KC, stomping ground of Charlie Parker & Count Basie.
reminds me of Going to Chicago Blues, by the Count:
Goin to Chicago,
Sorry but I can't take you
Goin to Chicago,
Sorry but I can't take you
There ain't nothin' in Chicago
That a monkey woman can do.
When you see me comin' baby,
Raise your window high
When you see me comin' baby,
Raise your window high
But when you see me passin' baby,
Hang your head and cry.
Hurry, hurry down sunshine,
And see what tomorrow brings
Hurry, hurry down sunshine,
And see what tomorrow brings
Well the sun went down,
And tomorrow brought us rain.
You're so mean and evil,
You do things you ought not do
You're so mean and evil,
You do things you ought not do
Got my brand new money,
But I won't have to put up with you.
Wow! yit. That swings and does sound like the rhythm in Kansas City.
Thanks, buddy!
Just a reminder to our listeners, we get it all here on WA2K radio. Now I'm off to find Jelly Roll.
Hey, all. Found The Black Bottom Stomp by Jelly Roll, but before I can play it, a giant thunder storm found me.
Later!
as we say out here in the old west "jam tight and jelly roll"
and jelly beans, dys?
Wasn't that Reagan's favorite?
Going to try and play Jelly Roll now. Don't touch that dial.
Well, folks. The only song that I could find in the archives by Jelly Roll Morton was this one:
St. James Infirmary Blues Lyrics
Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there;
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She will search this wide world over,
But she'll never find another sweet man like me.
Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.
Folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you,
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.
Heard that at the LaPlaya in Daytona.
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According to the Bluesville record notes (by John H Cowley), 'The Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues' was "formalized" by pianist-composer Porter Grainger in 1927, and recorded by several women vaudeville blues singers at that time. It derives from the late eighteenth-century British ballad "The Unfortunate Rake" that exists in several U.S. versions: "St James Infirmary", "The Cowboy's Lament" or "The Streets of Laredo".
Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day
He used crooked cards and dice.
Sinful guy, good hearted but had no soul
Heart was hard and cold like ice
Jesse was a wild reckless gambler
Won a gang of change
Altho' a many gambler's heart he led in pain
Began to spend a-loose his money
Began to be blue, sad and all alone
His heart had even turned to stone.
What broke Jesse's heart while he was blue and all alone
Sweet Lorena packed up and gone
Police walked up and shot my friend Jesse down
Boys i got to die today
He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedside
Here are the words he had to say:
Guess I ought to know
Exactly how I wants to go
(How you wanna go, Jesse?)
Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Let 'em be veiled down in black
I want nine men going to the graveyard, bubba
And eight men comin back
I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side
Crooked card printed on my hearse
Don't say the crapshooters'll never grieve over me
My life been a doggone curse
Send poker players to the graveyard
Dig my grave with the ace of spades
I want twelve polices in my funeral march
High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade
I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me 14 times
Put a pair of dice in my shoes (then what?)
Let a deck of cards be my tombstone
I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues
Sixteen real good crapshooters
Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song
Sixteen racket men gamblin'
Couple tend bar while i'm rollin' along
He wanted 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel
26 off-a South Bell
29 women outta North Atlanta
Know little Jesse didn't pass out so swell
His head was achin', heart was thumpin'
Little Jesse went to hell bouncin' and jumpin'
Folks, don't be standin' around ole Jesse cryin'
He wants everybody to do the charleston whilst he dyin'
One foot up, a toenail dragging
Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon
Come here mama with that can of booze
The dyin crapshooter's - leavin' the world
The dyin' crapshooter's - goin' down slow
With the dyin' crapshooter's blues.
best version I ever heard was by Dave Van Ronk who quit the blues/folk scene and got into Dixieland with his Red Onion Jaz Band.
Well, dys, I guess many songs were brought over by the London Company, and that was quite a surprise about The Unfortunate Rake, and although the lyrics may be the same, the music has been changed.
Thanks, cowboy; however, I do believe that the only real American music is jazz.
News update:
WASHINGTON - Computer users, beware. The head of the world's largest software company worries that consumers who make Internet purchases have become too complacent about the risks of financial fraud and stolen identity.
So, folks, be as cautious as you expect your kids to be.
Hmmmm. We're missing Norway and Canada and hebba(the Brit living in Denmark); however, here is one of hebba's sculptures:
http://www.xtec.es/~fchorda/credit/credit4/jpg/moore.jpg
The smoothness of wood is as comforting as the hand that fashions it.
