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6 Original Boogie-woogie Piano Solos

6 Original Boogie-woogie Piano Solos

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These Solos were meant for collectors and/or really good pianists. Contents: Special Freight Bobo and Doodles Deuce WIld Twinklin’ The Duke and the Count Chili Sauce

Mary Elfrieda Winn was born in Atlanta, Georgia on May 8, 1910. To keep order in the house, her mother used to hold Mary Lou on her lap while she practiced an old-fashioned pump organ. One day, Mary Lou’s hands beat her mother’s to the keys and she picked out a melody. When her mother discovered this (Mary Lou believes she was 22 or 23 at the time), she had professional men come to the house to play for Mary Lou. Thus, very early, Mary Lou was exposed to Ragtime, Boogie-woogie and the Blues.

Later (Mary Lou puts her age between 4 to 6 years old), the family moved to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where Mary Lou was exposed to all kinds of music. She studied for a time under the then-prominent Sturzio, a classical pianist. An uncle, Joe Epster, paid Mary Lou 50 cents a week to play Irish songs for him. (An all-time favorite was “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling”.) Grandfather Andrew Riser would pay her 50 cents a week to play from The Classics (Il Trovatore) which she learned from watching and pressing down the keys on a player piano. But her stepfather, Fletcher Burley, who hummed the Boogie and Blues for her was her main inspiration along with brother-in-law Hugh Floyd. They encouraged her in her music. Fletcher would hide young Mary Lou underneath a big overcoat that he would wear and sneak her into all kinds of places (including gambling joints) where his buddies gathered. Mary Lou describes it:

He’d take off his hat, put it on the table, put a dollar into it, and say: “Stop! Everybody — my little girl is gonna play for you.” He’d pass the hat around. Often, when I’d leave, I’d have twenty-five or thirty dollars. When we got back outside, he’d say: “Give me back my dollar,” and then we’d go home. My mother would ask, “Where were you?”, and he would reply, “Oh, we went over to Rochelle’s”. Years later, when she found out where Fletcher had been taking me, she almost went into shock.

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