Okay Piglets! Yesterday I promised you a surprise post and here it is: get ready for some serious musical instruction from my guitar instructor, Griff, over at the Blues Guitar Unleashed website.
Griff says:
This is old, been passed around for years… but for some folks it’s new and it’s funny as all get out (that’s the Missourian in me coming out. Sorry, I was born there.)
HOW TO SING THE BLUES by Lame Mango Washington (attributed to Memphis Earlene Gray with help from Uncle Plunky, revisions by Little Blind Patti D. and Dr. Stevie Franklin)
1. Most Blues begin, “Woke up this morning.”
2. “I got a good woman” is a bad way to begin the Blues, ‘less you stick something nasty in the next line, like ” I got a good woman, with the meanest face in town.”
3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat it. Then find something that rhymes … sort of: “Got a good woman – with the meanest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher – and she weigh 500 pound.”
4. The Blues are not about choice. You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in a ditch; ain’t no way out.
5. Blues cars: Chevys and Cadillacs and broken-down trucks. Blues don’t travel in Volvos, BMWs, or Sport Utility Vehicles. Most Blues transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound train. Jet aircraft an’ state-sponsored motor pools ain’t even in the running. Walkin’ plays a major part in the blues lifestyle. So does fixin’ to die.
6. Teenagers can’t sing the Blues. They ain’t fixin’ to die yet. Adults sing the Blues. In Blues, ” adulthood” means being old enough to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.
7. Blues can take place in New York City but not in Hawaii or any place in Canada. Hard times in St. Paul or Tucson is just depression. Chicago, St. Louis, and Kansas City still the best places to have the Blues. You cannot have the blues in any place that don’t get rain.
8. A man with male pattern baldness ain’t the blues. A woman with male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg cuz you skiing is not the blues. Breaking your leg cuz an alligator be chomping on it is.
9. You can’t have no Blues in an office or a shopping mall. The lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the dumpster.
10. Good places for the Blues: a. highway b. jailhouse c. empty bed d. bottom of a whiskey glass
Bad places: a. Ashrams b. gallery openings c. Ivy League institutions d. golf courses
11. No one will believe it’s the Blues if you wear a suit, ‘less you happen to be an old ethnic person, and you slept in it.
12. Do you have the right to sing the Blues? Yes, if:
a. you’re older than dirt
b. you’re blind
c. you shot a man in Memphis
d. you can’t be satisfied
No, if:
a. you have all your teeth
b. you were once blind but now can see
c. the man in Memphis lived.
d. you have a retirement plan or trust fund.
13. Blues is not a matter of color. It’s a matter of bad luck. Tiger Woods cannot sing the blues. Gary Coleman could. Ugly white people also got a leg up on the blues.
14. If you ask for water and Baby give you gasoline, it’s the Blues. Other acceptable Blues beverages are:
a. wine b. whiskey or bourbon c. muddy water d. black coffee
The following are NOT Blues beverages:
a. mixed drinks b. kosher wine c. Snapple d. sparkling water 15.
If it occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it’s a Blues death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way to die. So is the electric chair, substance abuse, and dying lonely on a broken down cot. You can’t have a Blues death if you die during a tennis match or getting liposuction.
16. Some Blues names for women:
a. Sadie
b. Big Mama
c. Bessie
d. Fat River Dumpling
17. Some Blues names for men:
a. Joe
b. Willie
c. Little Willie
d. Big Willie
18. Persons with names like Sierra, Sequoia, Auburn, and Rainbow can’t sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in Memphis.
19. Make your own Blues name (starter kit):
a. name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.)
b. first name (see above) plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, Kiwi,etc.)
c. last name of President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.)
For example, Blind Lime Jefferson, or Cripple Kiwi Fillmore, etc. (Well, maybe not “Kiwi.”)
20. I don’t care how tragic your life: you own a computer, you cannot sing the blues. You best destroy it. Fire, a spilled bottle of Mad Dog, or get out a shotgun. I don’t care.
I hope all you piglets get as much of a giggle out of it as I did when I first read it.
Theseustoo.
