Another good loving blues

"I am hoodoo, I am griot, am a man of power," the narrator of Another Good Loving Blues tells us. "My story is a true story, my words are true words, my lie is a true lie - a fine old delta tale about a mad blues piano player and a Arkansas conjure woman. Plan to show you how they found the good thing. True love ..." And a love story is what we get. It's Beale Street in Memphis, Tennessee, in the age when jazz was spelled "jass" and ragtime was just a glint in Scott.

Joplin's eye. Lucas Bodeen is the bluesman, and Melvira Dupree is the conjure woman he loves. But pitted against them are all the forces of nature - not to mention the clashing of their own stubborn wills - and a society mired in the laws of Jim Crow and the lynch mob. Combining the ancient African storytelling art of the griot with the American offshoots of blues and hoo-doo, Arthur Flowers sings us a story that makes us smile - a story of life, and how love and.

Happiness really happen.