Regrets, I've Had A Few

Alas it's true, as Cobras has gently pointed out I have been slacking on my posts here at the Trap. To be perfectly honest I've watched my fellow Contraptionists post various rambling rants about music and other things and been inspired, for a few minutes.

Truth is, my primary interest is film and I often lack the berzerker's determination displayed by folks like our Dear Leader to research and elucidate artists and albums. As a result I have a number of half finished ideas which never made it into the kiln.

If for no other reason than to prove Cobras wrong for at least a few minutes, I'll post some of the music that's been waiting on deck starting with this old Blues gem, Blind Willie Johnson.

Perhaps you Hesh-monkeys will appreciate Blind Willie for his brutally raspy singing voice; the first cookie monster vocals? Satanists might also appreciate his intense fondness for god's only begotten son as being somewhat ironic considering the impoverished and somewhat apocalyptic contexts of his music. Johnson, who like Skip James, also worked as a preacher for many years, wrote songs about death, disease, tragedy, sorrow and Jesus which stack up favorably to anything with corpse-paint.

Please, enjoy!

BLIND WILLIE

I Would Rather Be the Devil - Skip James

There is something profoundly true but not immediately obvious in Kurt Cobain's lyric "I miss the comfort in being sad" (Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle). The sense of being victimized, of being the wronged party is very validating because it is self-vindicating. But the sadness of commercial pop-music stems from the narcissistic self-pity of a people who are used to getting what they want, an expression of loss from the privileged. I don't mean to discredit anyone's feelings here, but for more profound and immediate content, I find that there is no better place to look than the Blues, especially from the Pre-War period (after all, it is called the Great Depression) before the genre became commercially viable.

I'll save you the long history of Skip James because I'm not a music historian and I would just be repeating a lot of what you can find at the Skip Wiki, but here is an abridged version to pique your interest. Even non-fans of the Blues have frequently heard of Robert Johnson whom, while amazing to hear and incredibly influential, was predated by Skip. Johnson even got some of his licks from his predecessor, adapting some of the latter's songs for his own use.

These early recordings are entirely unique. Skip plays both guitar and piano and sings in a voice almost unnatural, unlike anything you've ever heard. Easily my top Pre-War Blues album of all time.

The Complete Early Recordings

Like many of the early bluesmen, Skip recorded a few songs when he was young and then disappeared for several decades until he was "re-discovered" in the 1960's by a bunch of white kids who were making some racket called rock "music". Although he generally disdained attention and publicity, he was in financial need, and recorded a number of albums in the late 60's just before his death. While cleaner production-wise for obvious reasons, they feature the same trademark Skip sound as before, only with a little more God thrown in.

 
Devil Got My Woman 
1968

Studio Sessions
1967

Between 1962 and 1966 as Skip was dying of cancer he toured Europe with the American Folk Blues Festival to play shows with other now legendary Blues and Jazz performers. A number of the performances in Germany have been compiled onto a DVD set which features some amazing performances both on and "off" stage by Skip and other greats. Above Skip performs for Howlin' Wolf (far right foreground) and Son House among others. Below is an onstage performance of Crow Jane.



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