Bluesman Maynard Silva Dies at 57
By JULIA WELLS

Maynard Silva 1951-2008
Maynard Silva, the Vineyard’s homegrown, authentic American roots bluesman who was known and admired from Gay Head to Chappaquiddick with his National guitar, reedy harmonica, red high-top sneakers and growl of a voice, died Wednesday at the Martha’s Vineyard Hospital after a three-year battle with cancer. He was 57. His wife Basia Jaworska Silva and son Milo Silva were with him at the time of his death.
A native Island son, Maynard had played with many of the blues greats, including J.B. Hutto, Bukka White, Buddy Guy and Rick Danko. He came of age as a musician in the early 1970s in St. Louis. “I played in this place called Alice’s Moonlight Lounge,” he told the Gazette in an interview in 1994. “I played for guys who were off their shift, they were factory guys who had been up all night. They would be in there, drinking their lunch, and it was a black bar. I’d play Jimmy Reed songs and Elmore James, ’cause that’s what they loved. They’d sit there and sing along with it.”
He bought his first harmonica at the Bunch of Grapes Bookstore.
“This was 1971. Maynard Silva was a Vineyard kid in St. Louis, learning the blues the hard way — the right way, the only way,” wrote Gazette reporter Jason Gay in the 1994 interview.
“He was a wolf in every sense of the word at one time or another. He is about this world experience, raw, on-the-toes reaching-for-the-heavens kind of music,” said radio disc jockey and friend Laurel Reddington during a rich musical tribute to Maynard that aired on Vineyard radio station WMVY on Wednesday night.
“Yes, it’s a sad thing that we don’t live forever,” Maynard told the Gazette in 1994. “We don’t get to be with the people we love all the time. Bad things happen to people. How do you accept that? That’s a question I’m not equipped to answer. I’m not a philosopher, I’m a guitar player.”
Maynard Silva was born Feb. 20, 1951 in Oak Bluffs, the son of Frank and Mabel Porter Silva of Vineyard Haven. His father worked in a gas station and managed the town cemetery; his mother worked at Vineyard Dry Goods. His older brother Thomas died in the Korean War when Maynard was still a baby. (The album Exorcism and Guardian Angels is dedicated to the brother he never knew.)
He graduated from the Martha’s Vineyard Regional High School in 1969. His first introduction to the blues came from his high school English teacher Leroy Hazelton. “He played a Howlin‘ Wolf record for me. All I’d heard before was rock and roll and Wolf’s blues was so intense it scared me!” he said in a Gazette interview in 1987. Two other early Island influences were Gene Baer, an art teacher at the high school who was a boogie-woogie piano player and took the time to explain music theory to him, and Peter Ortiz, a professional sign painter on the Island. As a teenager, Maynard apprenticed to Mr. Ortiz.
“‘Don’t be afraid to improvise. If you can do that you can always get by.’ He used that word improvise a lot in sign painting just like people do in music,” Maynard once recalled.
He would later take up sign painting and music as dual careers.
After graduating from high school he entered Lindenwood College near St. Louis.
“I thought I’d be able to hear a lot of blues in St. Louis. I was wrong. So I started going down river to Memphis on weekends and hanging around the clubs on Beale street,” he told the Gazette in 1987.
He left college to study the blues and soon was getting work as a guitarist in Memphis. Of all the musicians he played with, he was most proud of his association with Bukka White, which began on Beale street in 1972. It ended four years later in Boston when he was supposed to play a gig with Bukka at a Boston nightclub, but the musician had a stroke as he was getting off the airplane and never played again.
Another early influence was Paul Butterfield.
“He was doing these slow blues. I just related to the whole thing . . . blues songs made me look at what I saw in my own life,” he said in a Martha’s Vineyard magazine interview in 2002.
He started his own band, the Maynard Silva Band, which cut a record in 1982 and was the subject of a television documentary.
“Fame and fortune, however, are not what Maynard considers the measure of his success in music,” the Gazette reported five years later. “He is proud of keeping the pure American blues sound alive, and of being able to hold his own on stage with people like Buddy Guy.”

1996, song for Susan Tedeschi,
Stand on my Head.
In the late 1980s, tired of life on the road, Mr. Silva returned home to the Vineyard where he married and began to raise a family.
“I love the music but I hate show business,” he told the Gazette. “I played professionally for 10 years without taking a week off. Now I want to spend holidays with my family. It’s depressing to be on stage in a bar at Christmastime. Tragic heroes are great to watch but it’s not fun to be one. I’m lucky I’m still a sign painter.”
