Margaret Ann Caine McQueen

Margaret Ann Caine McQueen
Mom put a guitar in my hand when I was 3 years old. She had too...she bought herself classical guitar for a music class at what was then Floridia Junior College and I would take and play around with it. So she brought me a plastic guitar that looked like a strat. She would buy me a better guitar later on when I was six but it got destroyed in a fight between my Ma and my older sister Mable. Finally my mother after becoming a teacher for Duval County, gave me the nylon string guitar. Later I took 40 bucks up to an old pawn shop were the Freebird Cafe is now and begged the owner to sell me a Cort knock off strat; I was just 13...way below the age level. I made an amp from an old Panasonic stereo amp/reciever and two mix match speakers. With me starting to listen to Hendrix, Led Zep, Howlin' Wolf and all kinds of music, this grated Ma and drew the scorn of my sisters. My mother was not healthy. 10 years in bad marriage in which a severe beating resulted in a bad transfusion. By 1986 when I graduated, my Ma's liver was ravaged by Hep C. This did not stop her though. She ran for city council of Jax. Beach and won. Her political career was just going good when I got arrested with my cousin and her liver began to fail. Even though my mother never knew about my drug use...I didn't use drugs in our house and always worked so I paid for the pot, LSD and anabolic steroids. However people in Jax Beach used my arrest to to attack her. Sad though, people are small minded little crabs. On February 6, 1995 my Ma got a call that a liver was ready for her translant. She survived that and later Breast cancer, kidney failer and a broken hip. She is 70 years old and I sometimes sit with her playing the same nylon string guitar that she bought for herself over 35 years ago.

Sitting on my sister's Pam porch in Natchez

Sitting on my sister's Pam porch in Natchez
My friend Timmy Dillard rode with to Natchez to visit my dad in June of '09. I am playing a Epiphone 12 string guitar

The Zen Buddha of Adams County...THE FAT PIMP!!!

The Zen Buddha of Adams County...THE FAT PIMP!!!
This is my father John Henry McIntyre aka the Fat Pimp who has inspired the name of my music project.

MY SHRINE TO JIMI...

MY SHRINE TO JIMI...
Jimi Hendrix has inspired and influenced many but for African-Americans who played guitar during and after his demise, he is the beacon of creativity that shines on in his music. These two guitars were built by myself to the specs that Hendrix used to modify his own guitars during his last years.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Philosphy of the Zen Pimp

I named my music project "Zen Pimps" to honor my father John Henry McIntyre who is known as the Fat Pimp in southern Mississippi. I always regretted that my mother named me after her then husband Solomon McQueen;he also resented the fact that I was named after him that he adopted his second wife's nephew and named him "Solomon Nikita McQueen". My family and real old friends call me Kelsie and in some of my writings and artwork I will sign "John Kelsie McIntyre". Besides, a pimp is a leader, not a follower. Now nothing is wrong with following but if you don't branch off then how will you improve yourself?
So why the Zen? My own philosphy...be confident in yourself and you can achieve whatever you desire to be...be the pimp. I pimp the guitar; I can play music that make women swoon and grown men cry. There were other "guitar pimps out there before me; Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, B.B. King, Jimi Hendrix...people who used the guitar as an extension of their personality. I cannot name half the notes I play but how can you notate emotions, grief and joy. Love and hate. Confidence and uncertainy.
So I will end this post with one of my father's quotes that he said to a young lady about her chosen profession..."If you going to be whore...be the best whore that you can be!! Always present yourself to the consumer with all the finery you can muster. Treat no trick different whether he only wants head or wants to sample all holes. You don't have to say to every john, 'I love you' but say it with your eyes. A look can make a man pop off or go limp so look right into those eyes as if your eyes were x-ray beams that can look into his skull!" So philosphized the Fat Pimp.....

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