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

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Have to Change Keys to Play These Blues


Lonnie Johnson was an interesting dude. Among the most brilliant guitar technicians ever recorded, he completely dominated sophisticated blues and ragtime playing (Robert Johnson, among others, was a fan and imitator), and laid a solid foundation for jazz guitar. Literally, that is: if you look at early jazz guitar compilations, he pops up, both alone and in duets with the much-imitated guitarist Eddie Lang. Mr. Johnson's strumming interspersed with tightly-phrased little stingers of single-note playing set up a template for modern blues, r&b, rock, etc., lead guitar. A few other folks did this too, but his style seems to have really been the model for almost everyone who followed. As an instrumentalist, he was, especially early on, astonishingly inventive, and his fingers were precise and freakily nimble. You could compare him to other transformational instrumentalists like Louis Armstrong, Jimi Hendrix, Jimmy Smith, Art Tatum, etc. without injustice. And he was, in my unimportant opinion, an absolutely terrible singer, who sang a ton of ridiculously schmaltzy songs. Perhaps this is why, unlike the others listed above, he's largely forgotten today except by guitar nerds and historian types. Luckily, he recorded so many sides that there's no shortage of wheat hidden among the chaff.

Anyhow, this here is a pretty random collection of older stuff by him, not from any album in particular (to be honest, this is the result of me googling for free mp3s, then cramming them all in one folder)... There are some guitar duets (the ones with Eddie Lang are pretty amazing), some with singing by him, some sung by others, some solo instrumentals. Some of the instrumentals are insanely great. I recommend especially 'Swing Out Rhythm' and 'Playing With The Strings' to your attention. Just listening will give the average guitarist blisters.

I recommend looking around for more- there's lots of it, and much of it is excellent. Some of his more traditional blues recordings even sound like country blues, and can be pretty great. (The guy had range- down-home on one end, suave and genteel on the other). He was an interesting arranger and actually wrote lyrics (as opposed to many blues singers' practice of slapping together as many couplets as came to mind). Avoid the 1940s stuff, in which he croons jazz standards in a nasal, minimally inflected voice, while strumming flatly. Some of this is neat but it gets dull. (I can't get through three songs in a row of the Folkways compilation, for instance). The early, hot-jazz, ragtime flipouts, and the rootsy acoustic blues songs, are where he's at his best.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

All My Days

Two beautiful old blues and gospel compilations from Mississippi Records. Buy them if you see them, Mississippi Records releases tend to  become collectors' items immediately.

http://www.mediafire.com/file/9jbo63cjxalszwj/Been%20Here%20All%20My%20Days_%20Selections%20From%20The%20George%20Mitchell%20Archive.zip

http://www.mediafire.com/file/vvjqvrv8ohdcwcp/Oh%20Graveyard%2C%20You%20Can%27t%20Hold%20Me%20Always.zip

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Please Warm My Weiner


Silly/smutty innuendo, surrounded by sly and buttery singing and awesome guitar playing. 
Bo Carter was a member and manager of the great Mississippi Sheiks (real name Armenter Chatmon, so he's related to Sam and the other Chatmons).

I confess that mostly I love these songs because they're dirty-minded. And so am I. But you could make a good case for him as one of the great songsters of the 1930s, if you prefer to seem above all that....

...If you don't prefer to seem above all that, enjoy this link with my smutty compliments:


Monday, December 20, 2010

Let Your Doggone Head Go Bald


Great funky messy electric blues. Supposedly he had 11 fingers: started with six on each hand, cut one off with a razor blade.

Supposedly also had trouble keeping bandmates because he refused to make changes at the same time each time and would just gallop on and leave them behind.

In short, this is one of those dudes who seems almost imaginary, he's such a perfect blues cliche. Except that he was real, and the music proves it. It's raw and ragged and intense, note after note. In fact, almost the first thing you hear is that this is no Claptonesque smooth noodle blues. This fucker was serious.


So, download and love.