Over the next two decades he continued to play slide guitar, electric and acoustic, alone and in various bands. He played gigs in all the places where emerging musicians of the day were turning up to jam and perform, from Lupo’s Heartbreak Hotel in Providence, R.I., to the Agricultural Fair in West Tisbury.
He also navigated many rough spots in his life, including addiction. His first marriage ended in divorce. And in his music, he deliberately turned his back on what he called corporate blues.
“It’s hard to see this big explosion of BMW blues, you know? I mean Eric Clapton, a multimillionaire singing about five long years working in a steel mill?” he said in the 1994 Gazette interview.
In 1998 he met Basia Jaworska, an Island artist. Yesterday she recalled their first encounter: “I had been on a trip to Portugal and I met Silvas there and I thought, there’s that guy Maynard Silva on the Island, I wonder if he knows anything about his roots? He happened to be playing a rain date for the harbor fest. I went down there with my sketch book. I was being like a sniper artist and sketching him.”
Later she saw him at the post office and offered to send him the sketch. “He was so flustered he didn’t know his post office box number. But then he gave it to me and I sent him the sketch. We ran into each other again later at the bank — the Island is like that — and he said, can I call you. And that was it,” she said.
They were married in January of 2007.
“I’ve played with many blues players and Maynard was a true bluesman in the truest tradition,” said Al Shackman yesterday, a close friend and former session guitarist with Atlantic Records who lives on the Vineyard. “It was quite unexpected — one doesn’t come across true steeped-in-the tradition blues players anymore. He was like a throwback. I came to have the highest respect for him and put him on the same platform as those other bluesmen from the Four Corners to Chicago to Kansas City. He had it and there won’t be another one coming along very soon, if ever,” he said. They had planned to make a CD together. “Guess we will have to look forward to the flip side of life for that,” Mr. Shackman said.
“What kind of blues guitarist was he? The one I always wanted to be,” said Don Groover, an Oak Bluffs resident who was trained at Berklee College of Music and is widely regarded as one of the best professional guitarists on the Island. “What Maynard did for me was he made me realize that you really have to play from the gut. I’ve been trying to do what he does ever since — just play from the heart,” he said.
His solo albums were Maynard Silva, Dancing with El Distorto, Exorcism and Guardian Angels, Rocket Science and Blues Verite. With his band the New Hawks he recorded Wall of Tin and Howl at the Moon. He was also included in several anthologies, most notably Best of Slide Guitar (Wolf Records), A Beanpot of Songs (Blues Trust) and Best of Vineyard Sound (Rhino Records). His music was used for this summer’s performance of the play Rising Water at the Vineyard Playhouse. He loved war movies and the Boston Celtics. Bill Russell was one of his heroes. Fatherhood affected him profoundly and after his divorce he raised his son Milo alone. And he hewed to the simple Vineyard life. “I don’t own a cell phone because I lose things that are smaller than a guitar. I used to play a harmonica but I kept losing it,” he told WMVY in an interview that aired again as part of the radio tribute on Wednesday night.
Three years ago Maynard developed cancer and the Vineyard music community rallied around him, although he refused to allow any benefit concerts, continuing to play his own benefit gigs for others. Then in May this year Island musicians organized a special tribute and benefit for him at Outerland. Following the event, Maynard wrote in a letter to the Gazette: “For me the best thing was still the music. Hearing people who I’ve watched study roots music for decades cut loose and play it real not only packed the dance floor but warmed my heart. Thanks for the hard work, the love, the money, and most of all for the spirit.”
In addition to his wife and his son he is survived by an aunt, Barbara Dugan of Oak Bluffs; two cousins, Glenn Andrews of West Tisbury and Tom Anzer of Concord and their families; his mother in law Teresa Jaworski of Vineyard Haven, and two brothers in law and one sister in law and their families.

Boy, could he play the harmonica.
He was cremated. A memorial celebration of his life will be held at a future date to be announced.
Contributions may be made in his memory to the Martha’s Vineyard Cancer Support Group, Box 2214, Vineyard Haven MA 02568.
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Friday, July 18, 2008 11:41am
this was not only a fine and talented musician, maynard was a great human being. i'll always recall his comments about eric clapton purchasing the robert johnson songbook. "he still don't own robert", he said. then maynard broke into an accoustic version of 'crossroads'.
- jeffery mcnary , cambridge, ma
Monday, July 21, 2008 2:39pm
Knew Maynard through Bob, the Charlie Chaplin-look alike bassist with JB Hutto, back when Maynard painted the sign at the legendary Record Garage. Nothing I read surprised me, he was the real deal, and the handful of times I saw him with the New Hawks opened my eyes to blues not as tribute music, but as a vital, first-person form still very much alive. A testament to what we now call Americana. I'm glad you died so well loved, brother.
