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Why aint they no blues thread?

Well, I feel like snappin....pistol in yo face....
Imma let sum graveyard...Lawd, be her restin place

A classic by Muddy, right there! I think the Stones kinda ripped it off when they come up with "Can't git no...."



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4foY6VAWWB8&feature=related
 
So, then, as your excellent host at the King Biscuit Flour Hour radio show, I will now present, for your entainment and enjoyment, another true-fine blues classic: "ya best cmon inna ma kitchin, Darlin," by the immortal Robert Johnson:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4up4VP8zjyc

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Thanks to whoever it was from Logan, Utah, who done sent the cash, overnight mail, even, eh!? As a little reward, Imma slap up a fine-*** Big Bill Broonzy tune, "When I been drinkin." Kinda goes without no sayin, but, it ROCKS, eh!?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SB4fIhbRCA8

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Blues Trivia: There is spoken line (repeated once) in the Robert Johnson tune from above. It kinda hard to understand in that video, but he is sayin "Can't you hear the wind howl?," while using his guitar to simulate the sound of a strong wind whistlin through trees, open windows, and such.

A biographic flim, narrated by Danny Glover and starrin Keb Mo, as Robert Johnson, was made a while back, usin that line for it's title ("Can't You Hear the Wind Howl?"). I aint never seen it, cause I aint never come across it and aint never gone huntin for it, but I spect it's very good. Anyone seen it?
 
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Lil mo trivia: "Eric Clapton pays tribute to Robert Johnson on his new CD "Me And Mr. Johnson," on Duck/Reprise Records, released March 30th, 2004. "It is a remarkable thing to have been driven and influenced all of my life by the work of one man," Clapton says. "And even though I accept that it has always been the keystone of my musical foundation, I still would not regard it as an obsession; instead, I prefer to think of it as a landmark that I navigate by, whenever I feel myself going adrift. I am talking, of course, about the work of Robert Johnson.
Now, after all these years, his music is like my oldest friend, always in the back of my head, and on the horizon. It is the finest music I have ever heard. I have always trusted its purity, and I always will."
 
A lil Hound Dawg Taylor, anybuddy? Hound Dawg is best knowwed for his smokin slide guitar playin, a lotta of it stold from the style of the great Elmore James. Lil trivia fo Hound Dawg: He wuz borned with 6 fingers on each hand (well, actually 5 fingers and one thumb, but....) but he chopped them off with a butcher knife one night, when he wuz drunk, so, not no mo, see? In this vid, ya will seez the excellent Brewer Phillips on bass. Hound Dawg had ta bust a cap in Brewer's *** one night fo dissin his wimminz so bad. He wuz drunk, of course, and he kinda feltz sorry bout it later. Goes without no kinda sayin, I spoze, but he's drunk in this here vid, too, as he always wuz onstage....well, or offstage, for that matter. So, then, to kinda sum it all up, and all, Hound Dawg, he ROCKS, eh!?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KX9UG8rqRRQ
 
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More bout Hound Dawg, writ mo betta than I can do:

"...when he was only 9 years old, his step father supposedly packed up all of his things in a brown paper bag, stood in the doorway with a shotgun, and told Hound Dog to “cut out”. In 1942, Taylor, always the ladies man, was chased out of Mississippi one day by the Klan after having an affair with a white woman. He spent the first day hiding in drainage ditches and then the next day he headed for Chicago. He never went back. He was in a club one night chasing a couple of women around when a friend called him a hound dog because he was always on the hunt for woman. The name stuck.

Freddie King became a star with the song “Hideaway”. A good portion of this song was copied from an instrumental King heard Taylor cranking out in a nightclub. Hound Dog never did receive composer’s credit for the song, but didn’t seemed to be bothered by it either, as King was only one of several bluesman who borrowed from him.

During any given show, Hound Dog would first drink a straight shot of whiskey, chasing it with a mixed drink. He then would down a whole glass of beer. All three drinks were drank rapidly, one after the other. After that he was ready to play! Hound Dog would start off a show usually saying something like “Hey, let’s have some fun!”, and did they ever!

It seemed Phillips said something insulting about Hound Dog’s wife Fredda, so Hound Dog left the room, and then returned with a .22 rifle. Aiming for the couch, he hit Phillips twice, once in the forearm and once in the leg....On his deathbed, his last wish was granted when Phillips visited him in the hospital and forgave him for the shooting. Hound Dog Taylor passed away the very next day, December 17, 1975."

I guess Hound Dawg never chopped off but one of his extry fingers: "...one night, drunk out of his mind, Hound Dog took a straight razor and cut off the small extra finger on his right hand. The extra finger on his left hand remained there until his death." There's a picture of his left hand, and more of the story, richeea: https://www.tdblues.com/?p=556 If ya goes there, ya should autta check out the link there to another tune Hound Dawg done at that same Ann Arbor Blues festival---they havvin theysef some fun, sho nuff!
 