Link's in two pieces due to upload restrictions.

http://www.mediafire.com/file/w5tkujiu3w1d46r/Hound%20Dog%20Taylor%20and%20the%20Houserockers1of2.zip

http://www.mediafire.com/file/btt7zcvkui2rb5z/Hound%20Dog%20Taylor%20and%20the%20Houserockers2of2.zip

Friday, December 17, 2010

Until Your Big Wheel Come


John Lee Hooker was one of the great musical forces of the twentieth century, and the contents of this album are among the greatest music ever made. There is no better male blues singer to be heard; there may be no better blues guitarist (despite or perhaps because of the limitations of his technique). He created his own style and used it with complete and utter mastery, for decade after decade.

I've no idea what happened to the artwork for this album, or even which album it is really: there appear to be multiple releases under the same name. There are more John Lee Hooker albums than there are years to listen. Many are repackaged compilations. This one happens to approximate the one I first heard when I was 15, so it seems like the best to me. But any John Lee Hooker before 1990 is probably going to be a wonderful listening experience. (The end-of-life stuff filled with celebrity guests isn't terrible either, but it is what it is- star-studded retreads, and watered down).

What he does best is angst, of a particular male and almost macho variety that's helped fuel some of the terrible blues cliches adopted by suck-ass imitators (but don't blame him for them). His specialty is brooding depression, or bottom-of-the-pit woe. He does anger well too, of the simmering-rage variety though in most cases not as well as he does the real fixin-to-die misery. When he mixes in some growly dissatisfied lust, well, that's the blues all wrapped up in a bundle, and nobody does it better. 

Even better: what you hear once you get past that surface (and it's okay if you don't-- it's a damn good surface, after all) is some unexpected depth: bits of bitter humor, slowed-down party-time intensity, and occasional moments of sweetness or fragility float by. But the ouvre is mostly deep and dark and miserable.

Enjoy!

(link's in two parts; just unzip to one folder and proceed with however you usually do this sort of thing from there)



Monday, October 4, 2010

Can't You Hear The Wind Howl?


This is the 'The Complete Recordings' set of Robert Johnson's music, which ought to be pretty broadly commercially available (I used to have it on cassette- those were the days...). Only, pitch-shifted down, by me.

I opened each file (working with mp3s, which is audiophile-loserdom, but whatever) in Sound Forge and pitch-shifted to 90%.

I've always thought RJ sounded too shrill and frenzied to be real, and had often wondered over the years if the recordings weren't pitch-shifted. But only recently with a bunch of press about the theory that it actually WAS, did I take that theory seriously. Slowed a little, he no longer sounds quite as bizarre and otherworldly, sure-- but he DOES sound excellent. And human. He sounds like the other blues singers of his time and place. And his guitar sounds like a guitar, not a ukelele.

85%, which is the number I've seen online, seemed too slow to my ears- it made RJ sound froggy and his guitar thumpy. Having played and sung (poorly) myself for several decades, I'm pretty familiar with the sound of the instrument. And I've listened to a lot of country and delta blues-- so 90% might not be exactly right, but it sounds ok to my ears. Hopefully it'll sound good to yours.

My suspicion, actually, is that each song is probably slightly different. Some songs still sound a little fast, and others a little slow. But this is probably a truer picture of the actual sound of the musician, than the regular version. So, hey. Whatever.

There are lots of odd arguments going around about authenticity and ownership-- was it intended to be sped up? (Apparently Johnson himself may have never heard his own recordings, and they were not much of a commercial success at the time, so many of his peers may not have either, for what that's worth). Did all the early listeners, his contemporaries, think it sounded normal? If Keith Richards, Eric Clapton, et al, thought fast was normal, does that make it right? Ultimately I'm not too interested in any of this. All I know is that the slower version sounds more musical. 

If you haven't heard these songs slowed down before, it's a bit unnerving. It's a bit like seeing an old movie that you'd only watched on a worn-out VHS, in a restored print via Blu-Ray. Suddenly the details jump out and the nuances and dimensions are audible.

