Showing posts with label Blues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blues. Show all posts

Friday, April 26, 2013

Blue Birthdays: Ella Fitzgerald and Albert King


Ella and Albert


A couple of birthdays today.

Ella Fitzgerald and Albert King.

Happy Birthday to you!!!


Track Listing: (Ella Fitzgerald)
01 Jail House Blues
02 In The Evening (When The Sun Goes Down)
03 See, See Rider
04 You Don't Know My Mind
05 Trouble In Mind
06 How Long, How Long Blues
07 Cherry Red
08 Down Hearted Blues
09 St. Louis Blues
10 Hear Me Talking To Ya



Track Listing: (Albert King)
01 Don't Burn Down The Bridge ('Cause You Might Wanna Come Back Across)
02 I Believe To My Soul
03 For The Love Of A Woman
04 Blues At Sunrise
05 I'll Play The Blues For You
06 Little Brother (Make A Way)
07 Roadhouse Blues

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Blues According to: Champion Jack Dupree

'Champion' Jack Dupree


In what seems another historical epoch, I once found myself living in a heavily guarded compound in a rugged town on the Afghanistan border, Miranshah. For astute and tuned-in readers that name will ring bells as the location of frequent drone attacks by the US and military campaigns by Pakistan. Apparently senior al-Qaida operatives liked Miranshah as a base as it was cheek and jowl with the rust-coloured rocky mountains of Afghanistan. Easy escape and easy access, depending on the circumstances.

I was in Miranshah to assist refugees who, since the departure of the Soviets (remember them?), from Afghanistan, were cautiously returning home.  Our team’s job was to recover each refugee’s ration and registration card (which entitled him to international assistance) and replace it with a couple of shovels, a 300 kg bag of wheat and the equivalent of $100.  I’ll not comment on the effectiveness of the program, as it has nothing to do with tonight’s post.

This operation required us to be at work for about 3 hours each day. The rest of the day we would pass in Scrabble, cricket, reading and smoking hash.  I read lots of books, including the biography of Hafez al Assad, whom I must rather sheepishly admit, after finishing the book, I truly admired.  I’m sure the hashish must have clouded my judgment.

I also listened to a C-90 tape of blues every day. On one side was Memphis Slim. On the other was an old recording by ‘Champion’ Jack Dupree.  As that month of afternoon’s passed slowly (and dreamily) I simply absorbed this tape, especially Dupree’s songs.  In a way I had never before, I understood the essential truth of the blues.  Jack’s music was the definition of candour. Not only did he sing of every part of his life (troublesome neighbors, lynch-hungry racists, dreams of freedom and ugly women he’d bedded) he did so with an utterly transparent vulnerability.  Though he got his name from a sometime career as a pugilist, it was not the brawn, spit and blood that shone through his songs, but a bewildered acceptance of  the way things are. Even with lyrics as chilling as these from My Black and White Dog

He said, Well, well, hope there's a rope, you know.
Where's me is a tree, you understand what he was talkin' about, don't you?

Yeah.

You understand what he mean, you know?
I said ain't no use to worry
'Cos you will never, never get me

Jack never sang with hate. Rather life in all it’s horror and glory was a thing to be treasured, cherished and enjoyed.

Dupree’s blues arise from horrific circumstances: orphaned in New Orleans as a young boy, a junkie in adult life, unrelenting racism in his homeland that led him to spend most of his later years in Europe. Each of these trials is sung about, often in explicit detail but always with an unexpected but very genuine sense of humour.  The blues according to Jack Dupree are about denying the bastards the last laugh. And drinking, gambling, loving and dancing.

His piano playing is hypnotic if uncomplicated. Be it lightning paced boogie woogie or slow and mournful repetition of a few bars, he is a true Champion of the keyboard.

So without further ado here are the Blues According to Champion Jack Dupree.

Be healed!