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Hope nobody minds… I’ve copied the first 5000 characters of this article and re-posted them over at Blues Guitar Unleashed; I thought the guys over there would all get a laugh out of it… of course, I left a link to the pigs in the same article, so they could read the rest. The BGU forum currently has over 2,000 members.
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Verse 1
Woke up this morning, and shot a man in Memphis
Woke up this morning, and shot a man in Memphis
Got a good woman – with the meanest face in town
Any takers for verse 2. All contributions must use the text from the article. This is a moderate beat blues in A, say an Allman Brothers style.
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Sorry can’t help myself
Verse 2
The shot man in Memphis woke up this morning
The shot man in Memphis woke up this morning
The town with the meanest face has got a good woman
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I wonder if shooting bass-players in Woodville counts?
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Verse 3
You can’t have the blues in any place that don’t get rain.
You can’t have the blues in any place that don’t get rain.
You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in a ditch; ain’t no way out.
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LOL asty. (D0n’t mind me HOO. I’m only jealous.)
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Okay then, ewes guys asked for it
Verse 4
Shot woman in Memphis woke with this meanest face
Shot woman in Memphis woke with this meanest face
This morning man got a good woman up in the town
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In my last band we did a slow blues in E. It’s the story of my life. It’s called Fat, Drunk and Stupid. Goes like this.
So when I was at high school
My teacher said to me
Fat, drunk and stupid boy
It ain’t the way to be but
See I’m really stupid
And that’s the way I’m gonna be
I’m fat, I’m drunk, I’m stupid
And that’s the way I’m gonna be
So I gave up drinking beer
I gave up drinking wine
I gave up drinking spirits
I’m sober all the time but deep down inside
I’m really stupid
And that’s the way I’m gonna be
I’m fat, I’m drunk, I’m stupid
And that’s the way I’m gonna be
So I went on a diet
I lost a lot of weight
Now I’m trim taut and terrific
I got no one to hate but
See I’m really stupid
And that’s the way I’m gonna be
I’m fat, I’m drunk, I’m stupid
And that’s the way I’m gonna be
Solo [Joe Chips on lead]
So I went to university
and got myself a degree
got myself a big job
and I am finally free but deep down inside
See I’m really stupid
And that’s the way I’m gonna be
I’m fat, I’m drunk, I’m stupid
And that’s the way I’m gonna be
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Is that yours Hung? I love it!
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I keep thinking of “Bad to The Bone”. I think your lyric fits the backing track.
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Yes ! So did I, Waz. BBBBBBBBaaaaaad.
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Yes, its mine WM. The guitarist in the band played a really nice blues theme throughout the song.
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Yeah, I reckon your right.
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I got just the riff for it, Hung… dunno what it’s called, but it’s kind of an upside-down ‘tore-down’ riff, ya know:
Da-da-da-da DA!
So when I was at high school
Da-da-da-da-DA!
My teacher said to me
Da-da-da-da-DA!
Fat, drunk and stupid boy
Da-da-da-da-DA!
It ain’t the way to be but… etc
If you get the idea… we could even give it a burl next week if you like… all I have to do is work out the turnaround and I think I’ve a pretty good idea how to do that too…
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Yeah, okay 🙂
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How about “Anaemic Nigel Farquhar-Evans”
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What kind of Evans, again ?
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Far quar…. 🙂
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Pigs Icon #3: the guitar
http://lehanramsay.blogspot.com/2010/10/pigs-icon-3-guitar.html
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Wonderful Lehan! Though I’d have preferred something like ‘Pigs Blues’… but the pun is within an acceptable and well-established piglet tradition…
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I loved the painting and the pun. Another Pink drink for Lehan, and, of course, Asty.
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It’s fixed.
http://lehanramsay.blogspot.com/2010/10/pigs-icon-3-guitar.html
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You’re messing with perfection Lehan. Oh well, can’t please all the people all the time.
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Wow! Thanks Lehan, but I gotta ask you, do you always take everything so literally? I can see I’ll have to watch what I say to you…
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I’d probably been thinking the same thing myself. I don’t always agree, I don’t always correct.
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What a beauty !
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Right on!
