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On Sundays I listen to a radio programme on the Blues. I like this music, and tonight they featured Muddy Waters. This week saw the 96th anniversary of his birth year. Muddy passed from this life, however, in 1983. I'm sure wherever he is, he is still the king of the Blues. ♥ "McKinley Morganfield (April 4, 1913 – April 30, 1983), better known as Muddy Waters, was an American blues musician and is generally considered 'the Father of Chicago blues'. He is also the actual father of blues musicians Big Bill Morganfield and Larry 'Mud Morganfield' Williams. Considered one of the greatest bluesmen of all time, Muddy Waters was a huge inspiration for the British beat explosion in the 1960s and considered by many to be one of the most influential artists of the twentieth century. In 2004 Waters was ranked #17 in Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time." [Source] Here is one of my favourites: 'Hoochoe Coochie Man' as performed by Muddy at the Newport Jazz Festival in 1960. >>Watch Video | ||||||||||
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 >>Video: 'Ya Got Trouble' This morning my friend Richard [suckassery] asked me what my reference to 'trouble in River City' meant, and it occurred to me that this famous song from an old broadway musical that my mum used to adore was so old as to be unfamiliar to the vast majority of melo-ers. When I found a youtube video of the song [tinyurl], I thought I would post it. It is a musical lecture on the perils of pool playing by the so-called Professor Harold Hill, a con man extraordinaire. I hope you will give the video a listen. Its setting is around the turn of the last century when people were more innocent and gullible so that a travelling salesman had the ability to whip up a frenzy of fear concerning their young boys developing a degrading POOL ADDICTION! 'The Music Man is a musical with book, music, and lyrics by Meredith Willson. The show is based on a story by Willson and Franklin Lacey. The plot concerns con man Harold Hill, who poses as a boys' band organizer and leader and sells band instruments and uniforms to naive townsfolk before skipping town with the cash. In River City, Iowa, prim Marian the librarian sees through him, but when Hill helps her younger brother, Marian begins to fall in love with Harold. Harold, in turn falling for Marian, risks being caught to win her. In 1957, the show became a hit on Broadway, winning five Tony Awards, including Best Musical, and running for 1,375 performances. The cast album won the first Grammy Award for "Best Original Cast Album". The show's success led to revivals and a popular 1962 film adaptation. It is still frequently produced by both professional and amateur theater companies.' Wikipedia | ||||||||||
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Several years ago before MP3.com became so commercial, they used to offer you streaming music for free of some really fantastic artists. You could listen to it for hours. One artist who really moved me was an ambient styled musician named Sami Takieddin. I often ask about him in the music stores, but I never find anyone familiar with his work. But I have located some videos on the net. Here is one of his compositions presented by, I assume, his brother. Within this one video, there are two versions. I think it is very beautiful. Because the url is so long, I have shortened it with tinyurl. I also have a programme that downloads youtube videos if you would like it. Click the link below the picture to listen and watch. >>Naseem plays Sami's hit | ||||||||||
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Independent.ie Saturday March 14 2009 They say you know you're getting older when you notice how young the guards look. Similarly, in music, nothing shows up the generation gap more than one's approach to new technology. When vinyl found itself outmanoeuvred by the shiny plastic charms of compact discs in the mid-'80s, some music-lovers lamented the demise of the needle, and the damage done by the new digital age of laser-guided melody. Where was the static that gave vinyl recordings so much of their personality, wondered the phonograph fanatics. It had become just a handful of dust. Now the unstoppable rise of the MP3 has widened the gap still further, so it's the turn of the CD to feel like Cinderella's arthritic granny, while anyone still waxing on about the 'v' word seems, like, so last millennium. Get with the format! ( >>Read on ) | ||||||||||
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By Steve Marinucci Examiner.com February 24, 2009  He was the only Beatle with two birthdays. It was commonly thought to be Feb. 25th until he told an interviewer it was the 24th. That was thought to be a typical George Harrison bit of humor, but the evidence points to the 25th. He was called the Quiet Beatle, but a better label would have been the Unknown Beatle. For most of his career during the lifespan of the group, his songs were pretty much in the background of the Lennon-McCartney superduo. Until they couldn't be ignored. Frank Sinatra called 'Something' "the best love song ever written," but was known to credit the song to Lennon and McCartney. Ah, that's life. Sinatra also gave the song a little Hoboken touch. "You stick around, Jack, it might show," he'd sing. Harrison's songs during the Beatle years started out quietly. "Don't Bother Me," from the "Meet the Beatles" album, was almost childlike and simple. But he started improving right away. "I Need You" showed increasing lyrical complexity. "It's All Too Much" showed how much he'd developed as a composer. "Only a Northern Song" and "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" showed he'd really blossomed as a lyric writer. But "Abbey Road was his crown jewel. Besides "Something," he had the also wonderful "Here Comes the Sun" on that album. But many of his songs had been lost in the mix during the Beatle years. He probably surprised a lot of people with the size -- three albums -- of "All Things Must Pass." He was making up for lost time. His solo albums ran the gamut from electronic experimentation to Indian music to rock 'n' roll. My personal favorites are "All Things Must Pass," "George Harrison," "Cloud Nine" and "Brainwashed," but George really didn't have a huge quality drop on his solo albums. Some were better than others, but they were all good. George Harrison would have been 66 in 2009. Actually, to talk of him in the past doesn't seem right. His spirit is still here. His spiritualism is still here, too. Happy birthday, George. We'll think of you today ... while our guitars gently weep. | ||||||||||
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A friend on another website has posted a beautiful video song for me on his journal. Please go and take a listen. I think you will be glad you did. :) 'Wander My Friends' | ||||||||||
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 Watch videoYou got a lotta nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning You got a lotta nerve To say you gota helping hand to lend You just want to be on The side that's winning You say I let you down You know it's not like that If you're so hurt Why then don't you show it You say you lost your faith But that's not where it's at You had no faith to lose And you know it I know the reason That you talk behind my back I used to be among the crowd You're in with Do you take me for such a fool To think I'd make contact With the one who tries to hide What he don't know to begin with You see me on the street You always act surprised You say, "How are you?" "Good luck" But you don't mean it When you know as well as me You'd rather see me paralyzed Why don't you just come out once And scream it No, I do not feel that good When I see the heartbreaks you embrace If I was a master thief Perhaps I'd rob them And now I know you're dissatisfied With your position and your place Don't you understand It's not my problem I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes And just for that one moment I could be you Yes, I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes You'd know what a drag it is To see you --Bob Dylan | ||||||||||
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 Listen to Dylan 'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved. Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail, Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair. She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed. Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love. Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn? "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose. I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine. If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." | ||||||||||
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