- Joe Harvard , Asbury Park NJ
Monday, July 21, 2008 6:27pm
Watching him play at fundraisers battling cancer was such an inspiration to me. Music was his soul and it showed each time someone was lucky enough to encounter this talented man. He is with the angels now and in peace.
- Laura German , Chilmark, North brookfield
Tuesday, July 22, 2008 12:34pm
I first came to know of Maynard through his music.. My ex and I saw him perform New Years eve of '88 or '89, and he immediately reminded me of one of my favorite artists....David Bromberg (little by looks and alot in his voice,guitar and mannerisms and "manipulation" of words and lyrics)
Years later I would come to know Maynard through another of his many accomplishments. And through recovery he gave to me in much the same way as his music. Smooth and sweet, but with no corners cut, and a raw edge that gave me reality at the same time as a huge dose of hope.
God's plans are so much better than mine. I had my time shared with Maynard through his music and his friendship, and I am forever grateful. Rock on my friend and God bless.
- Bruce Krogslund , East Chop and PA
Wednesday, July 23, 2008 6:51pm
When Ralph J. Gleason -- the legendary jazz journalist -- passed away, Miles Davis said "Give me back my friend." And so it is . . .
- Al McMahill , Denver
Friday, July 25, 2008 1:44am
Maynard was always a good friend of mine and I was very fortunate to get back in contact with him recently. I played drums in a band with him way back in 1978 and 1979. He saw Bob (our bass player) and I play with Chuck Berry in Rhode Island in Feb 1979. I have many good memories of the times we had together back in those days. He was a very exciting performer on stage and our band The Jaguars were a big hit in the Boston area at the time. Unfortunately we never did put out a CD but did make a few 'demo' recordings. He will always be my friend and I hope we meet again in Eternity.
- Doug Hawes , Centerville, Ohio
Saturday, July 26, 2008 6:58pm
Maynard will be stomping out the beat in his red shoes with all his friends in glorys blues band. I'll be missing you. Rest my friend.
- Big Bill , Boston
Friday, August 1, 2008 10:49pm
Maynard "The Voice" Silva was a regular @ a concert hall/night club I ran in the early 80's called Center Stage in East Providence R.I.. He was ALWAYS an absolute pleasure to work and laugh with. Although I had not been in contact with him in many tears his memory will always be with me. Mike Farrell
- Mike Farrell , Lincoln Rhode Island
Tuesday, August 5, 2008 9:17am
I knew Maynard in Prov., RI. He was a wonderful, supportive friend in what was a sometimes misogynist blues scene there. He played in this funky bar called "The Met Cafe'" He'd walk the bar and play slide w/ people's beer bottles...we all loved it...he always left us cheering!!!
R.I.P. old friend!
Sincerely in The Blues,
Ms Marci
- Ms Marci Chevian-Hooper , Plainfield, CT
Wednesday, August 6, 2008 10:25pm
When Brewer Phillips died two weeks before his scheduled appearance at the Boston Blues Festival, Maynard spearheaded the Memorial Jam at the Hatch Shell. He conjured up that Hound Dog Taylor & The Houserockers vibe. Now I'm quite sure he is trading licks with them. Thanks for keeping it real.
- Greg Sarni , Melrose, MA
Tuesday, September 9, 2008 3:56pm
It is with great saddness that I came upon this news of Maynard's passing. We were both sign painters. I only knew causually him fron his many fine and wild at the old(and now long gone) Met Cafe in Providence. And our mutual trade of sign painting. He was so wild and great there! And yes we always looked forward to him jumping up and playing his Gibson Melody Maker while walking the whole BAR!
R.I.P. Maynard you are missed and loved.
- Bob Souza , East Providence, R.I.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008 10:28pm
in the late 70's i went to C.C.R.I. in lincoln.i became friends with some people who hung out at a bar in providence called the met cafe.it was a hole in the wall.the drinks were cheap and the music was great.it was there that i met maynard.i used to love it when he played long tall sally.in the mid 80's i moved to martha's vineyard.one time i was getting off the boat in vineyard haven and he was getting on.he told me he grew up there..that was one of the last times i saw him.i am truly sorry to find out he had passed away
- chris flynn , taunton
Friday, March 27, 2009 11:32pm
I met Maynard in 2001 and loved hearing him play at the Clay House. I now live in the wilds of Canada, and while listening to him on my Ipod just now I was inspired to Google him and find out where he was at. I now know and it's a very sad day ....... Basia, my thoughts are with you.
