Friday Random Ten (good to be back home edition)
I Believe I'll Dust My Broom - - - Robert Johnson
Rock Sweet Rock - - - The Wailers (Bob Marley, Bunny Wailer, Peter Tosh)
Oro Se da Bheatha Baile - - - The Clancy Brothers (with Tommy Makem)
Jolie Blon - - - Doug Kershaw
Numb - - - U2
Are You Gonna Go My Way? - - - Lenny Kravitz (unplugged)
All I Know - - - Art Garfunkle
Whiter Shade of Pale - - - Procul Harum
Her Mind Is Gone - - - Professor Longhair
Momma Told Me Not To Come - - - Randy Newman (live bootleg)
bonus
Shakey Ground - - - Temptations
I'm cool for the morning, what ya'll listening too?
posted by The Minstrel Boy at 9:19 AM
13 Comments:
Sorry to hear you've been feeling down. Must be something in the air cause up east here life has been sucking lately as well. Mostly from having my dad go into the hospital for pneumonia then the stupid fucks overhydrated him and sent him into congestive heart failure-I want to rip throats.
Anyway..just a thanks for your beer suggestion. He loved the first case but the second case a few weeks later really was a very huge hit.
By chance do you have a long white beard and sit cross-legged on the top of a mountain?
Mostly listening to myself massacre the 8th & 12th measures of 12 bar blues in E, but god I love the 4th and 6th measures.
MB,
the other night I was unable to sleep and as I was cruising thru the movie channels I find Bound for Glory with David Carradine. It is a pretty good movie and a good bio of Woodie Guthrie in the dust bowl era. Woodie had some pretty good songs. Use Netflixs to order it.
yo soy Horsedooty!
i own that one, big time woody fan that i am. the mavs are on a solid run aren't they senor dooty? i'm waiting for my suns to get diaw and everybody healthy again and we'll probably see what shakes out come may. timmy duncan might have something to say about what happens. my pick for the winner of the western conference right now is who ever doesn't have to play san antonio during the semi's. the one who draws that matchup will most likely show up to the conference finals all beat to shit.
yeah, twelve bar has its own discrete charm doesn't it? i can still remember the look on my nephew's face once we had gotten the patterns locked in and i told him that he had just learned about a gazillion songs. one of the things i love about the old blues men is the way they would put their own little flourishes and riffs into the phrasing.
have you ever heard the album taj mahal did with the musicians from west africa? it's brilliant.
nope, no beard. just thought that giving beer to a beer drinker as a thank you made pure country sense.
My Dallas Mavericks are on a roll. 49-9. It is interesting that the East Coast experts on the NBA still have very little respect for Dirk or the Mavs. I guess when you fold like they did in the finals last year you should expect that. I hear Shawn Marion is a lock on the MVP from those East Coast Experts. He is good but is he better than Nashie or Dirk? If I had a team he would certainly be invited to play on my team but I would suggest that the best player on the best team in the league be crowned the MVP.
yo soy Horsedooty!
Minstrel Boy,
I figure about a decade seperates us music-wise, since what I tend to come up with can be as...unique as this:
1) Running on Faith…Eric Clapton
2) Midnight At The Lost And Found…Meatloaf
3) Somebody To Love...Jefferson Airplane
4) $7.50 Once A Week…Dave Frishberg (Schoolhouse Rock)
5) You’re Stronger Than Me…Patsy Cline
6) Mamma, I’m Coming Home…Ozzy Osbourne
7) Perfect…Ananis Morissette
8) Killer Queen…Queen
9) So Far Away…Dire Straits
10) Black And White…Three Dog Night
Bonus:
Over At The Frankenstein Place…Rocky Horror Picture Show
MB, how do you maintain such catholic (SMALL "c") tastes in music, yet still be so discriminating?
- oddjob (who can easily envision you putting together an altogether different set of random tens made exclusively of classical music that would be equally high quality)
marc's tastes run more like mine with regards to "classics", but I already know enough about MB's musicianship to realize that my era's music (the 70's/early 80's) he has a sharp ear for as well.