BILLIE'S BONES
(Janis Ian)
BILLIE'S TEARS FALL LIKE DUST
FROM THE AIR INTO MY EYES
SEEPING IN BEFORE THEY RUST
SPILLING SECRETS WORDS CAN'T HIDE
I AM STANDING ON THE BONES
OF A MOUND TOO HIGH TO CLIMB
SELLING SECRETS TO ATONE
FOR A SONG THAT IS NOT MINE
BILLIE'S BONES ARE WHITE AND BLEACHED
PILED HIGH AND HARD TO REACH
AND THE TOP LOOKS COLD AND BLEAK
BUT I SEE FARTHER WHEN I STAND
ON BILLIE'S BONES IN BILLIE'S LAND
THERE'S AN ORCHID IN HER HAIR
THERE ARE BRUISES ON HER LIPS
I WOULD WORSHIP IF I DARED
KNEELING AT HER FINGERTIPS
I WOULD TELL HER HOW I'VE YEARNED
TO BE WORTHY OF THE GRAIL
ALL THESE YEARS AND ALL I'VE LEARNED
IS JUST HOW BRILLIANTLY I FAIL
BILLIE'S BONES ARE WHITE AND BLEACHED
PILED HIGH AND HARD TO REACH
AND THE TOP LOOKS COLD AND BLEAK
BUT I SEE FARTHER WHEN I STAND
ON BILLIE'S BONES IN BILLIE'S LAND
NOW THE FLESH OF EARTH HAS PASSED
NOW THE JOINTS HAVE COME UNDONE
ALL THAT'S LEFT OF HER IS ASH
SCATTERED ON THE AIR LIKE CRUMBS
THERE ARE VOICES ON THE WIND
STOLEN WHISPERS, SACRED MOANS
YOU CAN HEAR THEM THROUGH YOUR SKIN
AND THE SINGING OF THE BONES
WHEN THE WIND BLOWS FROM THE EAST
I CAN TASTE HER ON MY TONGUE
AND THE GRAVE IS LINED AND PAVED WITH
ALL THE SONGS WE NEVER SUNG
Drinking that in, edgar. It is so very native and yet so supernatural. Sitting and thinking of all the dust that has fallen and I love the comparison to tears....so poetic.
Well, listeners, it's that time of night again. Recalling my father now and a little molecule of the past.
The ghost room in my ancestral home,
Was just an ordinary place,
Nothing particularly odd or weird
Ever suddenly appeared,
No luminous light to cut the night,
Nor voice with low and spectral call,
It was not ominous at all.
And in that simple harmless room
There hung a portrait,
Senseless gloom.
The painting of a nameless face
That permeated all the race
Of those who had produced the place.
One could never look and see
The tombstones of an- ces- tery
That lay so close in symmetry.
It was the feel of all who slept
That made the senses feel inept
To fashion words of never met.
For you, Dad.
Goodnight, all.
From Letty with love.
good evening WA2K, it's all work, work, work for poor dj at the moment, doesn't look like i'll be getting a vacation anytime soon, but if i did, i think i'd like to travel around the usa
Long distance in formation, give me Memphis Tennessee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the
call
'Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the
wall
Help me, information, get in touch with my Marie
She's the only one who'd phone me here from Memphis
Tennessee
Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge
Just a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge
Help me, information, more than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree
And tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee
Last time I saw Marie she's waving me good-bye
With hurry home drops on her cheek that trickled from her
eye
Try to put me through to her in Memphis Tennessee
Ah Kansas City
Going to get my baby back home
I'm going to Kansas City
Going to get my baby back home
Well its a long long time too
My baby's been gone
Ah, Kansas City
Going get my baby one time
I'm going to Kansas City
Going get my baby one time
Its a just a 1-2-3-4,
5-6-7-8-9
Hey hey hey hey
(hey hey hey hey)
Hey, baby
(hey, baby)
Ooh now girl
(yeah, yeah)
I said yeah now, huh
(girl, girl)
Now now now now tell me baby
What's been wrong with you
Hey hey hey hey
(hey hey hey hey)
Hey now baby
(hey baby)
Ooh now girl
(yeah, yeah)
I said yeah now, huh
(girl, girl)
Now now now now tell me baby
What's been wrong with you
I said bye
(bye bye bye bye)
Bye bye baby bye bye
(bye bye bye bye)
So long
(so long so long)
Bye bye baby I'm gone
(bye bye bye bye)
I said bye bye baby
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye now bye
(bye bye bye bye)
Bye now baby bye
(bye bye bye bye)
Well, I been lookin' real hard and I'm tryin' to find a job
But it just keeps gettin' tougher every day
But I've got to do my part 'cause I know in my heart
I've got to please my sweet baby, yeah
Well, I ain't superstitious and I don't get suspicious
'Cause my woman is a friend of mine
And I know that it's true that all the things that I do
Will come back to me in my sweet time
So keep on rockin' me, baby
Keep on a rockin' me baby
Keep on a rockin' me baby
Keep on a rockin' me baby
I went from Phoenix, Arizona, all the way to Tacoma
Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.
