The South is the source of soul. I can offer many proofs of that statement; here is just one: the Allman Brothers’ classic Blue Sky, featuring perhaps the finest guitar duet in the history of rock & roll. (Hat tip to Peter Athas, a.k.a. Adrastos.)
My guitar tutor, Vincent, referred to Skip James as the Bach of the blues. An apt description. Here’s a pretty-good-quality video of Skip playing Crow Jane.
Tomorrow’s Rock ’n’ Roll Mardi Gras Marathon passes my front porch, right around the 7-mile split. For all competitors, I offer the good wishes of Lord Birkenhead in Chariots of Fire: “Good luck to you all.” And I offer something that Lord Birkenhead could not: this bit of musical inspiration by Howlin’ Wolf.
This video is a commercial for Spencer Bohren, and I’m happy to post it for two reasons. First, Spencer is a solid citizen of Blues City. Second, the soundtrack is so damn good. Spencer is fine on the slide. But don’t take my word for it. Give it a listen.
This weekend, the Voodoo Fest is happening in New Orleans at City Park. One of the headliners is Ozzy Osbourne. Ozzy has been at it quite a while. Here he is with his old group, Black Sabbath, performing Paranoid, circa 1970. On reading the lyrics, I think Melancholy would have been a more appropriate title. Maybe they didn’t want their song confused with Melancholy Baby.
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