Hope you enjoy  this as much as me.

http://www.mediafire.com/file/s37fs1ysbynobx5/The%20Complete%20Recordings%20%28Pitch-Corrected%29%201%20of%202.zip

http://www.mediafire.com/file/prybm9qo8a885cq/The%20Complete%20Recordings%20%28Pitch-Corrected%29%202%20of%202.zip

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Best Show on WFMU and the Tuareg Guitar Revolution!!!!

I have too many mp3s. I'm not doing anything drastic like deleting anything. But I have TOO many mp3s. Yes, many are torrented and many are downloaded from sites like these. I have a subscription with emusic--50 mp3 downloads a month. Bands that I obsess over I try to support that still have available product, such as The Sound, For Against, The Chameleons. (I promise to go more into my post-punk obsession in the future.) I also buy bands that are associated with the Best Show on WFMU. I'm not totally into all the stuff he (Tom Scharpling) plays. But he plays a pretty diverse array of stuff that rocks. I found the Bingo Trappers, Reigning Sound, Black Lips and some other garage-punk that I hadn't really been into before. He also has a profound knowledge of classic rock, and is a convincing advocate of Paul McCartney's solo work, and always throws in some killer psych-rock. (It is really quite amazing how much amazing psych-rock there is.) I also have been buying Ted Leo and Pharmacist albums--and I like them, even though I hated them at first. But he is a friend of Tom Scharpling, and all around cool dude who works his ass off to make incredible dense, hook-heavy punkitude rock.

Scharpling directed Ted Leo's latest video. It's a funny send-up of the Green Day musical:



And I recently actually ordered some actually physical product, both from Merge Records: The new Superchunk record, and the three CD retrospective of Big Dipper. Both are Best Show related. Tom Scharpling set the wheels in motion to get the Big Dipper set out, and his comedic cohort Jon Wurster is the drummer for Superchunk (as well as for The Mountain Goats.) I haven't even listened to them yet. I don't even know if I like Superchunk. But I've developed a personal relationship with some of these guys. {Sort of, I mean, they don't know who I am really, but I post on the forums and they are my facebook "friends." [Facebook is really great for stalking minor celebrities. (hint-hint, K)]}

Which of course has nothing to do with my inspiration for today's post. I may have tens of thousands of mp3s, but I really haven't been excited enough to listen to an album over and over again since my encounter with Group Inerane.

I found the album on the excellent blog exp etc, via a google buzz alert from Gary.

The description of the band makes it sound too good to be true:

Group Inerane is the now sound of the Tuareg Guitar Revolution sweeping across the Sahara Desert and inspired by the rebel musicians that started this music as a political weapon used to communicate from the Libyan Refugee camps in the 1980s and 1990s. Spearheaded by the enigmatic guitar hero Bibi Ahmed, Group Inerane has been together for several years and carries the rich tradition of Tamachek guitar songs for another generation. These ten tracks are a combination of amplified roots rock, blues, and folk in the local Tuareg styles at times entering into full-on electric guitar psychedelia.


It's an electric African psychedelic drone-rock blues. My God, man. My God.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

I Just Can't Shoot That Good


This album was an early, transformative, blues experience for me: a cassette (made by the father of a high-school friend specifically as part of a wildly successful program to inculcate my young ears with THE BLUES and JAZZ) that I listened to over and over and over and over and over and over and over. I've heard a lot of Hopkins since, and he pretty much falls into the category of a lot of blues and jazz folks: every recording is excellent, so why pick a favorite? But this album seems pretty perfect in every way to me.

I remember really 'hearing' it for the first time, after many listens, one night while working alone at a tiny ice cream shop in a tourist trap in San Diego. I had the boom-box turned up, no customers were anywhere near, and I was bored, and then cleaning, and then mopping, and then bored again, and meanwhile this was playing. The sound of Lightnin's voice suddenly stopped sounding strange or foreign or 'black' or historical or like 'blues' or even like a recording of someone I'd never met and who'd been dead a long time, and suddenly sounded like THE VOICE, present now and living and true, with all of the sly humour and world-weariness and gentle wisdom and frailty and subtle anger and love, that all of us would sing with if we only knew how to sing with our pure inner selves; it sounded like the sound of my soul and yours. I decided that this was the true meaning of 'soul' music: not just a genre, but any music that really contained so much humanity that it could sweep your soul up into it and carry you along.  

