I want to take the chance to share my only connection to Syracuse (well, one of two - Syracuse was one of the schools to offer me a free ride) and maybe ingratiate a few of you to a former friend in the process.
Growing up in the 80s, there was a punk rockabilly San Diego band called the Beat Farmers. Their lead guitarist was this cat named Buddy Seigal, a.k.a., Buddy Blue. When they spit, he struck out on his own, returning to the roots he knew and are up with... in Syracuse, NY.
Buddy wrote, and played, his own fusion of rockabilly, jump blues, and swing. He would set up about once a month in this crappy little hole in the wall about a 5 minute walk from my apartment in La Mesa (Pete's Place). They would push the bar boxes back to the wall and set up a little stage in that 400 sq ft booze-swilling brawl house. The place would be packed, but even then, could only accommodate three dozen, maybe forty people, tops.
I've hooted, hollered, and danced to Buddy's music with three girlfriends, two fiancées, and my current wife. Buddy ran interference with one of the gf's while I was working overseas. And it was six weeks after 9/11 that we went down to hear him play, for what would turn out to be the last time; he was a musical genius, and recorded with a litany of jazz greats before dying suddenly from a heart attack fifteen years ago. It was Buddy's music that night, in a dive bar that felt like 1941, that reassured me we, as a nation, would emerge from this okay.
And so, for those of you who have never heard of Buddy "Blue" Seigal, it is my pleasure to return a son of Syracuse back home, if only in memory.
While he cut four (five?) albums, his music is hard to come by. I've posted a couple sings below that show his range.
Goldmine features some of those rockabilly and jump blue roots:
Right Cross, Left Hook was written about the very dive bar where I used to walk down to/stumble out of to see him play. And
Wretch's Lament is one of the most melodious and melancholious songs you'll hear.
If you find even a passing like in his sound, please dig around for one of his albums. He was proud of his Syracuse roots, and to keep his memory alive in his hometown honestly means more to me than he outcome of Friday's game.
Cheers.