taverns in the sky
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
belarus old woman blues
A couple of days from now I'm gonna post something about Furry Lewis. But while I was trailing him down on the tube I found the blues in Belarus. Yeah, she's playing a guitar with a lightbulb. A lightbulb. Dig it. Looks exactly like something Furry would have picked-up and practiced while working medicine shows in his younger days. Furry and the lightbulb-playing babushka could probably have a long conversation as they finished off a quart of the good stuff. But, really, watch this woman just play the blues, offering up her own version of what I would guess to be a traditional folk song. Again, in a deep way she mirrors Furry: Someone from the country playing a folk blues in a modern city with people walking by and praying for a ruble or a dime. And I love how utterly unconcerned she is with a videotaping device taking her in, not looking up for anything. She's playing and doesn't care a single whit for that device you have in your hands. World Wide Country Blues.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Thanksgiving Cornucopia
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That's Grandma Ann hanging out in her living room on the eastern shore of Maryland. 95 years old and full of laughter, good cheer, and yeah, some well-earned piss&vinegar intransigence every now and then. This past summer she had to stay in a nursing home of sorts to recover from some heart and lung issues. For lunch one day we got in the automobile and took ourselves out to a favorite place of hers on the water. She'd lost her hearing-aid at the nursing home, so she had a rigged hearing-aid in place. While it helped, she was not really able to participate in the conversation. So she sat there in silence, enjoying her delicious crabcake sandwich at a spot she'd been to many many times over her long life. As it came time to leave, Grandma Ann tried repeatedly to get up from the bench. I was sitting opposite her and watched as she tried again and again to stand up on her own (she refused help). After the fifth or so time, she sat back down, looked straight at me and said with real joy "this has been a wonderful day." Here's a woman near the end of her life, dependent upon a walker to get around, spending most of the hours of her days in a nursing home, and seemingly not capable of standing up on her own - a set of circumstances I'd call frustrating, to say the least - and the words close to her lips are words of thanks. It broke my heart. And it made me question my easy frustrations, my easy words of disappointment, my easy selfishness. The world moves pretty fast and we find endless ways to justify our petty actions and words, never slowing down to think about just how little we are asking of ourselves as we stroll through the world with ever-reliable blinders on. Thankfulness resides inside of you, right now, this moment. Grandma Ann showed you so.
This six-pack is for her.
The first coldie to get cracked features Gaither Carlton on fiddle and his son-in-law Doc Watson on guitar. Taken from the Friends of Old Time Music boxset, here's what Watson had to say about "Double File":
It’s an old tune they used to square dance to a long time ago. They used to have some of them old shindigs and just about shake the log cabins down. Boy, they’d really romp it up, I’m telling you.
"Boy, they'd really romp it up" does a pretty good job of summing of the rest of the set as well.
Doc Watson & Gaither Carlton- Double File
Elvis Perkins - Stop Drop Rock and Roll
Sir Douglas Band- San Francisco FM Blues
Andre Williams & 2 Star Tabernacle - Jet Black Daddy Lilly White Mama
Dexateens - Spark
The Faces - Devotion
No Thanksgiving would be complete without a little ol' Grateful Dead. Here's a show from November 24th, 1972, when the Dead played Dallas.
While running in circles on the youtube last night I found Levon hanging out with Sissy Spacek in 1980, right about the time they played the father and daughter roles in Coalminer's Daughter. In her biography, Loretta says that one of her daughter's came up to her after listening to Spacek singing one of Lynn's tunes and saying "mama, she sounds more like you than you do." So let's serve another six pack just for the hell of it.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Come On Everybody, Let's Do The Hawg!
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What do you get when you combine ferocious post war urban blues harmonica and early 60s Memphis r&b: Eddie Kirkland's "The Hawg, Part 1." After parting ways with John Lee Hooker and getting a gig with Otis Redding in Macon, Kirkland followed Otis to McLemore Avenue where with Booker T and the MGs providing the funk he promptly unleashed harmonica fury on Stax-Volt. And as up front as Kirkland's harmonica is, Steve Cropper's guitar gets buried deep in a well, adding another unique aspect to this recording.
Eddie Kirkland - The Hawg, Part 1
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
rebellion in these rhymes
A few years back my friend Jack Herranen gathered some musicians together in New Orleans and cooked-up To Fan the Flames of Discontent: The Living Songs of Joe Hill. Working through songs from the IWW's Little Red Song Book, Jack and the Ninth Ward Conspiracy did right by these fighting for freedom folk songs, and in doing so carried on a tradition of resisting the depredations of capitalism through song and togetherness. One of the best songs on the album, "Remember" by Harrison George, speaks directly to those gathering under the OWS banner to say No! to political and economic elites drunk on power and the almighty dollar.
