Today there were three CDs in my mail, containing some of the best music I have heard for a long time – very special gifts to me, a fan of the blues. Gary Clark Jr. sounds to me like the one and only true heir of Jimi Hendrix and I look at him as the one person saving the blues for the next generation (I have to add: forget it, old slowhand). And boy, can he play guitar (again: slowhand?). Here are just two songs from “Blak and Blue”: “When my train pulls in” and “Next Door Neighbour Blues”. Two versions of the first one, two versions of the second one. Another marvellous thing about Gary Clark Jr.: He can do equally convicing different versions of his songs. And he has a great great band. These here are just examples. Check him out!!
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Monday, July 4, 2016
1000 SONGS - Day 352 Song #383
Day 383 - A Song About the Danger We All Live in
Bahamut - a kind of primordial being, as known from many cosmogonic myths around the world (methinks) is the main figure of a wonderful song by Hazmat Modine, a band from New York. This band's leader (virtuosity in playing the harmonica), Wade Schuman seems tohave written lyrics like that:
No one has ever seen Bahamut
Some think it's a fish
Some think it's a newt
Some think it's a cat
All we know is that the lonely Bahamut
Floats endlessly through all time and all space
With all of us and everything
Floating in a single tear
Of his eye
Well, Bohemoth calls us his own
While Bahamut wanders alone
When they both go out to play
On that cold and rainy day
Simply great, great music, enjoy it if you can
Bahamut - a kind of primordial being, as known from many cosmogonic myths around the world (methinks) is the main figure of a wonderful song by Hazmat Modine, a band from New York. This band's leader (virtuosity in playing the harmonica), Wade Schuman seems tohave written lyrics like that:
No one has ever seen Bahamut
Some think it's a fish
Some think it's a newt
Some think it's a cat
All we know is that the lonely Bahamut
Floats endlessly through all time and all space
With all of us and everything
Floating in a single tear
Of his eye
Well, Bohemoth calls us his own
While Bahamut wanders alone
When they both go out to play
On that cold and rainy day
Simply great, great music, enjoy it if you can
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