Never Gets Better Than . . .
Just Me
Skipper
<9ff37bbc-4111-4cca...@v4g2000yqa.googlegroups.com>,
Just Me <jpd...@gmail.com> wrote:
> THIS http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQ7SYt-b-fI&feature=related
Sure it does. And she looks better as a blonde -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8x78Fm4CMWQ
The Everly Brothers '64 original is almost as good, too -
Alan Hope
>In article
><9ff37bbc-4111-4cca...@v4g2000yqa.googlegroups.com>,
>Just Me <jpd...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>> THIS http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQ7SYt-b-fI&feature=related
>
>Sure it does. And she looks better as a blonde -
Bwah! Just like you, Skippy!
Alison Krauss, what a pair of no-hopers. Voice like a six-year-old on
helium, utterly ghastly.
Real men listen to Bonnie Raitt.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z04r_tlWdRs&feature=rec-fresh
Jervis will be intimidated by her guitar chops. Skippy will be
intimidated because she's a woman who stands tall.
PJ
> Real men listen to Bonnie Raitt.
And real women. I adore Bonnie Raitt's music.
~ ~ ~
PJ
Stan (the Man)
Eva Cassidy. A voice like liquid velvet. Too soon gone.
--
Stan
PJ
Etta James, another velvet voicer. "At last ...."
Bonnie Raitt did a tribute to James, in which she wrote: "Etta James is
simply one of the best singers I've ever heard. She's ferocious -- sassy
and incredibly sexy. Not sexy in a conventional, dolled-up way like,
say, the Supremes. Etta is earthy and gritty, ribald and out-there in a
way that few performers have the guts to be."
[www.rollingstone.com/artists/ettajames/articles/story/7248222/62_etta_james]
~ ~ ~
PJ
Ejucaided Redneck
> Alison Krauss, what a pair of no-hopers. Voice like a six-year-old on
> helium, utterly ghastly.
Ever since she surfaced out of Indiana I've been wondering why _someone_
doesn't put that kid on testosterone, see if they couldn't help that voice.
> Real men listen to Bonnie Raitt.
The craziest woman I ever touched turned me on to Raitt with the "Takin'
My Time" album. Wasn't the best thing she ever did, but in 1975 it was
a killer.
More than made up for having been foolish enough to put my hands on that
nutcase. . .
--
I hate graveyards and old pawnshops
Cause they always bring me tears.
Can't forget the way they robbed me
Of my childhood souvenirs.
--- John Prine/Steve Goodman ("Souvenirs")
--
http://bobsloansampler.com/
Now available: "Nobody Knows, Nobody Sees"
MISSING MOUNTAINS: http://www.windpub.com/books/missing.htm
Ejucaided Redneck
Talk about "too soon gone," Minnie Ripperton hit notes as high as
Krauss, without straining.
Her daughter was in "Prairie Home Companion" and never sang a lick. . .
--
Good times are comin'
I hear it everywhere I go.
Good times are comin'
But they're sure comin' slow.
--Neil Young ("Vampire Blues")
john.ku...@sympatico.ca
Raw. This is what it is all about. Tell me that this does not connect
directly to your brain stem.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGCgRpV4H3k&feature=related
Stan (the Man)
> Stan (the Man) wrote:
> > PJ wrote:
> >> Alan Hope wrote:
> >>
> >>> Real men listen to Bonnie Raitt.
> >>
> >> And real women. I adore Bonnie Raitt's music.
> >
> > Eva Cassidy. A voice like liquid velvet. Too soon gone.
>
> Talk about "too soon gone," Minnie Ripperton hit notes as high as
> Krauss, without straining.
>
> Her daughter was in "Prairie Home Companion" and never sang a lick. . .
One 'P'. Riperton. Her "Lovin' You" is one of the great grinding songs.
--
Stan
$Zero
> Good times are comin'
> I hear it everywhere I go.
> Good times are comin'
> But they're sure comin' slow.
> --Neil Young ("Vampire Blues")
"then the money was...
not so good...
but we still did the...
best we could...
walk on..."
but for story-telling, nothing beats "Don't be denied".
"the punches came fast and hard...
lying on my back in the schoolyard..."
-$Zero...
because we're not nearly as enlightened as vous?
http://groups.google.com/group/misc.writing/msg/58414600156b4d0b
Ejucaided Redneck
> Ejucaided Redneck wrote:
>> Stan (the Man) wrote:
>> > PJ wrote:
>> >> Alan Hope wrote:
>> >>
>> >>> Real men listen to Bonnie Raitt.
>> >>
>> >> And real women. I adore Bonnie Raitt's music.
>> >
>> > Eva Cassidy. A voice like liquid velvet. Too soon gone.
>>
>> Talk about "too soon gone," Minnie Ripperton hit notes as high as
>> Krauss, without straining.
