I got to get drunk, Vi. I'm going to play with Big Joe - Ransom Knowling tells his wife what it takes to play with Big Joe Williams, quoted in Deep South Piano by Karl Gert zur Heide
Wow....unreleased Broonzy and Son House! It always makes me excited that there is still recordings not heard by these great blues artists. It makes me wonder why it took so long to release the material as well. Some people say not all recorded material should be released as it may not be up to par and dilute the overall ......I'm not sure the word I'm looking for here....haha but I want to hear everything ever recorded by musicians I love. Maybe a little greedy of me but that's why I would gladly purchase something like this. Not just for the blues tracks, Unreleased Bob Dylan tracks would be nice to hear as well.
Wow! Increasingly as Big Bill conformed his repertoire to the uninformed expectations of European and "Folk" audiences, he began adding old Tin Pan Alley tunes like this one to his bag, and they are, by and large reborn, resurrected and absolutely terrific! Glory of Love, I get The Blues When it Rains, this one, and others, mark a different phase of his career but may in fact more truthfully represent what we now know to be true of many or most Blues players, that they did not exclusively play Blues. The treatment this material received at Big Bill's hands transforms this dross into gold..just great! Anybody else notice what a unique guitar sound BBB gets? Was it his 000-28, tuning below standard perhaps, or just the way his fingers hit the strings? I don't know but it's immediately recognizable and sounds like no one else.
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My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. Vladimir Nabokov (1899 - 1977)
Let's not forget that Buddy Moss used to play "Miss Otis Regrets", entitling it "Madam". film of this in the Berrea College material. n.b. - Buddy shot and killed his girlfriend in the mid thirties on the suspicion of her fooling around. Ended his career as a successful black musician rather abruptly... see photographs of him playing for other convicts in NE GA.
Go to O&S #8 on my web site [www.peterblowry.com] under "Articles" for details. My biggest failure, in a sense. Buddy was his own worst enemy in the long run, a nasty, suspicious man who could play the hell out of a guitar and harp. I was "whitey", but he wasn't much better with blacks, either. As Chicago Bob asked me my last time at Buddy's place, "Why do you put up with his shit?" My answer was, "He's so damn good." He understood.
It went beyond threat in that he came chasing after me when I left his house. If his wife, Dot, hadn't of outweighed him by a large amount he'd have come through the door to the porch, and who knows whether or not I'd still be here... and/or Buddy in jail, or executed. It WAS Georgia and killing a white man was a capital offense then... still is. As Bastin - he was there and saw it all. He came rushing out from Budy's house, climbed into the truck and shouted "DRIVE... NOW!!!", filling me in as I burned rubber out of there. This was after being pulled over by an illiterate deputy sheriff for "consorting with a local Negro" (Roy Dunn). Not my best day on the road, but actually the only serious one that I knew of/can remember. A hairy white guy with out-of-state plates would always be suspicious to "them". Early seventies.