Northern California, where the girls are warm
So I could be with my sweet baby, yeah
Keep on a-rockin' me baby...
Baby, baby, baby
Keep on rockin', rockin' me baby
Keep on a-rockin', rockin' me baby
Whoo-oo-oo-hoo-hoo-hoo, yeah
Don't get suspicious, now don't be suspicious
Babe, you know you are a friend of mine
And you know that it's true that all the things that I do
Are gonna come back to you in your sweet time
I went from Phoenix, Arizona, all the way to Tacoma
Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.
Northern California, where the girls are warm
So I could hear my sweet baby say
Keep on a-rockin' me, baby
Keep on a rockin' me baby
Keep on a rockin' me baby
Keep on a-rockin' me, rockin' me, rockin' baby, baby, baby
Keep on a rockin' me baby
{Repeat to fade}
Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Well Shakespeare he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells
Speaking to some French girl
Who says she knows me well
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine
And I said 'Oh I didn't know that
But then again there's only one I've met
And he just smoked my eyelids
And punched my cigarette'
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked
But me, I expected it to happen
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Now the senator came down here
Showing ev'ryone his gun
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son
And me, I nearly get bursted
And wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Now the preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest
But he cursed me when I proved it to him
Then I whispered, 'Not even you can hide
You see, you're just like me
I hope you're satisfied'
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Now the rainman gave me two cures
Then he said, 'Jump right in'
The one was Texas medicine
The other was just railroad gin
And like a fool I mixed them
And it strangled up my mind
And now, people just get uglier
And I have no sense of time
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
When Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon
And I say, 'Aw come on now
You know you know about my debutante'
And she says, 'Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want'
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb
They all fall there so perfectly
It all seems so well timed
And here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice
Oh, Mama, is this really the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
WA2K
Rinnng...rinnng...rinnng...rinnng, gee maybe everyone left, rinnng, yes hello, this a listener, did miss Letty leave? I would like to share a joke, I hope no one has heard it before. By the way what happened to the janitor (what a lovely character). KK, here is the joke. Night everyone.
Author Unknown
One morning, in the Cathedral of Notre Dame, Quasimodo enters the belfry, climbs the tower and gets ready for the morning chimes. He is giving a final polish to the main bell when the clapper drops off its mount and falls to the ground.
He knows he has no time to go get it, and it is a family tradition that the Hunchback family has never been late to ring the bells. In desperation, he swings himself under the bell, hooks his feet into the mount, and starts to swing. Right at 8am, his head strikes the bell and the peals ring out.
Down below, two citizens are walking past the cathedral. Hearing the kind of muffled chimes, one looks up, and says to the other, "Do you know the name of the man up in the steeple?"
The second replies, "No, but his face rings a bell?"
Needles to say, the pounding and echoing sound is too much for Quasimodo, and he dies.
Next morning, his brother, Semimodo, turns up at the cathedral, determined to uphold the family tradition. Being a little inexperienced, he decides not to try things from the top of the steeple, but to use the ropes. Right before 8am, he gathers in the rope to the newly repaired main bell. He gives it an almighty pull to get the heavy metal swinging, but his foot is caught in a loop of the rope and he is hoisted into the air, cracking his skull against the steeple, and dying instantly.
Down below, the two citizens are walking by again.
One looks up, and says, "Do you know the name of the man who is ringing the bell?"
The other replies, "No, but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
And, that is how one of our favorite heroes, and his brother met their death.
"Genius is to madness near allied"- who said that?
I can't remember, myself.
Rinnng... rinnng... rinnng... rinnng, Hello I think I have an answer to the last question. I'm not all one hundred percent sure, because it was a while ago I heard the quote. But was it Dryden?
I also found this:
DRYDEN's _Cymon and Iphigenia_. "Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide."
Please share any other information you may find on the subject.
Got to get to bed. Night all, click.