Remember -- Jack Herranen and the Ninth Ward Conspiracy [buy]
More recently, Jack's been producing a new album with some east Tennessee friends. While getting the album together in Knoxville, Jack sat down and played a set of tunes for Eleven O'Clock Rock on knox.ivi.com. Here's a clip from the show, with Jack singing his own "Runa Blues."
If you do a bit of scrolling, you can screen Jack's entire set on Eleven O'Clock Rock..
Friday, July 1, 2011
Katia&DonAllen
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internet and time and seemingly any damned thing seems possible. i'll tell y'all later. short story: devendra makes an appearance through random chance alone, and he was gonna be here all the time. him and paradise.
You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a
sunflower!
easy go easy
Devendra - Quedateluna
Friday, May 6, 2011
Sammy & Patty
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Song for Patty - Sammy Walker [buy]
Friday, February 18, 2011
Beauty
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Jagger took off his shirt off and walked around; Albert [Mayles] followed him, filming. Mick Taylor and I sat on a bench with Hendrix, who seemed subdued but pleasant. I told him about seeing Little Richard, and he said, smiling as if it cheered him up to think about it, that once when he was with Richard, he and the bass player bought ruffled shirts to wear onstage, and Richard made them change: "I am the beauty! Nobody spose to wear ruffles but Richard!"
-- from Stanley Booth's The True Adventures of the Rolling Stones
He had watched me work and just loved the way I wore these headbands around my hair and how wild I dressed....He began to dress like me and even grew a little moustache like mine.
-- Little Richard to his biographer Charles White
Here's The Georgia Peach raving about Jimi. You ain't gonna believe your eyes or ears:
Told you so. Now here's Richard in 1973 playing a wicked version of "Lucille" and flashing some threads which bear a striking resemblance to Jimi's, headband and all.
And then we have Jimi in 1967 at the Monterey International Pop Music Festival, his real coming out party in the States, rocking the ruffles Little Richard had denied him.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Todd Snider live in Snowtown, U.S.A.
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Yeah Boston's not exactly weather suits my clothes in December, January, February, March, hell April - yeah, April. First year up here it snowed the most it's still ever snowed in a year. Coming from a place where an inch of snow will blot out all rationality in the natives, I was anxious about what the winter was going to bring. It seemed like it snowed forever and there was so much snow falling that the dreaded time of the ugly snow - the snow covered in cigarette butts and beer cans and dirt and ugly - was always put off to another day. I loved it. But I was 25 then; now I'm 40. This shit ain't cool anymore - even if it did inspire the Shaq&Nate-O-Meter:
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With endless winter camped out in your backyard, you take whatever sunshine you can get. Like the Celtics on their way to banner 18, the Red Sox kicking off spring training, and Todd Snider rolling into town for a live show. I've probably listened to Snider more than any other artist for the past 4 years, but the first time I saw him live was a few days ago at the Paradise Rock Club. My gal Cort and my pal Jeff and I, after surviving the opener Jesse Ruben, had ourselves a ridiculously good time. Perhaps the first thing to note about the evening would be that I thought musical nirvana was going to be achieved for all present when Snider, during a time when he was requesting tunes, played "Freebird" for about 60 seconds. He played it long enough to where I giddily let out a "holy shit he's going to do it!" to Cort and Jeff. But it was not to be. What was to be was Snider playing damn good guitar, treating everyone to great versions of songs new and old, telling some hilarious stories, and in general just ruling the roost. From that night here's "Just Like Old Times" - another pitch perfect character study. Snider, with his keen eye for the telling class detail, captures a whole world with the line "we'll screw off the top on a bottle of wine."
Todd Snider - Just Like Old Times [buy]
I don't go out to many live shows, so I have no idea if the practice is common, but at the merchandise table for the show you could purchase a card for 7 bucks which would allow you to download the show later from toddsniderlive.com. It's a brilliant idea and seems to be a nifty way to put more money in the artist's pocket and give the audience a quality soundboard recording of the show for a reasonable price.
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Todd Snider - Bill Elliot Story [buy]
If Snider gets anywhere near where you live, hock, steal, beg, or bribe for the cash if necessary to go see the man play. You'll be sure to thank yourself.
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