- Sarah , Yukon, Canada
Monday, March 30, 2009 5:02am
I was Maynard's college roommate at Lindenwood College in St Charles Missouri, in 1970-71. When I met him, he was a Philosophy major already (at 19) steeped in the blues of being a Portuguese (Portugee) from Vineyard Haven, whose Dad managed the graveyard... Maynard was a deep, and intense young man. I smoked dope with him, tripped with him, loved him like a brother, and, being an uncontainable artist, he drove me nuts. He was a wild young man in 1970. He was in deeply in love with a woman in town named Adrienne.
He introduced me that year to Muddy Waters, Paul Butterfield, Geoff Muldaur, Taj Mahal, and Magic Sam, among others... He was absolutely, all about the eccentric, die-if-you-can't-get-it-out expression of life's most profound sorrows. He sat up nights speeding and tripping on acid, and seriously arguing philosophy, as only a young man can do. I feel privileged to have known (and argued with) him in those times. He added existential funk, slide guitar, darkness and harmonica to the roots/blues/country group "Orphan Egg". Maynard took off from college for a while with Tom Greer, to hang out with Bukka White, and came back a changed man. He raved at me for the remainder of his time at Lindenwood about Bukka, and the absolute necessity of playing from the gut.
I lost track of him, over the next 20 years, but guessed I'd find him around Vineyard Haven. Ten years ago, I found his number, and called him. We talked about his son, Milo, of whom he was even more proud than of his music.
I was working my way back to playing and writing, and his encouragement was the Philosopher's Stone itself: he told me, "Whatever level you're playing at, man, it's all the same; your pleasure is gonna be the same pleasure, whether you're playing two chords or too many chords..." He was absolutely encouraging.
He told me about Portuguese (Cape Verdean) Morna music, and Fado; he considered himself an artist in those traditions as well as the Black American Blues. Future scholars of North American strains of this music, take note: Maynard knew where his roots were.
He sent me his current CDs with the Hutto & the New Hawks, and some articles... I saw where my old friend had gone, and how far he had come, and felt proud to know him, bragging about how I knew him when we were truly the new hawks... If you stumbled on this name and this story, look further; Maynard Silva was the real deal. He lived his whole life inside the genius of the blues, because he fit it perfectly.
Maynard, old friend, I'm crying as I write it, and remembering you: I'm driftin' and driftin', like a ship out on the sea...
My life is richer around the real things, because we were young men together, Maynard. Thank you, and goodbye...
- Richard Brandenburg
Monday, March 30, 2009 10:22pm
I was very sad to hear that Maynard had past away last year. I can't believe I just heard about it. I met Maynard in The early 1980's when he played in a bar called Andy's(The Pit)in Westport, Mass. I spent the next few years getting to know him quite well. My boyfriend at the time was in his band. He was a wonderful person and a great musician. We had many wonderful and wild times.
My thoughts are with his family and friends who loved him so much. I know he meant a great deal to me. I am sorry we lost contact.
RIP Maynard....
- Linda Camara , Westport, Mass
Saturday, May 16, 2009 6:39pm
I recently saw guitarist Silvertone Steve and drummer Leroy Pina at a performance with Lisa Marie & All Shook Up. Both of these extraordinary musicians are Grammy award winners who played and toured with Blues legend J.B. Hutto. They also played with Maynard Silva, off and on, for over 20 years. Silvertone Steve Coveney and his wife were close personal friends, as well.
We spoke about the way Maynard could absolutely love you one day (or, in my case, for about 8 years) and then kick you to the curb, suddenly and arbitrarily, with shocking, head-spinning coldness. The three of us hugged each other and wiped away a few tears as we reminisced about the "good days" with Maynard.
None of us ever really figured out what made him change his mind so dramatically about most folks who were drawn close to him during his tragically short life. However, when I was married to him and our son had just been born in May 1987, he confessed to me that he never felt anybody ever had or ever could love him as much as he loved that new baby. At the time I thought his feelings were touching and sincere, although I disagreed with him, pointing out that many people dearly loved him, including his parents and me.
After reading the comments of his college roommate, Mr. Brandenburg, I now have a clue about the ambivalence Maynard brought to his many close relationships. I don't think the psychotropic drugs he ingested, copiously, as a young man
did him any good at all.
When I met Maynard, in early 1984, he was regularly attending Narcotics Anonymous and AA meetings. I energetically supported his recovery efforts and was the gear-lugging "roadie" for hundreds of bar gigs with the Maynard Silva Band. I never saw him drink alcohol or take drugs, but I believe the damage to his thinking skills- regarding issues of intimacy and personal relationships- was too severe to reverse by the time he chose abstinence from substance abuse.
Maynard had a magnificent musical talent, yes. He was a very sad man, inside, too. He was the true embodiment of "the Blues". I still miss him (and our son) very much.
- Mari McAvenia , Quincy, Massachusetts
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