being the confessions of a recovering hillwalker
Bugger the Tarps. Where is the smut?
Smut, Andrew, is in the ear of the beholder.
"Easy" Blues. Excellent. I should be able to learn to play it just like that by the end of tonight then.:0)
Assuming you've mastered that, I'll post something a bit more demanding next week.
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Great music there. First time I've heard the Tampa Red. Smut, maybe. Reminiscent of that master of the single entendre, Bo Carter. Used to manage that stumbling run on Diddy, thanks to m Grossman. And wasn't Ian McG simply great. Sadly gone. Cut my teeth on the JH stuff, like many. I played this over in Portland OR with a friend, Mary Flower. She complained, indignant and insistant that I was picking it way too fast. Eventually she pulled out her copy of the old Vanguard Double vinyl and agreed that he did play it a fair lick. Forgot to suggest she listen to the 28 sessions! She'd have been shocked but silenced!
Agree that the 1928 MJH sessions were defintive, but he could still play a bit when "rediscovered" and had a well deserved second caareer. unlike , say, Son House and Skip James who had lost it a bit by the sixties
Saw John Martyn play with Danny Thompson in Glasgow about the time "Sunday's Child" album came out so he was still playing a lot off "Solid Air" - one of the best gigs ever! Never seen so many toilet breaks in a gig though (lol) - I think they drank their way big time through that tour.Saw probably his last gig in the Concert Hall - to rapturous applause - but he was WELL past it - could hardly reach the strings of his guitar he was so fat. I think s***e would be a fair assessment of the quality on offer that night - really sad.
I was persuaded to go and see what's left of Peter Green in Gala about 10 years ago.Tragic - it was as entertaining as badger baiting.But Danny Thompson, eh - the great survivor. He must have a liver the size and consistency of Gibralter.