¤ Guy Davis ←
The son of the noted actors, directors, and activists Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee, he was born in New York City on May 12, 1952; though raised in the city, Davis was frequently regaled with stories of Southern country life as a child, and over time became so enamored of the music of Blind Willie McTell, Skip James, Mississippi John Hurt, and others that he taught himself guitar.
•→’As Long As You Get It Done‘←
◊ ‘You Don’t Know My Mind’ ⇓
You don’t know… You don’t know my mind … You hear me talkin’ but you don’t know, you don’t know my mind And if you hear me laughin’ – Yes I’m laughin’ just to keep from cryin’ If a smilin’ face is what you see – You can’t tell what may be worryin’ me You don’t know my mind – And when you hear me laughin’ – I’m laughin’ just to keep from cryin’ Well I took my momma to the buryin’ ground – I turned my face when they let her down You don’t know my mind – When you hear me laughin’ – I’m laughin’ just to keep from cryin’♦ ‘Walking Blues’ ↓
Guy Davis takes Robert Johnson’s blues to Uummannaq [Greenland_2011]
Woke up this morning I looked ‘round for my shoes
You know I had those mean old walking blues
Yeah, I woke up this morning I looked ‘round for my shoes
Girl, I had those, ooh, mean old walking blues
Some people tell me that worried blues ain’t bad
It’s the worst old feeling I ever had
People tell me that worried blues ain’t bad
It’s the worst old feeling, ooh child, I ever had
Looks run to the ocean and the ocean runs to the sea
If I don’t find my baby, don’t bury me
Look to the ocean and the ocean went to the sea
Yeah, if I don’t find my baby, ooh yeah, don’t bury me
Minutes seem like hours and hours seem like days
Since my baby started her low down ways, yeah
Minutes seem like hours and hours seem like days
Since my baby, ooh, started her low down ways
I woke up this morning, people, I looked ‘round for my shoes
You know I had those mean old walking blues
Yeah, I woke up this morning I looked ‘round for my shoes
Yeah, you know I had those, ooh, mean old walking blues
♦ ‘Matchbox Blues’ ⇓ [2013]
Well I’m sittin’ here wonderin’ will a matchbox hold my clothes …
I ain’t many to carry but I got so far to go
How far to the river, mama, walk down by the sea …
I got those tadpoles and minnows all in over me
Lord, Lord, who may your manager be? …
Reason I ask so many questions, I want you to get acquainted with me?
I wouldn’t mind marryin’, but I can’t stand settlin’ down …
I’m gonna act like a preacher so I can ride from town to town
Well, I’m leavin’ your town, babe, cryin’ won’t make me stay …
and the more you cry, the farther you drive me away.
Well I’m sittin’ here wonderin’ will a matchbox hold my clothes …
Φ Guy Davis, blues man & story teller
Live from the Common Ground CoffeeHouse in Hastings-on-Hudson, NY _ 2008
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¤ Keb’ Mo’
Born October 3, 1951 in South Central, Los Angeles, he was already an accomplished guitarist by adolescence. At age 12, Keb’ Mo’ got his first guitar, a Silvertone, which he bought at Sears, for $25.00. But he also blew trumpet and French horn. In his first band a calypso band Keb’ Mo’ played steel drums and upright bass. In the 1970s and 1980s he played in a variety of blues and backup bands. Keb’ Mo’ recorded first in the early 1970s, with Jefferson Starship violinist Papa John Creach, and around that time, Keb’ Mo’ also honed his skills as staff writer for A&M Records. In 1980, his debut, Rainmaker, for Casablanca, was a R&B disc full of promise. His stint in the Whodunit Band, headed by Bobby Bland producer, Monk Higgins, immersed Keb’ Mo’ further into the Blues. Heightening his song writing with candor and poetry, for the theatrical production Rabbit Foot, playing a Delta Blues man, Keb’ Mo’ jammed with Albert Collins and Big Joe Turner, Keb’ Mo’ emerged as an inheritor of a guard tradition and a genuine original. In 1994 he released his self titled debut album.
