Third Degree Blues Part 1
I am a one-man garage-blues-inspired-rock-jazz-folk band from Kickapoo, Illinois! Razzle Dazzle em' & they'll never catch wise! Brown-Eyed Soul-Blues
No details. Said to be from Little Egypt, Illinois. Proficient-esque-ish on guitar, acoustical kazoo, DIY One-String Diddley Bow, rhythm, foot-tappin', foot-stompin', foot-tambo'in', whoopin, hollerin', howlin', and Mississippi saxophone.
Story behind the song
Don't die 'til you're dead.--Mississippi John Hurt
This is the soundtrack to any sporting event/any fight that involves a ring and-or a belt/drivin' down the road late at night/mowin' the lawn/any backwoods revival/campfire sing-a-longs/and makin' sweet lub down by the fire fo' sho' !!!
THIS WEEK'S HIT!
JAZZBO, THE DANDY WONDER SANGSTER !!!
Souped up, swamp-stomp time, Y'all!
Written, Story-Boarded, and Created by The Jelly Lord, Sir Jazzbo Jamerson III
Also Featuring Quick Draw McGraw III
Produced by Hardin"Hop"Wilson III
Co-Produced by Willie"The Lion" Smith III
Engineered by Pow Wow Smith III
Co-Engineered by El Kabong III
Mixed by Mighty Joe Young III
Re-Mixed by Cobra Joe III, The Jelly Roll King
Tin Pan Alley, baby, must be your home, when it ain't nothin' down there, honey, but blood and bones - Curtis Jones, Tin Pan Alley
Black gal, black gal, what makes your head so hard? Like a two by four, in some lumber yard - Joe Pullum, song of the same name
Oh, hell is deep, and hell is wide,
Ain't got no bottom, ain't got no side.
It's a feelin' -- a great feelin' a person has. When you get ahold of a guitar and get to singing blues, you ... forget about that terrible feelin', and you can suddenly revive and you can overcome. - John Jackson
Papa Muddy Waters invented electricity!!
If, after the first twenty minutes, you don't know who the sucker at the table is, it's you. David Levien and Brian Koppelman, Rounders
There's one thing about this woman that I don't understand. Always go to bed with a icepick in her hand. - Brownie McGhee, Dealing With the Devil
Willie Brown: Meet Blind Dog Fulton. The one and only Willie Brown. You have found your man.
Eugene Martone: Aw, this GREAT, this is great! Listen, I know I'm not Robert Johnson, I...
Willie Brown: [interrupting] No, you AIN'T. You ain't even the beginning of a pimple on the "Late Great" Robert Johnson's ass! You might have a little bit of lightning in you, but you're missing everything else.
Eugene Martone: Hey Willie, look at this hat. All I need is a Mississippi string tie and I'm ready to roll!
Willie Brown: Yeah, you need a lot more than THAT.
Scratch's Assistant: Ain't got no chance Blind Dog. You SOLD your soul. You goin' down, all the way down. Hell hounds on your trail, boy, hell hounds on your trail.
Eugene Martone: Where and when for this thing?
Scratch: Ohh, I can get us there real quick... Jack Butler's gonna like you.
I'm long and tall, like a cannonball - Willie Baker, No No Blues
CURES ALL ACHES AND PAINS !!!
Lyrics
Not the lyrics to this cut, but some of my favorite lyrics:
Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
Oh, a hundred floors above me in the Tower of Song
I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song
So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah, they don't let a woman kill you, not in the Tower of Song
Now, you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song
I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again
Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back
They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song
Yeah, my friends are gone and my hair is gray
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song