>>
>> Her daughter was in "Prairie Home Companion" and never sang a lick. . .
>
> One 'P'. Riperton.
Yer right, of course.
> Her "Lovin' You" is one of the great grinding songs.
Been there, ground t'that.
--
Sometimes I think you're too sweet to die
Other times I think you oughta be buried alive
-- Richard "Rabbit" Brown, "James Alley Blues"
Just Me
> Skipper goes:
>
> >In article
> ><9ff37bbc-4111-4cca-be3b-85de69e63...@v4g2000yqa.googlegroups.com>,
> >Just Me <jpd...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> >> THIShttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQ7SYt-b-fI&feature=related
>
> >Sure it does. And she looks better as a blonde -
>
> Bwah! Just like you, Skippy!
>
> Alison Krauss, what a pair of no-hopers. Voice like a six-year-old on
> helium, utterly ghastly.
The same could be said of Frankie Valli or Roy Orbison by tin men with
tin ears and not the barest wisp of a clue about the roots of rural
American music. But more down Alan's alley of taste, the same
judgment would be made of Tiny Tim.
>
> Real men listen to Bonnie Raitt.
Which tells you the reason why guys like me were first discovering her
way back when you, Alan dear, were still gurgling and sputtering the
Gerber Baby Blues before a silver spoon in yo' mama's hand--and from
the looks of it, the boy's musical sophistication has increased not in
the least ever since.
>
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z04r_tlWdRs&feature=rec-fresh
>
> Jervis will be intimidated by her guitar chops.
Bonnie, like Bo Diddley, fakes it pretty good on a guitar pre-tuned to
an open chord, but slide guitar when not distinguished by the genius
of a Robby Krieger (Doors) or a Stevie Ray Vaughn just gets to be a
gimmick. It's easy for the unsophisticated to be fooled.
Alison Krauss on the other hand, at age 16 (or younger?) was winning
bluegrass fiddling championships, leaving the old hands gaping in a
state of shock and awe all over the world of American bluegrass.
> Skippy will be
> intimidated because she's a woman who stands tall.
Skip is mistaken about her career as a Blonde. Sadly, since the
pure, pristine days of her tours with Union Station, she has sold out
to the Nashville schlock machine, entirely. But happy me, I got to
hear them live in Tulsa before the change, back before she changed
lovers and they lost the mandolin man. Their authenticity like her
First Love is now only a sad, sweet memory, and he . . .
a Man of Constant Sorrow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6ilN4cFmjk&feature=related
Now do you dig it, Alan baby? When it comes to music and me; don't
even so much as dream of getting started.:-)
--
JM http://bobbisoxsnatchers.blogspot.com
http://whosenose.blogspot.com
http://doo-dads.blogspot.com
http://jesusexegesis.blogspot.com
Alan Hope
>Alan Hope wrote:
>> Real men listen to Bonnie Raitt.
>And real women. I adore Bonnie Raitt's music.
Plus she's a fox.
Alan Hope
>Alan Hope wrote:
> > Alison Krauss, what a pair of no-hopers. Voice like a six-year-old on
> > helium, utterly ghastly.
>Ever since she surfaced out of Indiana I've been wondering why _someone_
>doesn't put that kid on testosterone, see if they couldn't help that voice.
> > Real men listen to Bonnie Raitt.
>The craziest woman I ever touched turned me on to Raitt with the "Takin'
>My Time" album. Wasn't the best thing she ever did, but in 1975 it was
>a killer.
>More than made up for having been foolish enough to put my hands on that
>nutcase. . .
Hard to imagine she was like 28 years old then. There's some video on
YouTube from that time, she's not so pretty, not so red-headed (time
and the bottle took care of those things) but still singing with a
maturity no 28-year-old has had time to earn. Funny thing is she
didn't grow up in a trailer, or come from the wrong side of the
tracks. Her parents were in showbiz, I blogged about this a while
back:
http://grapes2dot0.blogspot.com/2008/09/anything-you-can-do.html
She's got better with the years. She's not so much older than me now
as she used to be, and she's grown into her face. But bottom line: I
would lie down and die for a woman who can play like she plays.
Nothing is more of a turn-on than sheer skill. In fact it doesn't
really matter what skill -- I favour music, but it doesn't actually
matter.
Alan Hope
>On Dec 6, 6:58 am, Alan Hope <usenet.ident...@gmail.com> wrote:
>> Skipper goes:
>>
>> >In article
>> ><9ff37bbc-4111-4cca-be3b-85de69e63...@v4g2000yqa.googlegroups.com>,
>> >Just Me <jpd...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>> >> THIShttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQ7SYt-b-fI&feature=related
>>
>> >Sure it does. And she looks better as a blonde -
>>
>> Bwah! Just like you, Skippy!
>>
>> Alison Krauss, what a pair of no-hopers. Voice like a six-year-old on
>> helium, utterly ghastly.