I know now that this effect is a type of magic that can come from nearly any good music (I could make a long list of things that have made me feel this way, but many of them are already posted to this blog...), but that night I was young enough and the music was awesome enough that it really changed my life.

Give this one a few listens. And any time you see a Lightnin' Hopkins record, pick it up.

Here's a randomly selected video: there are other good ones out there but this will give you an idea of the magic.  



Friday, April 16, 2010

Let's Get Together and Rub Rub Rub


Bought this on LP a while back in a used bookstore, and have been enjoying it tremendously. Highlights include the lecherous 'Stoop Down Girl' and a personal favorite, 'Let's Get Drunk Again'.

Lou Curtiss at Folk Arts Rare Records in San Diego (see long and wordy previous post) talked about Sam Chatmon when I last visited. I'd made an offhand comment about the blues tradition of sharing lyrics; that there was this underlying pool of ideas that everyone traded and re-combined. He pointed out that a lot of the underlying songcraft came from really gifted songwriters like Sam Chatmon, who'd penned many of the songs that then became common currency (in part or in whole).




Sam was a member of the incredibly influential Mississippi Sheiks, and possibly a half-brother of the great Charlie Patton.

Enjoy!

http://www.mediafire.com/file/jwmmdydennm/Sam Chatmon- Blues When It Rains.zip

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Gonna Fall On My Knees


Where the soul of man never dies, via Youtube.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Trouble Will Soon Be Over


Some of the most spine-tingling, terrifying, gospel-blues ever recorded. This is real.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Six Feet Under the Clay

Unstoppably lovely free pre-copyright music:

http://www.archive.org/search.php?query=creator:%22Mississippi%20John%20Hurt%22

I've been listening to a lot of Mississippi John Hurt lately, learning to play several songs on guitar (I've been approximating them for a decade or so, but actually forcing myself to do it right, with the odd syncopations and perfectly steady alternating bass, is a whole nother deal). Really reminds me how lovely and vital the music is. I'm more appreciative than ever of his singing, as well-- such a casually gentle voice, but with very good phrasing and melodic quirks.

A particularly lovely example, Louis Collins Blues:




If that's not enough awesomeness for you, here's what I watched on youtube this morning.


which led me to this:


which led me to this:



The crazy/beautiful flatpicking and abusive moustache led me to this little flash of brilliance:


Then, I thought, let's hear some more deep blues:


finishing off with one of my favorite blues songs ever, by one of my favorite singers ever, the great Son House:


Hope your weekend's as good as mine. Peace out.

P.S. for more Mississippi John Hurt, see the earlier post here:


Thursday, January 14, 2010

Get Sloppy Drunk Off A Bottle


One of the ur-texts of 20th-century popular music. And a desert-island disc if there ever was one. I've listened to this thousands of times and never get tired of it. The recording is cloudy with noise and the songs are weighted with the jokes and references of a time and place completely foreign to us now, but the urgency and intensity remain.

http://www.mediafire.com/file/xmgzmykwjq2/Charley Patton- Founder of the Delta Blues.zip

Friday, October 23, 2009

What more could a poor boy do?


A great compilation in an excellent book. Well, sort of a book. More like trading cards, bound together. But excellent nonetheless.

In two parts for the usual reason.


Monday, October 19, 2009

Face to Face That I Shall Know Him


The Bahamadian (from the island of Andros) answer to Mississippi John Hurt; though, Joseph Spence's playing is both cruder and richer in syncopation and general bounce, if not in overall subtlety. Apparently he made a living both as a manual laborer and as an entertainer for laborers while they labored. Also apparently, he had a variant of the usual blues conflict between spirituality and secular music (his wife wouldn't let him play anything but hymns, though that only restrained him some of the time). This is not (audibly) the tormented lust/angst that you often hear in Delta blues though, it's closer to jaunty ragtime. Only, it's jaunty ragtime islandized. Which makes it something pretty fascinating. If you haven't heard it before, now's a good time.

