Ok Boo, I was sort of guessing with that. Well win some lose some.
How about Roy Rogers or Gene Autry ?
That 12 string guitar has got to be the key. One of is supposed to get it OAK.....My next guess: Les Paul?
BEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDLLLLLLLLEEEEE! COME IN HERE AND TELL THESE NICE FOLKS THAT YOU'RE NOT CHEATIN' FAIR
Then, again. I may be playing on the wrong guitar.....
All right my lovlies... all the clues were there. Powerful voice, master of twelve string, author of one of the few simple waltzes ever to be a hit in America. Huddy Ledbetter, AKA Leadbelly... the ballad, Goodnight Irene, a hit that transcended all the usual glossy values of the music business. Everybody loved that tune, and why not. The recordings continued to sell for years, far longer than the usual seasonal hits.
Knowing that blacks in music at that time would most often be thoroughly ripped off by the biz, he sold the song to dozens of small labels across the country, telling each they had the exclusive. The song made a fortune in sales for all the little companies, and while he didn't collect much from any of them in residuals, his initial sale fees set him up handsomely. The small labels, by the time they got wind of the scam, had all made enough in local sales that they didn't take legal action against him. Thus he benefitted from the more fragmentary nature of the business in those days.
Hooray for the musicians! Beagle beans to the nasty businesspeople!
...oh yeah, I'm a musician, if you haven't guessed friends.
Beedle, goodnight.
Booman, goodnight.
Goodnight dear John,
I'm movin on,
I'm glad yawl got it right.
Goodnight Irene? My gawd. I would never have guessed.
who is responsble for this little number
Well I was rollin' down the road in some cold blue steel,
I had a blues man in back, and a beautician at the wheel.
We going downtown in the middle of the night
We laughing and I'm jokin' and we feelin' alright.
Oh I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Yes I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Easin' down the highway in a new Cadillac,
I had a fine fox in front, I had three more in the back.
They sportin' short dresses, wearin' spike-heel shoes,
They smokin' Lucky Strikes, and wearing nylons too.
'Cause we bad, we nationwide.
Yeah we bad, we nationwide.
Well I was movin' down the road in my V-8 Ford,
I had a shine on my boots, I had my sideburns lowered.
With my New York brim and my gold tooth displayed,
Nobody give me trouble cause they know I got it made.
I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Well I'm bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, I'm nationwide.
I don't know who it is, but it sure made me pine for the days,, when guys like Jim Croce, Roger Miller, and a few others did stuff like that all the time. Sigh........
Hmmm....Lemesee......
..Now, where were the Four Freshmen from? Kidding...KIDDING!
Jeez OAK, it's ZZ top again. Me thinkum you likum. Me too.
And the 4 Freshmen came from Butler University... (what is that... Indianapolis?)
Me, I have no questions at this time.
:wink:
Er...Beedle...You know that was just a rhetorical question, wrapped in a silly joke, right? Of course you do. I've got faith in you. Just like I have faith that you gave the right answer. So if you pass, I'll give it a shot.
Chester Burnett, sang under what name?
booman, I do believe it was Howlin Wolf. Must get a copy of Howlin Wolf - The London sessions.
assuming you agree ---- who wrote and recorded
Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears
An auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years
And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer
While the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent Christmas cheer
And the Bentley-driving guru is putting up his price.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope
With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes
And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
The yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo
You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too
And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
Booman, thanks for the faith in me; always wanted to be a guru... Now if you give me your watches, your wallets your women.
That nugget of cryptic poetry comes of course from the ever oblique pen of Eric Clapton. Man they wrote some weird lyrics!
How about this... author or band will suffice as answer:
There was a king who ruled the land
His majesty was in command
With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
Showered silver on the people
Oh Mother, tell me more!
Why'd ya have to leave me there
Hanging in my infant air -- waiting?!
You only have to read the lines
They're scribbly black and everything shines!
Across the stream with wooden shoes
Bells to tell the king the news
A thousand misty riders climb up
Higher once upon a time
Wondering and dreaming
The words had different meaning
Yes they did, ah!
Pow tch pow tch pow tch pow tch pow...
Ahhhhh
For all the time spent in that room
The doll's house, darkness, old perfume
And fairy stories held me high on
Clouds of sunlight floating by
Oh Mother, tell me more
Tell me more
Ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h, ah-h-h, a-h-h-h-h
Yeah, Beedle, weird, but good.
Strange that Boo should mention The Four Freshmen.
"Their Hearts were full of Spring." a capella. Later re-recorded by what group?
"It Happened Once Before"
" It Never Occurred to Me"
I know every single word to ever single song.
Of course OAK is right. I don't know if it's even fair to put in a Blues question, with him around.
Letty,
...That was my sick sense of humor, but thinking of them caused me to pull down my Take Six CD, for my current rotation.
Beedle,
...Since you put women in plural, you must want my Playboys. You gone to far Fella'.
I sorta figured that, Boo. As you know, I love 'em..They never graduated, you though
that should be they never graduated, though.