>
>The same could be said of Frankie Valli or Roy Orbison
Valli yes, but not Roy Orbison. He doesn't have a high voice, he has a
huge range.
Frankie Valli is a joke. If you're comparing the two people you
mention, you're an even bigger fuckwit than I've always believed.
Just Me
Ah, there it is, as always, that incomparable quality of hip hilarity
that always characterizes a zingy "come back" from Anal er . .
Alan . . . er Hope.
You have no idea of what you're babbling about, Anal, when it comes to
that High & Lonesome sound of the American bluegrasss tradition.
Nobody, female or male gets it like Alison Krauss gets it, not even
Emmy Lou.
Bonnie Raitt is an entirely separate item and has nothing to do with
this tradition, nor has she anything enviable in the way of slide
guitar chops. She is no Ry Cooder, nor John Hammond, let alone Davy
'Snaker' Ray or John Koerner--and once again Hope, you show how your
poor pittance of knowledge on this, as with everything else, extends
only to hype.
Your opinion of Frankie Valli is no doubt based on your bias for the
Champagne music of Lawrence Welk.
Lightening striking, again . . .
Never try to spar with me on musical topics, Anal Hype, because you
only bound to get left torn up and trampled, your bones left for the
buzzards to pick, because . . .
"I been walkin' forty miles of barb-wire,
Got a cobra snake for a neck-tie,
and a bran' new house down by the roadside,
Made outta rattlesnake hide,
Got a great big chimeny up on top,
Built out 'o human skulls,
So come on, baby, let's take a little walk,
And tell me Who Do You Love?
Who Do You Love,
Who Do You Love?"**
**E. McDaniels
Just Me
Yeah, you would have to "believe" it, since the facts can't bear it
out. Take it as an item of faith, Anal because that's all it can ever
be. In fact, why don't you become the regular goddam Pope for the
religion of it? Then I can begin to call you, "Your Hope-liness".
How's that, Your Hopeliness?
Can you dig it?
--
JM http://bobbisoxsnatchers.blogspot.com
Alan Hope
>Ah, there it is, as always, that incomparable quality of hip hilarity
>that always characterizes a zingy "come back" from Anal er . .
>Alan . . . er Hope.
Oh, very zingy.
>You have no idea of what you're babbling about, Anal, when it comes to
>that High & Lonesome sound of the American bluegrasss tradition.
>Nobody, female or male gets it like Alison Krauss gets it, not even
>Emmy Lou.
Emmylou. And it's spelled bluegrass.
>Bonnie Raitt is an entirely separate item and has nothing to do with
>this tradition, nor has she anything enviable in the way of slide
>guitar chops. She is no Ry Cooder, nor John Hammond, let alone Davy
>'Snaker' Ray or John Koerner--and once again Hope, you show how your
>poor pittance of knowledge on this, as with everything else, extends
>only to hype.
So you looked up Google. She still pisses all over you. Deal.
>Your opinion of Frankie Valli is no doubt based on your bias for the
>Champagne music of Lawrence Welk.
>Lightening striking, again . . .
A joke, a clown and a novelty act. It's no coincidence that your own
weedy, reedy voice is very similar to his.
He was very good in the Sopranos, though. Especially when he got
whacked, right outside his house.
>Never try to spar with me on musical topics, Anal Hype, because
because you're a cloth-eared fool.
Alan Hope
>Can you dig it?
You only get one bite, grandad. I don't care if your dentures aren't
up to it.
Just Me
> Just Me goes:
>
> >Ah, there it is, as always, that incomparable quality of hip hilarity
> >that always characterizes a zingy "come back" from Anal er . .
> >Alan . . . er Hope.
>
> Oh, very zingy.
>
> >You have no idea of what you're babbling about, Anal, when it comes to
> >that High & Lonesome sound of the American bluegrasss tradition.
> >Nobody, female or male gets it like Alison Krauss gets it, not even
> >Emmy Lou.
>
> Emmylou. And it's spelled bluegrass.
>
> >Bonnie Raitt is an entirely separate item and has nothing to do with
> >this tradition, nor has she anything enviable in the way of slide
> >'Snaker' Ray or John Koerner--and once again Hope, you show how your
> >poor pittance of knowledge on this, as with everything else, extends
> >only to hype.
>
That may be your act, jack but for me? You ought to know better. But
then you'd know nothing essential about Bonnie Raitt because you'd
know nothing about her main mentors, my old home town boys, Dave Ray
and John Koerner. I knew Ray, played in his first band. Koerner I
never met, as he was off on the road, doing New York, staying in the
Village at the time.
You don't have the first notion of who you're talking to here, Anal.
Or maybe you do somehow sense it, hence the sour grapes.
>
> >Your opinion of Frankie Valli is no doubt based on your bias for the
> >Champagne music of Lawrence Welk.