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And now, ladies and gennomenz, for the next true-fine blues classic here on the Jazzfanz blues channel, comes Brownie (McGhee) and Sonny (Terry), the all-time great guitar/harp duo.

Sonny, the harp playa, went blind when he wuzza chile. It was unpreventable, even though the best available methods were used to try and prevent it. His Pappy even used to put sandpaper gloves on his mitts at night, but still...

Anyways, even though he couldn't see nuthin, Sonny knowwed how to take care of his self. One day him and Brownie wuz walkin down da street in Harlem and three gangstaz jumped they ***. In a flash, Sonny had hauled out his revolver and squeezed off 6 rounds, goin in most every direction. He didn't hit nobuddy, but them thugs left--and they didn't never come back, neither.

Brownie, he wuz kinda a cripple his own damn self, had a bum leg on accounta polio when he wuzza chile, but he could sit and strum a guitar like nobuddy's bidnizz. He could also act (his leg got fixed in 1937), and starred in "The Jerk," a Steve Martin flick, and, of course, played Toots Sweet in the classic flick (with Mickey Rourke, Bobby De Niro and that HOT little Lisa Bonet), Angel Heart.

Anyways, this here vid, it ROCKS, needless to say:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLKvn6WRwQM
 
Son House, he ROCKS, eh, Boonie!? He's one who knowwed Robert Johnson before he went down to them crossroads, ya know?

"And such a racket you never heard! It'd make the people mad, you know. They'd come out and say, 'Why don't y'all go in and get that guitar away from that boy! He's running people crazy with it!' I'd come back in, and I'd scold him about it, ' Don't do that Robert. You drive the people nuts. You can't play nothing. Why don't you play that harmonica for'em.' But he didn't want to blow that. Still, he didn't care how I'd get after him about it. He'd do it anyway." (Son House)
 
If anybuddy aint knowwin:

"If you want to learn how to make songs yourself, you take your guitar and your go to where the road crosses that way, where a crossroads is. Get there be sure to get there just a little ' fore 12 that night so you know you'll be there. You have your guitar and be playing a piece there by yourself…A big black man will walk up there and take your guitar and he'll tune it. And then he'll play a piece and hand it back to you. That's the way I learned to play anything I want." (Tommy Johnson, excellent bluesman from the '30's)

Course Tommy, he didn't mentions what he had to give in return, but....
 
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Years back, there wuz a train that ran past Sugarland Prison, down in Texas, long bout midnite. Them prisoners called it the "Midnight Special." The tracks was a couple miles off, so mainly they just heard the whistle and the rumblin of the train as it rolled on through--they never really seen it.

Then, one night, on accounta some fog, and stuff, the light from the train got deflected toward Sugarland. It landed directly on an inmate who was standin at his window, lookin out. The very next day, that guy got pardoned. Since that day, alla cons pray for the Midnight Special to "shine a light on me."

Huddie Ledbetter, a Louisiana boy better knowwed as "Leadbelly" because a knife in the gut couldn't stop him from comin at ya, didn't need no light. He was in Sugarland for murder, but got set free by the Governor after only 7 years after writing a song for him. That same governor had ran for office on a pledge not to issue no pardons, so, it was a purty good tune, see?

Later, he was back in prison after knifin some guy, and while he was in, he had to knife yet another guy, a prisoner, who attacked him. But, once again he was set free after only 4 years after Alan Lomax took one of his Leadbelly records to the Governor, along with a petition for pardon.

Anyways, here a tune Leadbelly done long-*** time back about the whole deal. It ROCKS!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXhBVjoPvh0
 
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Next up on this here juke box I'm buildin for myself is a classic tune, writ and recorded by Robert Johnson in the mid-30's, called "Dust My Broom." 15 years later, it was covered by Elmore James, except with ampped up guitars, piano, drums, and stuff, Chicago style, by Elmore, which is this one. Different peoples have different ideas about what it means to "dust my broom." It's all purty obvious, really. When you dust your broom, which is the thang ya go around dustin with, it means you're making a clean, brand new start.

Elmore was a Mississippi boy, growin up near Canton. In the 30's he hung with Robert Johnson some, down in Mississippi, and was all over the south with the great Sonny Boy Williamson in the 40's. By 1952 he had made his way up to Chicago, where his cousin, Homesick James (a great bluesman in his own right, and who plays with him on this cover) lived. He died in 1963, on Homesick's couch, of a heart attack As we all know, Elmore, he ROCKS, eh!?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8GwPuKL0e0&feature=related
 
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