Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Gregory Blows A Cool Blues Riff




From the book
Mindfield
published by Thunder Mouth Press
(c) '89 ; by Gregory Corso
All Rights Reserved



AH… WELL

People…nobody loves them
not even people
Want of love
…no one owes anyone anything
Whosoever pays dues hasn’t
(I know of no collector)
They pay themselves
Those who demand respect
are seldom deserving
--not to show disrespect is enough—
People love only themselves
and not too well
Love for another
either in passion or compassion
stems from the heart’s desperate need
The universe is alone
and people are alone in it
The Pope doesn’t really love me
nor I he
Christ, his invisible love
I knew for a lover too
People bring on fear and pity
I fear human fragility
I pity coolies of humility
It’s always a bad day for someone
Pain, Death
The Big Lie of Life
The apothecarian earth blooms the poppy
at best

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Blues In The Key Of Kim A




From the book
What Is This Thing Called Love
Published by Norton
© 2004, by Kim Addonizio
All Rights Reserved



BLUES FOR ROBERT JOHNSON

Give me a pint of whiskey with a broken seal
Give me one more hour with a broken feel
I can’t sleep again and a black dog’s on my trail

You’re singing hell hound, crossroad, love in vain
You’re singing, and the black sky is playing rain
You’re stomping your feet, shaking the windowpane

I put my palm to the glass to get the cold
I drink the memories that scald
Drink to the loves that failed and failed

Look down into the river, I can see you there
Looking down into the blue light of a woman’s hair
Saying to her Baby dark gon’ catch me here

You’re buried in Mississippi under a stone
You’re buried and still singing under the ground
And the blues fell mama’s child, tore me all upside down




Kim Addonizio's latest novel:
"My Dreams Out In the Street"

Monday, April 21, 2008

Blues Week Continued





This is one of my favorite Rory Gallagher clips.
I get those chiller-dillers, up and down my spine.

My boy Rory can really do that to ya!


This video is definitely worth watching
all the way through, especially when Rory
makes a very slick move to whip out that
cold steel slide from his back pocket,
about halfway in. And also at the end,
when the legendary guitarist regales us
with a trip-shot of his signature
Mississippi S h r i e k s

And Now... The Mystical Harmonic Convergence Portal Takes Jack & Ginger Back... Back




The Graham Bond Organisation is notable in popular music history for jump-starting the careers of two future Cream members, bassist/singer Jack Bruce and drummer Ginger Baker. One song Bruce and Baker originally recorded with Bond, "Train Time," later wound up in the repertoire of Cream.

Later when blues and R&B scenes erupted on the British gig circuit, the Graham Bond Organisation became known for playing the most evil-sounding and dirty R&B heard in the UK. Other notable personnel included Jon Hiseman, John McLaughlin and Dick Heckstall-Smith. In a sense, Bond was a catalyst in the formation of British groups Cream and Colosseum, as members of those groups came from Bond's group.

Although highly influential within UK music circles, the GBO never experienced the popular chart success of their peers. One factor for this could have been Bond's rough, growling singing voice, which was an acquired taste. Another was the decided lack of conventional star appeal of the four members: Bond, Bruce, Baker, and saxophonist Dick Heckstall-Smith.




Awwww,

Where's that freaking Remote?

there... thank God, I found it!

ZZZZZZZT!

Sunday, April 20, 2008

It's Time To Make Time For The Blues




The Mississippi Sheiks were a loosely knit good-times blues group that grew out of the Family Band. They were one of the most popular Mississippi Delta based string bands of the 1920's and 1930's. They took their name from the Rudolph Valentino film "The Sheik". Several years after they began performing, the group recorded their first session in 1930. Over the next five years, they cut nearly 70s songs, which ranged from old-timey string songs to racy blues. Based in Jackson, Mississippi, during this time, the core of the group consisted of fiddler Lonnie Chatmon and guitarist Walter Vinson, with guitarists Bo Carter and Sam Chatmon joining the group frequently; both Carter and Sam also had successful solo careers, which occasionally prevented them from performing with the group. They were best known for "Sitting on Top of the World," a song recorded again by Howlin' Wolf in the 1950s.

And again, by a certain
blues-rock power trio
from Great Britain...


TO WIT
& Long-
Gevity!

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Juked




A poem of mine
featuring an Imaginary Porn Star
was recently picked up by the stellar
online magazine called JUKED.


Here is the linky:



Porn Star's Sunday Song

Saturday, April 12, 2008

People Who Died In '83






Recently, Thieves Jargon fiction editor Mark Baumer
asked me to contribute some writing for his brainchild
feature, called "People Who Died In '83"-- appearing
on the Everyday Yeah website.

Baumer instructed me to pick a person who passed away
in that year (1983) and write something about him / her .

I chose John Fante. This link
will take you to the resulting poem:


Bandini

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Unlikely




2 Tres Bizarro ;)
Tune in today or

Tomorrow

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Tuesday Confessional




not now please katie i have a headache


I get those
bad old blues
watching Matt
Lauer

with that look
like he always
so fresh
from the shower;

with his spider
legs crossed so’s
brogue shoes
point

as though
to accuse…

To accuse Tom Cruise!

I don’t blame
angry young Cruise
because Matt Lauer
sure enough

gives me the blues…

Lordy!
– Lordy!
I gots
to walk it
off

in Back Forty!


I’d rather face
a firing squad

than the Today Show.

I’d rather play Pin
Yada Yada Spinnaker
Asphyxia Bob for Apple Grape
Marmalade Charades at many
many, many Soporific
Barbecues

than suffer one single
hour of the Matt Lauer
Blues. Just the thought
of it is so frightening

me now must call on
Higher Power!—

Banish these Blues
that derive from Matt
Lauer!...


Oh, my
next yawn, liable to stop
the poor heart,

meanwhile at Barbecue
Matt calls a round
of Jarts.

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