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Jimmy Rogers – Sloppy Drunk

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Ruleville, MSJimmy Rogers with a funny if handsomely-played tune of a sort that’s rooted in the authentic ‘real folk blues’ of early America.

And I love that moonshine whiskey
and I’ll tell you what I do
And I love that moonshine whiskey
and I’ll tell you what I do
The reason is why I drink,
I’m just trying to get along with you

Joe Posnanski: Remembering ‘Mr. Cub,’ Ernie Banks

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A sad day for Cubs fans and those who tip a respectful hat at the passing of an individual of demonstrable excellence.

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There is something about Ernie Banks’ joyous and jinxed and wonderful career that people sometimes miss: Ernie Banks was the first black player ever to play for the Chicago Cubs or, in the words of newspaper accounts of the day he was, “the first Negro to appear in a Bruin uniform.”

At that time in the National League, just about every black player played in New York, either for the Giants or Dodgers. There were no black players on the Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, Cincinnati or St. Louis teams. Or Chicago. It was September 1953, and Chicago Cubs owner Phil Wrigley was so distraught about his team’s awfulness that he told the press he would happily sell the team, “if the right buyer came along.” Attendance at Wrigley Field was down a quarter of a million, the Cubs were 40 or so games out of first place, they had blundered into acquiring…

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Reggae Covers: John Holt – You’ll Never Find (Lou Rawls)

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This bass-heavy 1977 cover by John Holt of the 1976 original by Chicago, IL soul master Lou Rawls contains none of the vivacity of the Rawls classic, let alone its soaring strings and horns. You almost wonder how such a recording came to exist, let alone find release.

You’ll never find another love like mine
Someone who needs you like I do
You’ll never see what you’ve found in me
You’ll keep searching and searching your whole life through
Whoa, I don’t wish you no bad luck, baby
But there’s no ifs and buts or maybes

Paul Butterfield Blues Band – Thank You Mr. Poobah

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A harp clinic from blues great & noted switchblade-carrier Paul Butterfield.:

Howlin’ Wolf – Sitting On Top Of The World

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Chester Arthur Burnett had many names. Big Foot Chester. Bull Cow. Later he became better known as the Tail Dragger, the one and only Howlin’ Wolf. The Wolf rose up in White Station, MS (between Columbus and Tupelo) and went to Chicago in 1953 where he came to typify the electrified, Delta-bred Chicago blues style. He learned guitar from Charley Patton and harmonica from Sonny Boy Williamson, but blew the South Side away once professionally aligned with world-class blues virtuosi like Hubert SumlinMatt ‘Guitar’ Murphy, Sam Lay (later of the Paul Butterfield Blues Band) and Junior Parker.

I could link to a dozen Howlin’ Wolf tunes that’d knock your socks off –the ‘real folk blues’ in the time-honored tradition– but this is the one I was just singing in my head so I thought I’d share.

Going down to the freight yard,
catching me a freight train.
I’m gonna’ leave this town.
Work done got hard.
But now she gone, and I don’t worry
Sitting on top of the world.

I Was At This Game: Andre Dawson 1991 Bat-Throwing Incident

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We were in town for a three game homestand and miscellaneous other Kingston Mines/Blues high jinks as sort of a late birthday present. The best seats we had of all the three games were for this one, about six rows up behind the Cubs dugout, right about here (links to aviewfrommyseat.com).

The Hawk was terrifying to behold in all his fury.

BONUS: Rob Dibble loses his damn mind and throws the ball at baserunning Doug Dascenzo.

James Cotton, Charlie Musselwhite, Billy Branch & Sugar Ray Norcia (‘Super Harps’) – T.D.’s Boogie Woogie

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The Super Harps are Chicago blues stalwarts James Cotton, Billy Branch, Sugar Ray Norcia, and the legendary Charlie Musselwhite. Folks can’t help shake a leg all day or night to a boogie like this, their take on the old Tommy Dorsey number.