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Perfect Lehan.
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I thought my comment would be here under the wise words of Voice…
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Professor T
I’ve just returned from a dig in the archives at YouTube and discovered the following gem.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Hi4fHmtVh8
Only problem is this piece of “The Blues” seems more white bread that Tip Top hiFibre. I think it’s got something to do with Guy Mitchell’s shiny suit or that girl’s practiced indifference to Guy’s “bluesful” sentiments. I don’t think Guy Mitchell ever murdered anyone, in Memphis or elsewhere, so my question is, “Is Guy Mitchell’s version of “Singin’ The Blues” actually “Blues” or is he creating an aesthetic lie in creating an entirely appropriated and perverted piece that seeks to cover the “Blues” in white guy “smooth”. Like some pale spotty high school teenager’s emotional false consciousness that extracts the actual “Blues” from the piece and them stuffs the voids with moist white bread making it palatable to a less traveled and tested musical palate.
Can persistent anger and frustration be the “Blues? I’m just asking Professor.
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Waz, great find ! It led me to Gene Vincent as well – Be Bop A Lula – and then we’re off and running. I suppose it’s only minutes until we have an exposé on Frank Ifield, …… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVMzCcgAAkA&feature=related
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By a strange coincidenc, I’m just learning how to play ‘Be-Bop-a-Lula Emmjay… not as part of the blues course, but I periodically download a whole lot of lyrics and chords and see what I can do with ’em…
Hung doesn’t like ‘Be-Bop-a-Lula’ though… ”Bin there, done that…” he says. So I guess it won’t be appearing on the Burnside Refos repertoire… Pity… I like Gene Vincent.
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Such an exalted title can only be intened ironically… all the more so when I have to confess that as a ‘bluesman’ I’m a complete beginner… But I do understand that there are ‘The Blues’ and then there is what the white pop music industry turned them into…
However, in answer to your question, although persistant anger and frustration may be a significant part of the blues, the blues themselves have more to do with loss and regret… of course the former two often are the result of the latter, and this is where they come in I think…
But don’t quote me on it!
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For great ‘white-man’ blues, listen to early Fleetwood Mac (pre girls) or Cream.
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“Albatross” from “Pious Bird of Good Omen” when Peter Green was the guitarist is a deathless classic. He wrote the song and many others including “Black Magic Woman” which was part of securing the rise of an early Santana. Carlos Santana’s lyrical string bending playing style and the technical control he has over feedback and harmonic expression are highly reminiscent of Green’s playing. I think it was BB King said that Green was the only guitarist whose playing put him in a cold sweat. Green was another of the seemingly endless alumni of John Mayall & The Bluesbreakers, along with Eric Clapton and Jimmy Paige, just so you get the idea of Green’s importance to guitarists. His influence over musicians is often cited though the public these days are less aware of him.
Sad about Peter Green though. Drugs and indulgence did for the poor bugger like so many others. He slipped into schizophrenia, had several rounds of ECT, these days he’s said that the drugs he has to take to stabilise his LSD induced problems sap his will to play guitar and he’s not really been able to do much more than just hold it together for most of his life.
While other early shooting stars died of their drug mis-steps and entered the pantheon of cool dead stars like Morrison, Hendrix and Joplin, Green lived and that might have been the tragedy of his life except that he has displayed what can only be described as an indomitable spirit to play and keep going. These days he gets by with a little help from his friends, he still tours and plays regularly.
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I think the bad members finally chucked him out when he tried to give away all of their income, in a psychotic haze. For some people a single dose of LSD will trigger severe, recalcitrant psychosis, I think Green may have been in this group.
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Hmm… reck’n I could handle ‘Albatross’ if I could find the tab for it… not good enough yet to be able to work it out myself.
I may just check out Chordie.com a bit later; for now I’m off out to pick up the final episode of ‘I Claudius’…
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You ARE kidding, aren’t you Warrigal? Of course it isn’t Blues. It’s a catchy pop song of it’s era that references Blues. It’s not even pretending to be Blues.
