The people of Bessemer, Ala., are finally free of the dangers of an old man and his friends playing the blues in an old back-yard garage each Saturday night. Police raided the “juke joint” known as Gip’s Place Saturday night, shutting down one of the last of the old-style musical roadhouses still surviving today. I know I’ll sleep better with this terrible threat gone.
Police are only saying that Henry Gipson’s place was an “illegal business,” but this strikes at the core of business licensing. Why does a man need permission from a city or state to transact business with willing customers. His place was known far and wide as a great place to listen to the blues, one of the last remaining places to hear authentic blues in a raw setting. A couple of years ago, NPR called Gip’s place “a blues lover’s dream.” And here’s a three-minute piece about Gipson put together by a local photographer.
But after letting Gipson run his informal performance space every Saturday night for decades, the city of Bessemer decided this weekend to shut him down, according to a post on the Facebook page for Gip’s Place.

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