> >Lightening striking, again . . .
>
> A joke, a clown and a novelty act. It's no coincidence that your own
> weedy, reedy voice is very similar to his.
Sorry I can't be your ideal of another Ozzie Osbourne--or would that
be aTony Orlando? Both? Sure. I'll bet you can never get enough of
that "Tie a Yellow Ribbon" type stuff.
But keep making my day. "Very similar" to Frankie Valli? C'mon now,
don't hold back, just say "Sinatra" if it's that "reedy" tenor sax
quality you love to despise so much . . .
http://mackiemesser.zoomshare.com/3.shtml
See where it says, "Mackie's Music"? Okay, that's where the "weedy"
is. I keep my weeeeeeeeeeeeed in there, Putzo. Help yourself, but
close the lid after you're done.
> >Never try to spar with me on musical topics, Anal Hype, because
>
> because you're a cloth-eared fool.
Were you putting on your make-up, looking in your little round mirror
while you said that? Sure you were!
You are NOTHING compared to me, Alan.
And you know it.
Face it.
Get over it.
Start a Mac the Nice fan club.
Then you'll be doing something
To add some value to your worthless ass.
Right?
Don't you just know it.
--
JM http://bobbisoxsnatchers.blogspot.com
http://doo-dads.blogspot.com
serenebabe
<...>
> Nothing is more of a turn-on than sheer skill. In fact it doesn't
> really matter what skill -- I favour music, but it doesn't actually
> matter.
Well said.
--
It's All About We! (the column)
http://www.serenebabe.net/ - new 11/25
Alan Hope
>Were you putting on your make-up, looking in your little round mirror
>while you said that?
Poor old Jervis. Lame as ever.
Grand Mal
"Just Me" <jpd...@gmail.com> wrote in message
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I saw her on a huge stage, leading off for the Stones, and she did really
well. Never paid her much attention before but I was impressed.
I once read an interview with Robby Krieger in a guitar magazine where he
said that if he was doing it again, the glory days, he'd practice more
because he didn't think he was that good a player. After I got over
wondering what I'd been hearing all these years I realized that an artist
who's not satisfied with his work is still alive and well. Don't know if I'd
say his name in the same sentence as SRV but I sure wouldn't argue if you
want to.
Just Me
> > Bonnie, like Bo Diddley, fakes it pretty good on a guitar pre-tuned to
> > an open chord, but slide guitar when not distinguished by the genius
> > of a Robby Krieger (Doors) or a Stevie Ray Vaughn just gets to be a
> > gimmick. It's easy for the unsophisticated to be fooled.
>
> I saw her on a huge stage, leading off for the Stones, and she did really
> well.
I don't doubt it, and I like her, as a musician and as a person. For
which reason I don't like seeing her used as a bludgeon to bash
another musician.
> Never paid her much attention before but I was impressed.
She got a lot of soul, no damn doubt about it.
Not that I'm clairvoyant or anything, but judging from where her head
and her taste is at, you could bet your life that Bonnie Raitt thinks
the world of Alison Krauss.
And here's an interesting fact: one of the dead in the Kent State
massacre of May 4,1970 was a coed by name of Allison Krause. One year
later, on July 23, 1971, this lovely talented lass was born. Though
the spelling is variant you mght wonder whether Alison's parents so
christened her in full knowledge, and in honor of this Allison . . .
http://www.may41970.com/images/Heroes/Allison1.JPG
Doesn't much look like reincarnation, however, the good ol' Crosby,
Stills, Nash & Young "Deja-Vu" or what have you.
> I once read an interview with Robby Krieger in a guitar magazine where he
> said that if he was doing it again, the glory days, he'd practice more
> because he didn't think he was that good a player. After I got over
> wondering what I'd been hearing all these years I realized that an artist
> who's not satisfied with his work is still alive and well. Don't know if I'd
> say his name in the same sentence as SRV but I sure wouldn't argue if you
> want to.
Hm. Well, you might want to expand on that. In my view both are
tremendously accomplished guitarists. I'll never forget the first time
I heard Krieger on "Moonlight Drive"; I loved it so much that . . .
well, let's just say in a Jim Carrey tone of voice, "I LIKED IT A
LOT."