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Well as usual you’ve cut to the heart of my Guy Mitchell sham, but it was The Bonzo Dog DooDah Band that asked,
“Can Blue Men Sing The Whites”
Oh Lord, wish my bed wasn’t silken sheets so tight
I got to keep my strength up got to do a show tonight
I’ll have a cup of coffee while I’m taking in the news
No need to have a shave ’cause I’m gonna sing the blues
Well, I think I’ll get a massage, maybe lose a little fat
So I’ll have to go downtown in my brand new Cadillac
My valet comes and dresses me, I light a big cigar
Because I like to look like Nimrod when I’m riding in my car
Can blue men sing the whites
Or are they hypocrites for singing, woo, woo, wooh?
And now it’s getting near the time, I gotta make the scene
I change out my dark gray mohair suit put on my dirty jeans
The band comes round to pick me up, I holler, “Hello, boys”
I gotta mess my hair up, I’m gonna make some noise brrr
Can blue men sing the whites
Or are they hypocrites for singing woo, woo, wooh?
Oh Lord, somebody help me.
But for sheer chutzpah I like Joe Walsh’s “Life’s Been Good So Far.”
I have a mansion forget the price
Ain’t never been there they tell me it’s nice
I live in hotels tear out the walls
I have accountants pay for it all
They say I’m crazy but I have a good time
I’m just looking for clues at the scene of the crime
Life’s been good to me so far
My Maserati does 185
I lost my license now I don’t drive
I have a limo, ride in the back
I lock the doors in case I’m attacked
I’m making records my fans they can’t wait
They write me letters tell me I’m great
So I got me an office called “Records On The Wall”
Just leave a message maybe I’ll call
Lucky I’m sane after all I’ve been through
Everybody says I’m cool (He’s cool)
I can’t complain but sometimes I still do
Life’s been good to me so far
I go to parties sometimes until four
It’s hard to leave when you can’t find the door
It’s tough to handle this fortune and fame
Everybody’s so different I haven’t changed
They say I’m lazy but it takes all my time
Everybody says Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
I keep on going guess I’ll never know why
Life’s been good to me so far.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5l083VYKmI
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Oh, WARRIGAL! Love those final lyrics, but that Bonzo Dog Band track is TOTALLY GORGEOUS in every way. You have brightened my (working) day. May atomou’s ancient Greek gods totally ignore you (this is a wish of goodness if you stop to think about it).
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Here’s a link to “Albatross” just for you Bella Voce. I particularly like the two Les Pauls playing in unison while the Strat does the bottleneck countercall.
I just love this track.
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Since my Baby Let Me.
I’ve found a New Pace to Dwell.
It’s down the Hem of Lonely Speak
At Smoke Break Hotel.
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You’ve got my number Warrigal. That is beautiful. Calm. I also like to listen to Bach Lute Suites for that effect. Lovely to go to sleep to. My father said that’s ALL Bach is good for, but hey.
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Warrigal, it’s all in the air I think …
We were in a huge Freedom shop yesterday looking for some suitable shelves for our ‘office’, when this ‘Singin’ The Blues’ song came on…Gez got all exited and wanted me to listen. After all this is the song that he used to sing to the grandsons; he used to put his pink satin shorts on, and his feet in special dancing stilettos and dance to their great hilarity and embarassement…
When the three boys get together, they can’t stop giggling about ‘when Opa sang the blues’…
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See Helvi, EVERYONE loves the blues!
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Sorry H. It’s taken me this long to compose myself after “seeing” G in tight pink satin shorts and stilettos.
I know the Dutch are a liberal people but I’m concerned that being so dressed and singing Guy Mitchell songs to the grandchildren may, in certain jurisdictions, rise to the level of abuse.
But then as I think back a friend of mine was want to attend the Sleaze Ball each year and his outfit, the same each year, included a pair of very tight apple green vinyl shorts with tearaway velcro seams. Indeed I have a picture of him lying wasted in Moore Park with only his microshorts to maintain his modesty while a light rain drizzled over him. The velcro seams had loosened somewhat, seemingly confirming what any passer by could have seen; that he was nuts!