            Track Listing:
            01 Can't Kick the Habit
02 Nasty Boogie
03 Forever and Ever
04 When Things Go Wrong
05 Junker's Blues (Feat. King Curtis)
06 How Long Blues
07 Hometown New Orleans
08 Freedom
09 Rolling And Tumbling
10 Down In Clarksdale
11 In Prison Too Long
12 When I'm Drinking
13 Drinking And Gambling
14 Morning Tea - 1941
15 Sneaky Pete (Feat. King Curtis)
16 Angola Blues - 1940
17 The Snow Is On The Ground
18 My Home In Mississippi
19 One Scotch, One Bourbon, One Beer
20 Reminiscin' with Champion Jack
21 Calcutta Blues
22 Poor Boy


Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The Blues According to: Lightnin' Hopkins

Sam Houston 'Lightnin'' Hopkins


I been making up songs all my life. I could get out among people ‘cause this here’s a gift...to me.  An old lady told me, “Son, your mother had music in her heart when she was carrying you.” You know what that mean, don’t you? When I come into this world I was doin’ this.

I come along, long about the time that the people first put the blues on this earth for the people to go by. Well, I’m one in the number and the rest of them is dead and gone. I got in that number at a young age...and I just keeps it up ‘cause the blues is something that the people can’t get rid of.  And if you ever have the blues, remember what I tell you. You’ll always hear this in your heart: That’s the blues.

My grandfather was a slave who hung himself ‘cause he was tired of being punished. My father was a rough man who peoples didn’t like. He’d fight right smart. He killed a man. So, he went to the penitentiary, and he come back and married my mother, and from then on he started this family.  They put someone up to kill him because he was rough.  He raised good crops and he gambled, and...he’d win people’s cotton and all such as that. And they didn’t like him for it. He didn’t love nothing but gambling and he’d drink whiskey and fight and shoot, so that’s the way his life was taken, see. So that left nobody but my mother to raise us children.

I come up in Sunday school too. I played organ in Sunday school, and I played piano in Sunday school. It was fine...I opened up the church with the piano.  They didn’t teach me them songs. They made ‘em up. Fact of the business, they sing ‘em. I played ‘em...all they do is give me the tune. But you see I wouldn’t be singing, I just be playing it.  When my chorus come in, I just play it.

I was too little to chop cotton. They come out the field and I was pickin’ the guitar one day...Joel give me that guitar. THey come in for dinner and I’m sittin’ down with that guiar across my lap pickin’ it, and he wanted to know what I was doin’ with his guitar. I told him I was picking’ it.  He told me, “Let me see what you do.” And I went on and played songs better than him.  He said, “You can  have that guitar. I’ll get me another one.”

I run up around Blind Lemon Jefferson. He had a crowd of peoples around him. And I was standing there looking at him play, and I went to playing my guitar, just what he was playing. So he say, “Who is that playing that guitar?” So, they say, “Oh, that’s jus a little boy here knockin’ on that guitar.” He say, “No, he playing that guitar.” Say, “Where he at? Come here, boy.”  And I went on over there where he was, and he was feeling for me. And I was so low, he reached out, say, “This here was picking that guitar?” Say, “Yeah.” So, he say, “Do that again.” So, I did a little note again, same he done. He say, “Well, that’s my note.” He say, “Boy, you keep that up, you gonna be a good guitar player.” So, he went on and on and then commenced to playing, so I went to playing right on with him. So, I was so little and low, the peoples couldn’t see me. And we were standing by a truck. They put me on top of the truck, and Blind Lemon was standing down by the truck, and me and him, man, we carried it on. And the excitement was me, because I was so little. And I was just picking what he was. I wasn’t singing but I was playing what he was playing. That’s right.

I didn’t make too much picking’ cotton. I’m telling you the truth because they wasn’t payin’ but fifty cents a hundred pounds picked. Man, I’d make me two dollars and something. I was picking four and five hundred pounds. But you know man, I’m telling you the truth, if you just know what it takes to get two dollars out of that cotton patch...but I wasn’t on that farm much longer. I left.