It might be said that Stevie Ray became something of cliche on
himself, so stylized as his technique was; even so it was totally his
own sound and mighty tasty. By contrast, I've never heard anything
from Clapton I wanted to emulate--well, not true, come to think. I did
sit down and learn some of those licks off his first two Cream sides
back in the Sixties--following that I just got bored, went straight to
sources and worshipped the hands of B.B. King and Muddy Waters for a
spell. Then along came Keb Mo, and I thought that was something
mighty fine. I love that slide-guitar soundtrack John Hammond did for
*Little Big Man*
But speaking of some really great Blues chops, have you ever taken a
listen to this . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L91ZHpEaE-0
{Run it through the stereo, DAD and TURN IT UP!}
And then of course we got this little honey . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POyorL2174g
Unless you'd rather get it all loved up and fully of HAIR like
this . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjVlA2E_fOI&feature=related
--
JM http://bobbisoxsnatchers.blogspot.com
Alan Hope
>> Bonnie, like Bo Diddley, fakes it pretty good on a guitar pre-tuned to
>> an open chord, but slide guitar when not distinguished by the genius
>> of a Robby Krieger (Doors) or a Stevie Ray Vaughn just gets to be a
>> gimmick. It's easy for the unsophisticated to be fooled.
>I saw her on a huge stage, leading off for the Stones, and she did really
>well. Never paid her much attention before but I was impressed.
>I once read an interview with Robby Krieger in a guitar magazine where he
>said that if he was doing it again, the glory days, he'd practice more
>because he didn't think he was that good a player. After I got over
>wondering what I'd been hearing all these years I realized that an artist
>who's not satisfied with his work is still alive and well. Don't know if I'd
>say his name in the same sentence as SRV but I sure wouldn't argue if you
>want to.
Jervis, who can't read a simple post and won't understand until it's
been made into a Movie of the Week, fails to notice I wasn't comparing
Bonnie Raitt to any of those guys. I simply pointed out that he'd be
intimidated because she's light-years better than he is. And I was
right. Look how he ran away from the subject squealing in his funny
Grandpa Simpson voice.
Alan Hope
>On Dec 7, 8:18 pm, "Grand Mal" <ironw...@hotmail.com> wrote:
>
>> > Bonnie, like Bo Diddley, fakes it pretty good on a guitar pre-tuned to
>> > an open chord, but slide guitar when not distinguished by the genius
>> > of a Robby Krieger (Doors) or a Stevie Ray Vaughn just gets to be a
>> > gimmick. It's easy for the unsophisticated to be fooled.
>>
>> I saw her on a huge stage, leading off for the Stones, and she did really
>> well.
>
>I don't doubt it, and I like her, as a musician and as a person. For
>which reason I don't like seeing her used as a bludgeon to bash
>another musician.
Fuck you. You don't even know her as a person, you fake.
>> Never paid her much attention before but I was impressed.
>She got a lot of soul, no damn doubt about it.
>Not that I'm clairvoyant or anything, but judging from where her head
>and her taste is at, you could bet your life that Bonnie Raitt thinks
>the world of Alison Krauss.
Bollocks.
>And here's an interesting fact: one of the dead in the Kent State
>massacre of May 4,1970 was a coed by name of Allison Krause. One year
>later, on July 23, 1971, this lovely talented lass was born. Though
>the spelling is variant you mght wonder whether Alison's parents so
>christened her in full knowledge, and in honor of this Allison . . .
>http://www.may41970.com/images/Heroes/Allison1.JPG
>Doesn't much look like reincarnation, however, the good ol' Crosby,
>Stills, Nash & Young "Deja-Vu" or what have you.
What a flake.
>> I once read an interview with Robby Krieger in a guitar magazine where he
>> said that if he was doing it again, the glory days, he'd practice more
>> because he didn't think he was that good a player. After I got over
>> wondering what I'd been hearing all these years I realized that an artist
>> who's not satisfied with his work is still alive and well. Don't know if I'd
>> say his name in the same sentence as SRV but I sure wouldn't argue if you
>> want to.
>Hm. Well, you might want to <snip>
Shut up, fool.
Grand Mal
On Dec 7, 8:18 pm, "Grand Mal" <ironw...@hotmail.com> wrote:
> I once read an interview with Robby Krieger in a guitar magazine where he
> said that if he was doing it again, the glory days, he'd practice more
> because he didn't think he was that good a player. After I got over
> wondering what I'd been hearing all these years I realized that an artist
> who's not satisfied with his work is still alive and well. Don't know if
> I'd
> say his name in the same sentence as SRV but I sure wouldn't argue if you
> want to.
-Hm. Well, you might want to expand on that. In my view both are
-tremendously accomplished guitarists. I'll never forget the first time
-I heard Krieger on "Moonlight Drive"; I loved it so much that . . .
-well, let's just say in a Jim Carrey tone of voice, "I LIKED IT A
-LOT."
I've got this reverence thing for Stevie Ray, believing he single-handedly
redeemed a decades-worth of music. I think of the 80's outwith SRV as kind
of a ten-year-long score from a 'Rocky' movie. I know, I know, but there it
is.
-It might be said that Stevie Ray became something of cliche on
-himself, so stylized as his technique was; even so it was totally his
-own sound and mighty tasty. By contrast, I've never heard anything
-from Clapton I wanted to emulate
You must never have heard 'Blues in A'. It's not on 'youtube', I don't
think, but if you can find it you'll like it. He did a good job on 'Born
Under a Bad Sign', too- kind of like BB with the clean notes and not singing
and playing at the same time.