⇐ ‘More Than One Way Home’
♦ ‘Dirty Low Down & Bad’ ↓
I ain’t got no woman but I don’t feel sad
I ain’t got no woman, but I don’t, no I don’t feel sad
‘Cause the woman that was with me
She treated me so dirty, lowdown, and bad
Well, I cried when she left me – Cried all night, alone in my bed
You know, I cried when she left me – Cried all night, alone in my bed
Yeah, but then one day it hit me – I should be happy instead
Well, now, why should I be sorry that the girl had to leave
All she did was hurt me, keep me beggin’ on my knees
And a whole lot of my money ended up in her hands
And she turned around and told me I was just a broken down old man
See, I ain’t got no woman but I don’t feel sad nor bad ‘cause the woman that was with me
She treated me so dirty, lowdown, and bad – Yes, she’s bad
Now, the next woman that I gets me I’m gonna treat her the best way that I can
You know, the next woman that I gets me I’m gonna treat her the best way that I can
But in turn she’s gonna have to treat me like the real, real, real man I really am
Ohh, yeah, yes, she do
♦ ‘A Better Man’ ↓ [«Playing For Change: Peace Through Music»]
Sittin’ here in my problem – What am I gonna do now
Am I gonna make it someway, somehow
Maybe I’m not supposed to know – Maybe I’m supposed to cry
And if nobody ever knows the way I feel
It’s all right and it’ll be ok
(Chorus:)
I’m gonna make my world a better place – I’m gonna keep that smile on my face
I’m gonna teach myself how to understand – I’m gonna make myself a better man
Climbing out of the window – Climbing up the wall
Is anybody gonna save me or are they gonna let me fall
Well I don’t really wanna know – I´ll just hold on the best I can
And if I fall down I´ll just get back up
It’ll be alright – It’ll be ok
(Chorus . . .)
Maybe I’m not supposed to know – Maybe I’m supposed to cry
And if nobody ever knows the way I feel
That’s all right – It’ll be ok
(Chorus . . .)
∇ ‘Walking Blues’ ⇓ [R. Johnson_2019]
I woke up this mornin’, feelin’ round for my shoes
Know ‘bout ‘at I got these, old walkin’ blues
Woke up this mornin’, feelin’ round for my shoes
But you know ‘bout ‘at I, got these old walkin’ blues
Well ah leave this morn’ of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah
I’ve feel mistreated and I don’t mind dyin’
Leavin’ this morn’ ah, I have to ride a blind
Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don’t mind dyin’
Some folks tell me that the worried, blues ain’t bad
Worst old feelin’ I most ever had, some
Some folks tell me that these old worried old blues ain’t bad
You know I got the worst old feelin’, I most ever had
◊ Backstage at the White House ↓ (21 Feb 2012)
«This is music with humble beginnings, rooted in slavery, in segregation… The blues bore witness to these hard times and like many of the men and women who sang them, the blues refused to be limited by the circumstances of their birth and helped lay the foundation for rock’n’roll, R&B and hiphop… and inspired artists and audiences around the world»
↑ ‘America the Beautiful’
O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for heroes proved in liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved and mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness and every gain divine!
America! America! God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea!
∞ ‘Sweet Home Chicago’ ↓ [with Corey Harris]
Oh baby don’t you want to go – Oh baby don’t you want to goBack to the land of California to my sweet home Chicago … Well one and one is two – two and two is four I’m heavy loaded baby – I’m booked I gotta go Oh baby don’t you want to go back to the land of California to my sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four – four and two is six You gonna keep monkeyin’ round here friend-boy
you gonna get your business all in a trick Oh baby don’t you want to go back to the land of California to my sweet home Chicago Now six and two is eight – eight and two is ten
Friend-boy she trick you one time
you know, she sure gonna do it again Oh baby don’t you want to go back to the land of California to my sweet home Chicago But I’m cryin’ hey hey baby don’t you want to go
back to the land of California to my sweet home Chicago Well, I’m goin’ to California, I’m on my way
Somebody will tell me that you need my help someday
Cryin’ hey – baby don’t you want to go back to the land of California to my sweet home Chicago
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¤ Corey Harris
Corey Harris has earned substantial critical acclaim as one of the few contemporary bluesmen able to channel the raw, direct emotion of acoustic Delta blues without coming off as an authenticity-obsessed historian. Although he is well versed in the early history of blues guitar, he’s no well-mannered preservationist, mixing a considerable variety of influences — from New Orleans to the Caribbean to Africa — into his richly expressive music →
◊ ‘Catfish Blues‘ ↓ [with Moh Kouyaté] 2012
I wish I was a catfish swimming in the deep blue sea
Have all you good-looking women chasing after me
Fishing ‘Sho nuff after me . . .
. . . on the day that I was born
. . . Be a son of a gun . . .
Well I went to my baby, and I sat down on the stairs
She said, Come on in and I’ll blow your mind
My husband just now left … husband just now left . . .
Now there’s two, two train running
And it ain’t never going my way
And there weren’t no
Riding just for a day . . . Riding just for . . .
∞ with Phil Wiggins ⇓ Tribute to John Cephas
◊ ‘Back Atcha’ ↓ [From Mississippi To Mali]
… Now she’s gone, but I don’t worry: I’m sitting on top of the world. . .
♦ Italy … ↓ … 2007
«CC Pill Blues»
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