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.)
No comment needed. Just watch this. (Hat tip to Andrew Lilly.)
If you like your blues close to the roots, then you’ll love this: R.L. Burnside doing See My Jumper out in the country.
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.
Here’s a classic by Pink Floyd. Every day I live, it hits closer to home.
... is that is doesn’t include Living Loving Maid (She’s Just a Woman). (Note: Though the video goes on for 4:09 the song ends at 2:48.)
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.