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So sorry Warrigal if my little post chased you away from The Pigs; I just never know with you prudish Angloes…
See, I’m still struggling with your overly bloody images on the Beauty Salon thread,and for the second time, mind you…
We Scandinavians prefer even the most ordinary sex to violence…oh, well, the twaines shall never meet 🙂
PS. I never said the that Gerard’s satin shorts were tight, plenty of ball room for a liberal Dutchman there…
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In case anyone’s wondering, my new guitar looks identical to the one in the picture!
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It’s a beautiful axe, T2. I quite like the hollow-body kinds, myself. Cherry is good. So is sunburst. I have heard that Gibsons have a very satisfying neck feel. Can’t say I’ve ever felt one.
Have to run. Foodge says he wants to lay down some blues. Something about killing a parking inspector in Dapto, just to watch him die. He went to book my Zephyr – Foodge cannot tell a lie.
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It’s peculiar, Emm, but the neck on my Gibson is actually noticably broader than the neck on my Ibanez. Now the Ibanez feels great and plays beautifully, especially for an accoustic; the neck has more the feel of an electric guitar’s neck. But Gibson do say the neck on the SG is the fastest neck on the planet and a lot of guitarists would go along with that.
Me… I’m not a fast enough guitarist yet to be able to properly appreciate the ‘speed’ of the neck, but the extra width seems to invite a LOT of vibrato… even when playing chords.
Mate, what can I say… the Gibson IS a beautiful axe… I saw a customized 1967 SG in a music shop for $12,999 just last week!
But that kinda thing’s getting a bit extravagant if you ask me…
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His mother should have told him to always be a good boy.
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Hmmm, she probably forgot to tell him never to play with guns too Voice…
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I heard an interview with one of the old bluesmen, back in the 60’s. He said. “If youse ole clapping yo hands, it aint the blues. If youse ole stamping yo feet, yo aint listenin’ to the blues. Yo aint got the blues ’til everyone yo love, and everyone yo thought loved yo, turned their backs on yo, and threw yo outta dat lovin’ home.”
Quite specific, don’t you think?
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You know, you don’t have to have the blues to play the blues, Big M… but now you’ve given me a definition, I think I have the blues…
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I keep thinking since I met youse of the bloke in a nightclub where I worked who told me the story how he met a bloke in a Sydney bar who was hospitable (whose full name he didn’t properly catch) and who later after a social get-together at his place sang him a song he said he wrote and what did my acquaintance think of it, who told him it was a truly great song and would be really truly great when the composer found someone to sing it…Bad Habits. Hohohohoho. We, my acquaintance and I sharing that moment, agreed as we guffawed about the blues that we usually say the dumbest things when we would have preferred not.
I cannot understand number 6 is included in the list above, otherwise I wrote a Blues number for you and it got gobbled up by my computer or yours. 😦
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I felt blue about that.
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‘I cannot understand number 6’
I think it means that teenage angst isn’t ‘the blues’… Where did you post the blues number you wrote for me? I’d like to see it…
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It disappeared, my blues. It left me. I activated ‘Comment’. Pwffffft. Gone. I did not write it down. It was live performance. I got the existential blues. Later I will try and write it again. I am encouraged asty, you want to see it. You might read it. The optimistic idea sets them blues on the run. 🙂
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Asty, hello again and yo’all, I got to and rewrote the lost blues I wrote the lyric for and then I found I had started to get the hang so to speak of the rhythm and the style, the spare lean and throughly draggin’ self to the centrestage of blues, so I think tightened it up somewhat even. I am very excited about this. Here it is.
Great Southland Blues… No ifs or buts about it/I got shot grangrened and necrosed/Now my love (pause) baby (hesitate) don’ remember me/I’m flying south out this Great SouthLand Blues /Only Tassie left to go.
signed if you like in person send a few bucks for the train, sandshoe. 🙂
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The Southern Air Route Blues.
No ifs or buts about it
I’m indisposed near necrosed
Surely as my love (pause) baby (hesitate) must fly
(via this dumpster)
Great Southern (Dump End of the Country) Air-r-r-r.
There’s only beautiful Tassie left to go-o-o-o
And they don’t fly there y-e-t-t-t-t (I’ve got the blues).
