loved to book the big names, but he also liked to turn folks on to the great sidemen," said Connie Hancock of the Texana Dames. Eddie Taylor, Wayne Bennett, Hubert Sumlin, Matt "Guitar" Murphy and Luther Tucker may have been better known for backing others, but at Antone's they were superstars.

"Playing at Antone's for the first time was an incredible thrill," said guitarist Eve Monsees, who was called up to join a blues jam when she was just 15. "Clifford had never heard me play, but when he asked me who I liked and I said 'Magic Sam' he figured I'd be OK."

"He was a giant," said blues musician Jon Blondell. "He lived for the music, and if you were a musician, that meant he existed for you."

He backed his affinity with an unmatched knowledge of the blues and taught a class on the subject at the University of Texas for the past two years.

"How many other teachers at the University of Texas got their name in the title of the course?" said Kevin Mooney, the music professor who organized "Blues According to Clifford Antone." "He adored the students and loved giving back to them. He didn't want that class to end every day; there was so much material he wanted to share with them."

If you liked the music of Lightnin' Slim, Snooky Pryor or Sunnyland Slim, you had a good friend in Antone, the cherubic Lebanese American with the askew hair, who grew up in Port Arthur and came to love the blues when he traced the roots of acts such as Cream and Fleetwood Mac.

Yet Antone was known as much for promoting the future of music as for tracing its past.

"I used to come down from Kansas City to go to Antone's before I moved here," said musician Guy Forsyth, a mainstay on the club's stage in recent years. "It was about the third time I was there that Clifford came over and introduced himself. He could see I was digging the music and made me feel at home, a feeling Antone's had had ever since."

Antone didn't just befriend and hire younger musicians; he took them under his wing.

"When me and my family moved to town in 1980, Clifford completely opened up all his resources to help us," said Hancock.

"When Clifford came out of prison the second time (in 2003), he told me it was harder than the first time," Hancock said. "The pain was deeper, but he also seemed to want to help as many people as possible after he got out."

Antone organized a Hurricane Katrina benefit at the Erwin Center in September, starring Willie Nelson and the Neville Brothers. He has also helped surviving bluesmen like 92-year-old Pinetop Perkins move to Austin, arranging for nursing care and an apartment. "I don't know what I'm gonna do now. I may stay here; I may not," Perkins said Tuesday before playing hymns in Antone's honor in his South Austin apartment.

Antone was 18 when he moved to Austin in 1968 to attend the University of Texas, with plans to become a lawyer. That year, he was arrested for trying to smuggle a bag of marijuana across the border at Laredo. The case was dismissed, but Antone dropped out of school and discovered a new passion. "When I finally heard the Chicago blues, man, it was like I finally discovered what had been in my mind my whole life,'' he told the American-Statesman in 1997.

After the first Antone's closed, the club moved far north, but it soon found a new home on Guadalupe Street near the UT campus. Antone said that "between '75 and '85, I don't think there's any question we were the best blues club in the world."

But Antone had to relinquish ownership of the third — and some might say best — Antone's at 2915 Guadalupe St. in 1984 when he was convicted of possessing more than 1,000 pounds of marijuana and served 14 months of a five-year sentence in federal prison.

When he was released, he remained active in the booking of the club, introducing the acts and occasionally sitting in on bass guitar.

The club is currently owned by a board of directors headed by sister — and primary family survivor — Susan Antone.

Clifford Antone's troubles worsened in 1996 as federal agents investigated a drug ring responsible for smuggling more than 5 tons of marijuana from Mexico to the United States and Canada. Antone's name appeared in the ledger of an El Paso drug dealer, who used the book to keep track of his suppliers and buyers, court documents show.

Agents then raided Antone's Town Lake condo and seized $60,000 in cash, a 50-pound scale, shredded papers, 2 ounces of marijuana and a vial of cocaine.

A federal grand jury indicted Antone in 1997 on charges of conspiracy to deliver marijuana and money laundering. Facing a possible life sentence, Antone cooperated with prosecutors and pleaded guilty in 1999.

In December 2002, he was released to a halfway house in Austin, serving out the final six months of his four-year sentence.

In the hearts of local fans, Antone's musical accomplishments far overshadow his criminal record. He has helped make Austin what it is today: a live music mecca where the young learn from the old and those who move on continue to live in what they've left behind.

Singer Delbert McClinton summed up Antone in a statement he released Tuesday. "He loved the music so much," McClinton recalled. "Like nobody else I've ever known."

Comments

What an awesome story!

Not enough can be said. Things will never be the same. There is no doubt that Antone loved what he was doing. What is even more awesome is how we loved it, too. It was not a club that succeeded cuz some promoter followed a business plan. His achievement succeeded cuz he loved the music and the people. That is an awesome tribute.

As Clifford's cousin, and on behalf of all of our family.........Thank you all, for your kind words and memories of Cliff. and for your appreciation of the music he brought to life for so many people.

There is a huge hole in our hearts right now, and this is very hard to accept; but I do know that he will always have a very real presence in all of our lives and in the music he so passionately loved.... The music that was as pure as his love for it...the sounds that often brought tears to his eyes.

I believe it is we, who are away from Clifford, not he from us.

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