And now is something completely different…
This is the real stuff, folks. The most honest, sincere and trustworthy genre, the soul of a man, the devil’s gift. It ain't nothin' but a good man feelin' bad. It’s the blues.
We are not Wikipedia, so I will not dwell on biographies and discographies. Each name will be a link and you’ll find much and many more, if you want to. The songs selected especially to support the deadly flavor in here.
This first personality is more known as a producer of good music. Sometimes it’s “deadly” (see below), sometimes – not (see Raising Sand by Robert Plant and Alison Krauss), but his own True False Identity album is the best release of 2006. And you take my word for it. T Bone Burnett
and his modern white man blues in its best reincarnation:
There Would Be Hell to Pay
The other white blues player is known for everyone. Although not everyone reckons him a Blues man. Eric Clapton
has his style, acknowledged by the black brothers, but I tend to believe, that no white man can really play the Delta blues. Clapton’s complete album – Me and Mr. Johnson is a tribute to Robert Johnson
. The blues man who sold his soul to the Devil. There are only two photos of him, by the way, but his songs for Americans are, I guess, like Kalinka-Malinka for Russians – easily recognizable and immediately identifiable. If you know what I mean, you should remember They’re Red Hot (performed by RHCHP) or Come On In My Kitchen. Here is another Robert’s (and the Devil's) blues, performed by Clapton.
Strangely a Johnson was the black blues player guy met by Ulysses Everett McGill and Co. in a perfect movie by the Coen brothers – O Brother, Where Art Thou? – on their Odyssey in quest of unknown treasure. The movie soundtrack is produced, by chance, by T Bone Burnett. In fact it was the other Johson – Tommy Johnson
, another soul-to-devil trader (no suitable photos of him for this reason).
Next guy is himself a legend. More of a folk’a’country style, but his recent album (I was sure he’s dead!) – A Stranger Here - sings the real blues. The way Ramblin' Jack Elliot
plays this song by Reverend Gary Davies
makes you believe that Death don’t have vacation, really… but blues men somehow cheated him… and the Devil as well.
And now – the King, rather the Ace. B. B. King
. His One Kind Favor is a luxury compilation of blues classics (produced by T Bone Burnett… again!) The opening song by Blind Lemon Jefferson
– the Texas style – should be put on vote to become a hymn of this cozy community.
See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
P.S. John Lee Hooker
’s Don't Look Back album is worth listening to as well, even for those who think of old blues as of old fashioned clumsy sound – the sound is perfect.The blues makers, mentioned above: