Everybody singin' like somebody else's body. And that's pretty spooky if you think about it. I like the shows where the guy... he's like 18 years and white and he's comin' up on stage before a 90 years old bluesman [pantomimes lurching onto stage, plays really old sounding blues, wails incomprehensibly]... And then the 90 years old bluesman comes on and says, 'OK man, whassup?' Everythin's gotten like kinda spaced if you think about it... - Jerry Ricks, Port Townsend 97
That helps to the maximum degree possible! Thank you!
With John’s expert (and almost immediate!) assistance:
Goin’ Away Mama
Well I’m goin away, baby, honey, don’t you want to go? I said I’m goin away mama, don’t you want to go? Said I’m goin away mama, don’t you want to go?
I got a new way, spellin, that is, Memphis, Tennessee. That’s T Y R mama, and it’s M I double Z I says T Y R mama, and it’s M I double Z
Believe I’ll go up, stairs, I’m gon’ bring back down my clothes Said I’m leavin’ here mama, I sure don’t want to go Said I’m leavin’ today, mama, and I sure don’t want to go.
Ben
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Hi all, Hayes McMullan accompanied himself out of low-tuned Spanish tuning for "Dirt Road By Myself". The recording starts with him already mid-stream. On the one hand, I suppose you could look at the rendition as being compromised by this and other unintentional aspects, but that having been said, he sings and plays so beautifully and dynamically that I'm glad the take was not lost and that we can listen to it now. He really swallows his lyrics at a couple of points and I'd appreciate help with those places. Here is "Dirt Road By Myself":
Mm, dirt road by myself I'm going, carry me someone else
I said, mama, what you going to do? I said, mama, what you going to do? I said, looky-here, baby, tryin' to make a fool of me
INTERLUDE
I said, Lord, Lord, don't, got no mama now I said, mama, got no mama now (laughs) I say, Lord, Lord, got no mama now (Spoken: I done forgot half I ever knowed. I ain't jokin'.)
Said, hurry, sundown, let tomorrow come I said, hurry, sundown, let tomorrow come I said, mama, mama, I sure (vocal inaudible)
I says, a mean blacksnake keeps on suckin' my rider's tongue I says a mean blacksnake keeps on suckin' my rider's tongue Well, you keep on lovin' her, sure gonna let her down
SPOKEN: Now see, I can't slide down on these strings, you know? My fingers don't stand it now, where it's s'posed to.
SOLO
SPOKEN: That's the way it's supposed to be there.
I said, hey, baby, what are you going to do? I said, hey, hey, what are you going to do? Baby, . . .
I said, Lord, ---
Edited 4/14 to pick up correction from Blues Vintage
All best, Johnm
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