I liked 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps', too, but we're talking blues here so
let it go.
--well, not true, come to think. I did
-sit down and learn some of those licks off his first two Cream sides
-back in the Sixties--following that I just got bored, went straight to
-sources and worshipped the hands of B.B. King and Muddy Waters for a
-spell. Then along came Keb Mo, and I thought that was something
-mighty fine. I love that slide-guitar soundtrack John Hammond did for
-*Little Big Man*
Know who's got himself a style now? Good ole Taj Mahal. He was always just
another cover of Mississippi blues, not remarkable but decent, and then he
went off on an African and Caribbean tangent. Now he's got a sound that's
his own. Saw him about a year ago on a theatre stage, Mavis Staples leading
off, and I came out of there grinning. Besides his new stuff he did a cover
of 'Annie Mae' that was like a tribute to Muddy Waters and did as good a
'Creole Belle' as I've ever heard.
-But speaking of some really great Blues chops, have you ever taken a
-listen to this . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L91ZHpEaE-0
-{Run it through the stereo, DAD and TURN IT UP!}
-And then of course we got this little honey . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POyorL2174g
-Unless you'd rather get it all loved up and fully of HAIR like
-this . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjVlA2E_fOI&feature=related
--
JM http://bobbisoxsnatchers.blogspot.com
The third one's the best. Pigpen doesn't come through the other two quite as
well.
Here's a Boz Scaggs you might like.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCnzGYEnNuY
Just Me
> >I don't doubt it, and I like her, as a musician and as a person. For
> >which reason I don't like seeing her used as a bludgeon to bash
> >another musician.
>
> Fuck you.
Oh dear. Oh my. Tsk-Tsk.
Much fun. Let's see what's next . . .
> You don't even know her as a person, you fake.
Oh quit it. How do you even conceive such a scandalous trick of
calculated misinterpretation? I like Barack Obama as a person--but
does that mean I have to know him personally?
>
> >> Never paid her much attention before but I was impressed.
> >She got a lot of soul, no damn doubt about it.
> >Not that I'm clairvoyant or anything, but judging from where her head
> >and her taste is at, you could bet your life that Bonnie Raitt thinks
> >the world of Alison Krauss.
>
> Bollocks.
Oh? You think? Well, let's just see about that, you silly damn Alan
Hope-a-Long CRASSidy with the two back-firing six-guns twirling on
your toes, shooting you in the teeth. Prepare to meet your DOOM . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Msb-j4H1ZEI
Admit you've been scorched, Alan. And then we'll be friends,
otherwise . . .
>
> >And here's an interesting fact: one of the dead in the Kent State
> >massacre of May 4,1970 was a coed by name of Allison Krause. One year
> >later, on July 23, 1971, this lovely talented lass was born. Though
> >the spelling is variant you mght wonder whether Alison's parents so
> >christened her in full knowledge, and in honor of this Allison . . .
> >http://www.may41970.com/images/Heroes/Allison1.JPG
> >Doesn't much look like reincarnation, however, the good ol' Crosby,
> >Stills, Nash & Young "Deja-Vu" or what have you.
>
> What a flake.
We'll just wait and see if anyone not throwing a fit is minded to join
you in that peculiar opinion, my dear. I'll hazard the guess otherwise
that my meaning up there, to anyone not totally hysterical (or
square), is really quite clear.
>
> >> I once read an interview with Robby Krieger in a guitar magazine where he
> >> said that if he was doing it again, the glory days, he'd practice more
> >> because he didn't think he was that good a player. After I got over
> >> wondering what I'd been hearing all these years I realized that an artist
> >> who's not satisfied with his work is still alive and well. Don't know if I'd
> >> say his name in the same sentence as SRV but I sure wouldn't argue if you
> >> want to.
> >Hm. Well, you might want to <snip>
>
> Shut up, fool.
Always the light-hearted raconteur of lightening quick witticism. And
dry? Why, you are the very London Gin; a peanut in your mouth would
be freeze-dried in an instant at the very touch of your velvet black
tongue. You should advertise that wagging thing for a highly cost-
effective antiperspirant device. You could make yourself a buck or
two standing around in drugstores licking armpits for a quarter at a
crack.
For you are indeed the Wisecrack King, Alan.
But always feel free to call me "fool" so long as you preface the
remark, thus: "Cool Fool".
"And just don't tell them that you knew--oo me-ee."
--Hunter/Garcia
JM
http://bobbisoxsnatchers.blogspot.com
http://mackiemesser.zoomshare.com/
Just Me
Poopsie Hope! As I live and breathe.