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In my defence I was not even drunk but I did rewrite this lousy piece as you will see above retitled Great Southland Blues.
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Hmmm well, I can see some bluesy ideas Sandshoe, but I don’t think it quite scans into a twelve-bar, 1,4,5 progression… maybe needs a bit more work…
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O that is so great you got the bluesy ideas out of it Asty. (Teeeheeeheee)
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Oh sure! Some great bluesy ideas… but it ain’t a song yet:
Your ‘lyric’ looks a lot like something a bluesman scribbled down on a used yiros-wrapper after a night on the Jack Daniels or a cask of cheap red plonk, that he picks up the next morning and, through his burgeoning hangover, thinks, “Now, what the FUCK was I thinking… there’s an idea for a song in there somewhere…” and then, puzzled and intrigued, picks up his guitar and another bottle of Jack, or what’s left in the silver bladder, and noodles away, experimenting with riffs, runs and turnarounds; figuring out where to put the seventh…finding the ‘hook’… culling a word here; adding a line there; adjusting rhyme and metre… until suddenly there is a song…
But as it stands it’s just a set of bluesy ideas… intriguing though it is even as such! I think we (the audience) really need to hear your pain much more; you need to be more specific about why you have the Great Southern Air-Tasmania blues… Have you killed a man in Memphis and are escaping on Gt Sthn only to discover that the Mounties (the guy you killed in Memphis was Canadian), working together with Interpol, have got to Tasmania ahead of you?
Or are you a once-rich Tasmanian pulp-mill owner reduced to selling newspapers on the streets to passersby as a result of green victories in the forests, whose ‘love-baby’ must thus perforce fly the cheapest airline regardless of danger and the increased risk of accident AND terrorism?
The connection with the dump seems like a good idea, but doesn’t seem to go anywhere…
See… the blues has gotta tell a story… if you listen to good blues, it tells you a story even when it’s only a solo guitar, accoustic OR electric! Sometimes it’s not so much a story as an argument… or a discussion…
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W-W-WOKE up this MORN’n
CAT was on my BED
DISHes on the KITchen BENCH
And LETters left unREAD
So I SHOT a MAN in MEMphis
But STILL (pause) wasn’t satisFIIIIIIIIED
The LIGHT is growing DIMmer
And my comPUter chips are FRIIIIIIED.
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Begging your pardon all.
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ROTFLOL! Brilliant Voice!
Hey Voice, maybe you could write lyrics for me? You seem to have the blues patois down! Do you mind if I post the above little ditty on the BGU forum? I know it would give a lot of the wannabe blues lyricists a giggle!
I see it as a slow blues in E…? (Blind Melon Chitlin style…)
Wonder if it would fit to ‘Hideaway Blues’… Hmmm… Reckon we need at least another stanza though…
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Don’t think I could write lyrics to order T2. Just never can tell when the muse is going to strike. Have to be true to My Art. 🙂 🙂 🙂
But if the topic caught my fancy … my fancy is highly unpredictable though.
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Oh well! There goes another million-dollar idea!
No worries Voice… I understand the nature of true art…
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I loved the blues, T2 – right up until I found out that if you play a blues record backwards, your dog comes back to life ( good) but you also get the woman who left you back (could be a problem).
I once drank my may through a pub crawl spanning 8 bars. I call it the 8 bar blues.
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Been doing a lot of 12-bar blues lately, Mike! (Actually they can be anywhere between about 11 and 17… so I stopped counting the bars!)
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I stopped counting the drinks too.
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Fortunately, I was only talking about musical bars…
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I suppose if you play a blues record backwards, you’d probably end up on the wagon!
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Anyway, where did you find a vynil spinner that goes backwards?
Even if you found one that went backwards you wouldn’t have to play it backwards… And considering the kind of women bluesmen write about in their songs, it’s probably much safer not to play them backwards…
And now I’m going to be very good and refrain from the obvious line about ejecting after the dog came back… There! Wasn’t that good of me!
Talk about self-control!
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On the brighter side, the guy who stole your pickup truck brings it back – and it has fewer miles on the clock. That can’t be so bad !
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