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                      | George Jones |  
									
                      | Antone's 
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                      | March 28, 1979 
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                      | 11” x 17” 
                        (27.9cm x 43.18cm) |  
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                      |  The second incarnation of the club 
                          was far removed from its Sixth St. crib not only in 
                          space, but to a degree, in character. By far it was 
                          the flavor of the music on stage that changed most, 
                          acquiring a new dimension. That dimension would be country. 
                          And it would have two distinct natures: one would be 
                          the touring greats of country’s golden age – 
                          Ray Price, 
						  Willie Nelson, 
						  Tanya Tucker 
                          and others. The other would be the post-cosmic cowboy 
                          group of flowering local talent – Ray Benson and Asleep at the Wheel, Joe Ely, and 
                          above all, Doug Sahm. This bill of 
                          course addresses the first group.   George Jones was very huge then; no 
                          one huger I suspect. Look closely, and you’ll 
                          see that the character of my work during this era shifts 
                          as well. Here I’ve taken a very conservative approach; 
                          practically no bordering, straight-forward graphic, 
                          and interesting but simple lettering. The only non-conformative 
                          in it are the marching “Antone’s”; 
                          absurdity, even that as benign and tepid as this, enhances 
                          communication. Beyond all that, I simply did a careful 
                          study of the man’s face. Since I couldn’t 
                          hear his voice, I focused on his eyes. |  
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                |  This was a poster redone. In 1980, George Jones dominated country music. The sheer mass of 
                    his talent had propelled him from the Orange Triangle in the 
                    ‘50s in an almost perfect arc to the top at this decade’s 
                    start. As happens quite often, the environment of live entertaining 
                    – in the wake of vast success - is often informed with 
                    torque and pressure, as well as the natural inclination to 
                    mitigate those effects -- as well as the means to do so. Antone’s 
                    had booked him earlier in the year, but George did not make 
                    it. “No-show Jones” was a moniker 
                    he wore sometimes in those days, and which in this case was 
                    true. However, he re-booked almost immediately and I set about 
                    changing the date on the artwork. This was among the first 
                    of the country greats that Clifford Antone 
                    booked, and as a longtime fan I was appreciative of the work. 
                    It was an incredible performance by a giant at the top of 
                    his form.           
                         
 Like Clifford Antone,  George hailed from southeast Texas, but found his inspiration in classical  country and western music that permeated the southern states as opposed to the  Zydeco and blues that had moved Clifford so deeply. And Mr. Jones learned it  well. Perhaps no other singer since Hank Williams had such a signature vocal  sound. At the time of this performance, George’s career had already peaked and  complications such as his marathon drinking and his divorce from Tammy Wynette  earlier in the 70’s put a serious brake on his live performances as the decade  drew to a close. Nevertheless, after a false start, the country legend showed  up at the doors of Antone’s that wet and cold night.?????? It was a  memorable show, and marked the pinnacle of Clifford’s foray into country  bookings that characterized the second incarnation of the club on Great  Northern Boulevard. On time, on the mark and stark raving sober, George’s  performance was magic. The vocals were velvet and a packed hall provided the  acoustic resonance that was often missing when empty seats exposed the flat  surfaces that often killed much of the music in the former furniture showroom. |  
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