> Jervis, who can't read a simple post and won't understand until it's
> been made into a Movie of the Week, fails to notice I wasn't comparing
> Bonnie Raitt to any of those guys. I simply pointed out that he'd be
> intimidated because she's light-years better than he is. And I was
> right. Look how he ran away from the subject squealing in his funny
> Grandpa Simpson voice.
You really have missed your calling, Hope-a-Long. You should be doing
political cartoons in Iran for the Ayatollah. Caricature with no
resemblance to reality is what's wanted; "caricature assassination" is
what you absolutely *must* call it.
It's a new postmodern art-form and you, Alan, are the veritable
Delacroix of it.
Kudos, Boo-Boo-Boy.
Just Me
> I've got this reverence thing for Stevie Ray, believing he single-handedly
> redeemed a decades-worth of music. I think of the 80's outwith SRV as kind
> of a ten-year-long score from a 'Rocky' movie. I know, I know, but there it
> is.
Hey! I don't blame you. First time I heard the man--well, you could
tell that here was a bluesman who had been doing his homework, getting
down with the old masters and bringing that tradition to life in his
own hands--nothing second-hand about it. Hearing Billy Gibbons (ZZ
Top) and Johnny Winters can be quite close to that. And Keb Mo is
right on it. If you can hear some Blind Lemon, some Bukka White or
Jesse Fuller in what they're doing, you know they're playing blues
worthy of the name. And I would not leave out Dr. John, who used to
play guitar till he about got his left ring-finger shot off, defending
his keyboard man in a bar-room brawl. You can hear Jelly Roll Morton
when you're listening to Dr. John, and so that's the kind of taste and
knowledge and love it takes.
>
> -It might be said that Stevie Ray became something of cliche on
> -himself, so stylized as his technique was; even so it was totally his
> -own sound and mighty tasty. By contrast, I've never heard anything
> -from Clapton I wanted to emulate
>
> You must never have heard 'Blues in A'. It's not on 'youtube', I don't
> think, but if you can find it you'll like it. He did a good job on 'Born
> Under a Bad Sign', too- kind of like BB with the clean notes and not singing
> and playing at the same time.
> I liked 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps', too, but we're talking blues here so
> let it go.
>
> --well, not true, come to think. I did
> -sit down and learn some of those licks off his first two Cream sides
> -back in the Sixties--following that I just got bored, went straight to
> -sources and worshipped the hands of B.B. King and Muddy Waters for a
> -spell. Then along came Keb Mo, and I thought that was something
> -mighty fine. I love that slide-guitar soundtrack John Hammond did for
> -*Little Big Man*
>
> Know who's got himself a style now? Good ole Taj Mahal.
Oh, yeah.
> He was always just
> another cover of Mississippi blues, not remarkable but decent, and then he
> went off on an African and Caribbean tangent.
When I heard him at Fillmore West in late 1969 he must have been going
through some kind of phase man, that had taken him far from
Mississippi--or maybe it was that San Francisco vibe going to work on
his head, or maybe what I saw and heard is exactly what you're talking
about. Yeah, you must mean the Taj Mahal from waaaaay back in the
Delta.
> Now he's got a sound that's
> his own. Saw him about a year ago on a theatre stage, Mavis Staples leading
> off, and I came out of there grinning. Besides his new stuff he did a cover
> of 'Annie Mae' that was like a tribute to Muddy Waters and did as good a
> 'Creole Belle' as I've ever heard.
The man has got his Mojo wonderfully working, and of this there can be
no doubt. I'm trying to remember the title of the album he had out
most currently at the time we got to see him. Something about "Giant
Steps" or . . . whatever, but he had this Cherokee lead guitar man
touring and recording with him just then. As he introduced the man, I
recall him saying that he'd been going, like, through Oklahoma, where
he'd stopped into some little beer joint, and here was this Indian cat
playing a Fender Jazzmaster and making it sound like a pedal steel
guitar, with a sound that was really HUGE--and how he was looking for
the Leslie speakers, and there were none. It was all in this guy's
hands. He hired the man on the spot. So we got to hear this, and not
just hear, but see the whole drama of what was happening with this
backwater country Cherokee and his guitar . . .
He was a total introvert, humble as anyone could get, coming from an
old-style Okie Country band--and no rock n' roller. He was up there
before this big city venue like--yeah, like Perot's V.P. choice,
wondering, "Who am I and what am I doing here?" The women among us
were getting an eyeful of those tight Farah jeans he had on over a
pair of Western boots, and I have to admit the guy was rather striking
of appearance, as all our old ladies did agree. So here he was up
under those lights, scared out of his everlovin' clean, white Western
shirt and sweating it but good. He'd been put on the spot, under the
spot by all the effusion of praise from Taj Mahal.
