Forgot to mention:
Listening to Albert King, I can hear a LOT of what Stevie Ray Vaughn must have drawn on for inspiration as he developed his raw blues edge. I know everybody is influenced by what came before -- it's just neat to go back now and then and hear different things in the same great classic blues music. The music hasn't changed, but who it has inspired continues to grow. |
A favorite of mine by Skip James but I've heard this one played by a Mongolian group using traditional instruments and throat singing. Amazing how well it crossed over.
Hard time here and everywhere you go Times is harder than ever been before And the people are driftin' from door to door Can't find no heaven, I don't care where they go Hear me tell you people, just before I go These hard times will kill you just dry long so Well, you hear me singin' my lonesome song These hard times can last us so very long If I ever get off this killin' floor I'll never get down this low no more No-no, no-no, I'll never get down this low no more And you say you had money, you better be sure 'Cause these hard times will drive you from door to door Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more Hard times will drive you from door to door |
I love Booker White's guitar playing on this one.
I was over in Aberdeen On my way to New Orlean I was over in Aberdeen On my way to New Orlean Them Aberdeen women told me Will buy my gasoline Hey, two little women That I ain't ever seen They has two little women That I ain't never seen These two little women Just from New Orlean Ooh, sittin' down in Aberdeen With New Orlean on my mind I'm sittin' down in Aberdeen With New Orlean on my mind Well, I believe them Aberdeen women Gonna make me lose my mind, yeah Aber-deen is my home But the mens don't want me around Aberdeen is my home But the men don't want me around They know I will take these women An take them outta town Listen, you Aberdeen women You know I ain't got no dime Oh-oh listen you women You know'd I ain't got no dime They been had the po' boy All up and down. |
Sometimes I come across stuff that I don't even know what it's called, just that it grabs me and I want more.
Anyone know who this is? Why are you so scared and creeping around, taking photographs all over town, pictures in the dark that live in the light, the world is my playground too and I’ll do what I like. Why are you so scared of falling apart, intimidating me for falling apart, stay on your knees with your cross and don’t tell me you know so, the world is my playground too and I refuse to follow. Fly with me falling through the night, fly with me falling out of sight, find me hold me in your arms, ‘cos I’m scared of their controlling crowds. keep me calm, ‘cos I’m scared of their controlling crowds. here they come. Why are we so obscure and creeping around, hiding from mirrors and screens all over town, objects disturbing blinding taking the peace in me, the world is my kingdom too and I'll feel what I like in me. Killing my heart I can’t face I can’t face no more [x8] the world is my playground too I can’t feel anymore. Fly with me falling through the night, fly with me falling out of sight, find me hold me in your arms, ‘cos I’m scared of their controlling crowds. keep me calm, ‘cos I’m scared of their controlling crowds. here they come. Why are we so cold and breaking apart, caught up in this storm just breaking apart, pictures and colours I loved but don’t see anymore, the world is my playground too I don’t feel anymore, why are you so adored, ‘cos I’m scared of their controlling crowds. here they come. |
Happy Happy New Year New Year.
A quick search pulls up a song entitled "Controlling Crowds" by a trip hop (look it up) progressive and alternative British band band Named Archive in 2009. |
You know hard time is just an old friend, just an old friend to me
I say hard time is just an old friend, just an old friend to me Tell me now, old friend, when you gonna let me be? Can't you feel a cold wind howlin' down, blowin' my song Can't you feel a cold wind howlin' down, blowin' my song Well, I ain't an old man, but you know my time ain't long Gonna be a hard rain - you can hear it in the distance, sounds so near Gonna be a hard rain - you can hear it in the distance, sounds so near People, when the rain comes, it's gonna wash us all away from here Mean old woman, people won't you tell me where can she be Mean old woman, people won't you tell me where can she be She's the only woman that ever meant a damn to me You know hard time is just an old friend, just an old friend to me I say hard time is just an old friend, just an old friend to me Tell me now, old friend, when you gonna let me be? Tell me now, old friend, when you gonna let me be? Tell me now, old friend, when you gonna let this poor man be? |
Never heard this one as I am not a fan of the Gregg Allman style of anything. It is just misbalanced. Do they even tour as "the Allman Brothers" anymore?
Duane's guitar style completed that band. There were others quite talented as evidenced by their music, but he was so fluid and flowing that i just get lost in his playing. It draws you in. Cool lyrics though |
I actually like a lot of what the Allman family has put out there, the long jams are fun for me but this song came from "hittin' the note" which is somewhat of a departure for the brand. On this album the songs are all blues and regrets of life choices on the road played in the classic Allman Bros style. Honestly it sounds to me like he's finally realized he's lost everyone dear to him because of the way they lived and partied with their fame and fortune and now he wants to warn others not to repeat the same mistakes. Gets a little redundant after the 3rd or 4th song. Unlike the others on that album this particular song is done acoustically on a resonator guitar and sounds so much like the old Delta Blues that I just fell in love with it.
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