Spence's singing voice isn't featured here (from evidence I've heard on other recordings, it's just as well), but you do hear a lot of him making gruffling sounds through his pipe.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Mixtapes for Mason- Listened to the Song- Electric Blues



The fourth in what will be a long series of mixtape posts. This is 'Side B' of the Blues cassette, and is Electric Blues. It's a wierd distinction, since a couple folks here aren't really 'Electric' in the usual sense: Lightnin' Hopkins and Jessie Mae Hemphill are only nominally plugged in... but since Muddy Waters was featured on the Acoustic Blues disc, it's only fair. Anyhow, it's all great music, hopefully put in an enjoyable order.

Two Howlin' Wolf songs, not because there's any shortage of awesome artists to feature, but because I love Howlin' Wolf so much that it really seemed like the best way to ensure a good listen...



Obligatory Explanation (in case you can't be bothered to read the previous posts):

These mixes were originally put together for a teenager, so the content is designed to do a little educatin' and a little mind-blowin'.

They were formatted to fit on cassette, so each 'side' will be around 42 minutes.

Most of them are genre-specific, and sort of strike a balance between trying to cover the bases in that genre (i.e. reflecting the 'great artists' in the canon), and reflecting my taste (which is erratic, mystically-oriented, and limited by ignorance), and fitting well together. Occasionally this leads to odd results. But I think they're good listening.

(Correction-- her awesomeness XtinaB notified me that my link was dead, so here's a new one:)

http://www.mediafire.com/file/9t9dedkzb67cddy/Ero%20Mason%20Mixes-%20Even%20Death%20Himself.zip

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Mixtapes for Mason- Even Death Himself- Acoustic Blues


The third in what will be a long series of mixtape posts.

This is 'Side A' of the Blues cassette, and is Acoustic Blues. Beautiful music by some of the great musical geniuses of the twentieth century.

I've been awestruck by most of these artists for a very long time. First it must be said that I have always thought 'the blues' a somewhat arbitrary genre distinction-- and saying "acoustic" is even more arbitrary-- the musicians themselves having come from all sorts of different angles-- ragtime, songster tradition, boogie-woogie, gospel-- and the blues itself always shading imperceptibly into jazz or country on the fringes-- and almost all the musicians always seeking to grow and change throughout their career, so that many started acoustic and wound up amplified, or with horn sections, or changing from piano to guitar and back again, etc.). But there's something about the blues that activates something deep & lonesome in the soul. In even the most joyful & raunchy bounce of a dance song, there's the resonance of time slipped past, and the ache of struggle in the face of cruelty and need.

This doesn't change the fact that the blues is primarily a dance music, music for fucking, music for drinking to and forgetting your troubles. Despite my own post-20th century white intellectual's penchant for despair and angst, the blues was always a way to sing one's way out of pain, not into it.

Anyway, if you don't know the blues very well, this is not a thorough survey, but it may be a good taste before you dive in (and I'm happy to recommend and/or post other albums). If you do, you'll likely have heard many of these songs before. Either way I think this is a very enjoyable way to pass three-quarters of an hour. If there's one thing I know how to do (and there are a couple), it's make a blues mixtape.


Obligatory Note (in case you can't be bothered to read the previous posts):

These mixes were originally put together for a teenager, so the content is designed to do a little educatin' and a little mind-blowin'.

They were formatted to fit on cassette, so each 'side' will be around 42 minutes.

Most of them are genre-specific, and sort of strike a balance between trying to cover the bases in that genre (i.e. reflecting the 'great artists' in the canon), and reflecting my taste (which is erratic, mystically-oriented, and limited by ignorance), and fitting well together. Occasionally this leads to odd results. But I think they're good listening.


Up next: electric blues!

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Quit Mumbling... And Talk Like A Man

The precise spot where blues and proto-R&B meet punk rock. Also hints of acid rock and rap. In other words, this album contains a lot of the half-century of music that followed it's release.
More importantly, it's a lot of fun.

Home-digitized from scratchy vinyl; apologies for fuzziness.