- oddjob (who freely admits his own tastes in music leave many of his classmates (high school class of '77) gagging)
(LOVE Momma Told Me Not To Come, although I only know the Three Dog Night version (written of course by Randy Newman)!
- oddjob (terrific fun, and true!))
randy doesn't really perform in concert all that much because his fine ear tells him how bad he sucks as a singer. but he has a composer's sense of phrasing and performance that trancends little things like a crappy voice. he's also funny as hell. i used to work a lot with the bass player from 3 dog night, joe shermie. he also did all their arranging (hell, the dude was the band). one of the wiser things he ever said to me was that as a bass player he couldn't lead a band, but he could damn sure run one. i have classics in my files, and they sometimes bubble up through the mix. i'm a mozart fiend. beethoven, chopin piano work (i have one disc of horowitz playing the entire cycle of waltzes that is glorious), bach, and lots of the very old choral works. i'm also an opera junkie.
How old is "very old"?
Opera tends to leave me cold. Huge voices (& bodies) with vibratto so thick I can't hear the melody just doesn't do it for me, especially when the plot is no better than a Harlequin romance I can pick up at a dime store.
Having said that about the only piece of music that has ever spontaneously brought me to tears simply from its beauty is Nessun Dorma (apologies if I've told you that before - something in my memory suggests I have).
- oddjob
Interesting that you bring up Doug Kershaw. My dad grew up with the Kershaw kids, on the other side of the railroad tracks from them (the "right" side). The Kershaws literally lived on the "wrong" side of the tracks and were generally despised by the "proper" people in town because they spoke French at home and only ignorant trash spoke French at home (this was in an era of American history where forced Anglo-ization was the rule, whether talking about Cajuns or Apaches). He seemed to feel their father was abusive, forcing them to play the fiddle from an early age, and he was always whining that Doug couldn't sing and the only reason he got recorded was because his father had forced him to play the fiddle from such an early age, but my father was not exactly a dispassionate observer. My impression was that he hated their guts. Maybe because they made it big and my father was a serial loser whose nickname in the town, I found out from another schoolmate of his years later, was "Bozo" because everybody considered him a clown.
Yeah, those small towns can be cruel, cruel places. At least the big city is merely disinterested, not deliberately cruel.
Doug's problems of the 1970's and early 1980's don't surprise me. They're similar to the problems my own father had in those years for much the same reason. Like I said, those small towns can be cruel. I'm glad to hear that he managed to get his life together and seems to have achieved at least some measure of happiness. My own father, sadly, was never able to do that, which probably is why he went to the grave at a relatively early age.
- Badtux the Cajun Penguin
doug has always been a favorite of mine. some of his schtick is cheap theatrics but he once, at a party in one of the l.a. canyons, grabbed up my fiddle to lay into some music and totally shredded both of my bows in a matter of minutes. he really doesn't know any other way to play. one of the most killer moments in performance that i have ever been involved with happened at harrah's reno (this is back when bill harrah was still alive, well, and married to bobby gentry). knowing that bill harrah and bobby were going to be in the audience that night doug wanted to do something outrageous. he got with the rest of the band and figured out that every single player was capable of at least faking the chorus to orange blossom special in a reasonable fashion. come the blow off number of the encores he launches into it. one, by one, we would put down the instruments we had been playing, pick up a fiddle and join doug center stage. at the end there were seven fiddlers, dancing around, egging the audience on, playing "orange blossom special" at a whithering breakneck pace. they had to but doug on i.v. fluids backstage. while they were hooking it up we could still hear the audience screaming for more. bobby came backstage right away. she saw the condition that doug was in and went to the couch. she reached for his face to caress his cheek. he took her hand and kissed it.
bill came in, saw the whole thing, and upgraded the band's rooms to suites with comped room service.
the lesson from kershaw?
never take anything back to the green room that you can leave on the stage for the audience.
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