I commenced to playing for dances. See, when I got good, and when I went to finding them there places were they barrelhouse [drinking and dancin’], I didn’t know.  I just had to run up on them places, see around Jewett, Buffalo and Crockett.  And they had little old joints for Saturday nights, you know. But what you gonna do through the week? I was getting three and a half dollars in Coolidge, Texas. Got pretty good, and so they raised it to around six dollars to go to Mart, making six dollars a night.



I had a friend play with me by the name of Luther Stoneham. We was playing on the corner of Pierce and Dowling. We walked to Harrisburg and every joint we play they want us and we get in that joint and play. When we got back from Harrisburg, we counted up on the corner Pierce and Dowling a hundred and eighty-one dollars.  And that was just from that corner. But when we put out all that money on the concrete, here come a load of cops. They want to know where we got this money. I had to call a man to tell them that I played in his cafe for them to know that we made that money like that. They thought we had done robbed something. I told them it would be silly for me, if I had robbed something to count my money down on the street. I was talking to the cop and they called two more carloads of cops. I wasn’t intending for them to take it. So they told us, “Y’all get that money off the street and go to your house and count it.” They knowed I was a musician.

Blind Lemon said when I played and sang I electrified people he was the one that started callin’ me Lightnin’.

I been married to ten common-law wives. The first woman that you marry, that was your wife until she die...but you know, that’s just an old saying. You can grab a license and marry twenty times. But the first wife is the only one.  Every time I get ready to go, I just throw the divorce money up on the table and paper’s already signed.  I’m gone. I done bought about seven divorces. I love these women. You know what I mean?  But if they make me made, I'm gone. Good-by honey, because there’s another somewhere else just like the saying goes, “For the flower that blooms, there’s another of a different color.” White flowers, blue flowers, I can pick any kind I want. And If I got a blue one that makes me mad, I go get a red one. I kind of like to pick my flowers, and if I get hot, I pick a good one.

You take a person that want to relax his mind and get things off his mind, well, maybe, say, worried about something that happened. Get him a little old tree, go to the tree and get him a hook and bait and go to fishin’ he’ll forget about that...That’s why the doctor tell lots of these old people it would be a lots of help to them to go to the creek and just fish.  It don’t matter if it’s just a little minnow bitin’. You done forgot all about what’s goin’ on. I think the doctor is right there ‘cause it gives you so much relax.  You get on the creek fishin’ you forget about what’s worrying you.

** 
I was tryin’ to make a living, I even taken a quart of wine, sold it to a chile
They picked me up right then and put me on that rock pile
Breakin’ rocks all day long, that’s the reason if you ever go to Arizona
You better leave them Indians alone

** 
Thousands years my people was a slave
When I was born they teach me this way
One thousand years my people was a slave
When I was born they teach me this a way
Tip your hat to the peoples, be careful what you say
 **
You know, I looks over on the pillow where Little Antoinette used to lay
Felt on my pillow, yes pillow felt warm
You know, you could tell by that dear friend
Poor Antoinette hadn’t been very long gone
She used to cook my breakfast, fix my table like it should
** 
Sounds like I can hear this morning
Death bells ringing all in my ear
Yes, I know that I’m gonna leave on a chariot
Wonder what kind’s gonna carry me from here.


Sam Houston ‘Lightnin’ Hopkins
1912-1982


      Track Listing:
01 Lightnin's Boogie
02 I Feel Like Balling the Jack
03 The World's a Tangle
04 Selling Wine In Arizona
05 Slavery Time
06 Lightnin' Piano Boogie
07 Short Haired Woman
08 I Got a Leak in This Old Building
09 Mojo Hand
10 Needed Time
11 Fast Mail Rambler
12 I Walked from Dallas (feat. Joel Hopkins)
13 The Devil Jumped the Black Man
14 Big Car Blues
15 Gin Bottle Blues (Previously Unreleased)
16 Katie Mae Blues
17 Speedin' Boogie
18 I Wonder Where She Can Be Tonight
19 I Asked the Bossman
20 Antoinette's Blues
21 Conversation Blues (feat. Sonny Terry)
22 Hopkins' Sky Hop

(all quotes from Lightnin' Hopkins: His Life and Blues by Alan Govenar)