Blues that bobs your head

Al compás del mundo - programa #154, 11-14-24, blues
Run List

01 Jaydee Short - Barefoot Blues

02 BB King - Fishin' After Me

03 Junior Wells - Little by Little

04 Johnny Shines Blues Band - Dynaflow Blues

05 Harmon Ray - Sleepin' by Myself

06 Muddy Waters - Trouble No More

07 James Cotton - West Helena Blues

08 Arbee Stidham - Mr. Commissioner

09 J.B. Hutto and the Hawks - Dust My Broom

10 Otis Rush - My Love Will Never Die [Shown Top of Page]

11 Dudlow and Peck Curtis - 44 Blues

12 Little Milton – Satisfied

13 Frankie Lee Sims - She Likes to Boogie Real Low

14 Baby Face Leroy - My Head Can't Rest Anymore

15 Lowell Fulsom - Low Society

16 Buddy Guy - Leave My Girl Alone

17 Gus Jenkins - Florida Hurricane

18 Walter Horton - What's The Matter with You

19 Robert Pete Williams - Two Wings

Here on Al compas del mundo it’s another blues show and I’m running out of things to say about the blues. Other than BB King wishes he was a catfish [directly above] so that he’d have all those pretty women fishing after him; Harmon Ray’s awfully sick of sleeping by himself; and Arbee Stidham feels the need to advise Mr. Commissioner that breaking up the numbers racket in his district is going to make a whole lot of poor people even poorer. Maybe it’s better to let the musicians speak for themselves. The meaning of the blues is: James Cotton declaring West Helena, Arkansas, where his girlfriend lives, “ain’t nothing but a murder zone.” And Dudley and Peck play on about how he (not sure which) walks all night long with his 44 in his hand, looking for his woman with another man. Then there’s Baby Face Leroy, whose head can’t rest anymore. Why? Because he’s got rocks in his pillow! Stands to reason. Still, that’s just a trifle compared to Gus Jenkins facing a Florida hurricane. Recent occurrences of that natural malady leave no doubt that one can really leave you singing the blues. Everybody else in this playlist has their joys and sorrows to proclaim as well, and while I’m no masochist listening to others weep and wail, if they do it real pretty, add a touch of piano, bass and a rhythm that bobs your head then that’s penance enough to make anyone feel better.

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