At first, his playing came by fits and starts, and it was as if the
power he heard from himself coming through Bill Graham's massive P.A.
system was totally freaking him out--I mean, the thing was HUGE, as I
know from having been backstage there to see it; all these tall stacks
of Ampex amplifiers: you just had to stand there and marvel, because
you could see no end to them; it was like you were in the tightly
confined corridors of a library where the stacks were high and many
and long but instead of holding books, they were humming with tens of
thousands of watts. But that's another story, altogether, how I wound
up back there in that electronic maze on a long, strange trip of a
night when I managed to meet Bill Graham, who at that time said to me,
"Man! Look at your eyes. Are you ever stoned! What are you doing up
here (on stage, starting to play a little boogie-woogie on an electric
piano)." What--did I know? Did I think maybe, during this break
between bands, I could help to play us on the way a little bit nearer
to Nirvana?
Graham was very nice about it. It was amazing as you considered what
you'd heard about what a bad ol' bearcat he could be. He simply did
not have it in him to abuse a highly stoned, widely smiling, totally
grooving, peaceful entity such as me. He was laughing as he escorted
me back down to the dance-floor. What a swell guy. The day I heard of
the Gate Six, Sausalito chopper crash that took his life (we stayed
for a time at Gate Five, so I knew exactly the spot where that pad
was) when I heard about that--well . . .yeah, I remembered the gentle
pressure of his hand on my shoulder, his graciously tolerant smile and
hand-shake: it held the fondness of a brother for a brother, from the
family we all belonged to known as Totally Stoned and HELPLESS.
That good looking Cherokee in the cowboy shirt up there couldn't
believe the sound that was coming from his guitar. He kept looking
over his shoulder at that poor little old 125 watt beige Fender
Showman of his, wondering what the hell had happened to the thing to
make it sound like THAT. Back there from where he stood, maybe a good
15 feet away from the footlights, he was trying to hide out, while up
there was the one and only Taj Mahal at the mike, in utterly the
craziest getup anybody there ever saw. He had this long golden robe
on, and this great tall sorcerer's hat (with moon and stars) like,
right out of Disney's Fantasia; made him look like some totally stoned
out Pope, or a visiting dunce from Venus. At first, I was thinking
"What kind of fool is that?" It didn't take long before I found out
about the difference between a plain fool and a cool fool, who was up
there all full of love and kind intentions and a new sound of music
unlike anything anybody had heard before. Who WAS this, some kind of
psychedelic country & western Hank Snow--of color?
Everybody on the floor (few people there, if any, were dancing; it was
like a concert--for Zen monks from Mars) was sitting , or laying down,
or rolling around in great anticipation of what this beer joint
Indian Brave cum Nirvana navigator could do, after all that big build-
up. So our Cherokee with the Jazzmaster and the smooth moves with a
deft little finger lending SUCH a sensuous spin to his volume and tone
controls, began to master the transformation of his instrument to a
ten golden-string pedal steel, as now he grew hip to the fact that
everybody out there was on his side--and totally grooved down on the
stone gorgeous magic that commenced to appear as stars and moonglow
pouring from his hand as he began to take greater advantage of all
that power that he was increasingly in awe to discover was really
there at his command.
The distance from Fillmore auditorium to Heaven was only a hop and
skip--nobody had as yet totally bridged it, but there were many who
expected it to happen, any time. On that day, all the world would
begin to rotate about a new axis with the Fillmore at the celestial
pole, and Captain Trips (Jerry Garcia) up there with his whole crew
of the Grateful Dead, navigating the passage. This was merely a
matter of common foregone knowledge. It had been reported in Rolling
Stone; a long article by the Gonzo Man (H. S. Thompson) in the Oracle
by Robert Hunter, lectured upon by Stephen Gaskin at the Family Dog.
The Apocalypse was indeed, Now.
Oh, but, you can rightly imagine the effect of all those tens of
thousands of watts, mellowed through many millions of micrograms of
Jefferson Airplane food, as before our very eyes, Taj Mahal's Cherokee
trip pilot got ten feet tall--and close enough to his rapt listeners
to dig the tears of joy in their eyes, and all over their cheeks, and
the rainbows rising from that waterfall--but what if it were it to be
given to you, even now on shining vinyl from an LP sleeve; could you
see the rainbows gleaming between the grooves, much subdued yet lovely
nonetheless, and sounding just like this . . .
Alan Hope
>On Dec 8, 11:28 am, Alan Hope <usenet.ident...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>> >I don't doubt it, and I like her, as a musician and as a person. For
>> >which reason I don't like seeing her used as a bludgeon to bash
>> >another musician.
>>
>> Fuck you.
>
>Oh dear. Oh my. Tsk-Tsk.
>
>Much fun. Let's see what's next . . .
>
>> You don't even know her as a person, you fake.
>
>Oh quit it. How do you even conceive such a scandalous trick of
>calculated misinterpretation? I like Barack Obama as a person--but
>does that mean I have to know him personally?
Duh.
John Ashby
> ... and Johnny Winters
No "s".
john