Salty Dog Blues - Classic American Blues Music for Relaxation, Road Trips & Nostalgic Moments | Download & Stream Now

the gentleman on the right of this CD is my father, wiley morris. the other gentleman is my uncle zeke. growing up in a household where music was so prevalent gave me a great appreciation of talent of which both my dad and uncle had an abundance of. their mom, my grandmother, who died when my dad was only 2, could play most any instrument, especially the fiddle or violin if you prefer. an old brother, george dallas morris was the first to strike out on his own, zeke, being older by 3 years than my dad, followed next. by this time, dad could play a mean guitar and had a great, great voice. i met so many folks, earl scruggs, ralph stanley, wade mainer, others i have forgotten about during my growing up years. we had what i used to call jam sessions, loved them. but, with my dad and mom having 5 kids, and uncle zeke having 6, trying to make a living which at that time paid so awfully little to see a show--.25 cents i think, no big videos, no big royalties, etc., they had to raise us. they both opened their own auto body shops, made a pretty good living to educate us which was important to my dad and mom. it was also important to uncle zeke. man, could he ever play the heck out of his mandolin and fiddle. george did play with them some--very little; he did not play bluegrass, more or less what he played was what i call today a type of blues, oh was he also great, the best really on a guitar. he lived in south carolina, developed a drinking problem, had a divorce, never played much again. my dad and uncle went to the newport folk festival, oklahoma state university, charlotte, and several other places they were invited. they were amazed to be really liked by YOUNG PEOPLE. he had visits from folks who came to our house from ireland, england. they are both gone, but not forgotten by me and my siblings, nor is my uncle zeke forgotten by his children either. we loved them both deeply. they had an extemely hard growing up in a little town called old fort, n.c. six boys with my grandfather and his first wife, six more with a second wife. she was THE EVIL STEPMOTHER. fed her kids and not my dad and the others. my grandfather either did not notice, or did not care which made things really bad. my dad was taken at 6 to live with an aunt, where he finished growing up. their music is timeless, at least to me.