Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta Skip James. Mostrar todas as mensagens
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quarta-feira, junho 21, 2023

Skip James nasceu há 121 anos

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Curtis "Skip" James (Bentonia, Mississipi, 21 de junho de 1902 – Filadélfia, 3 de outubro de 1969) foi um cantor, guitarrista, pianista e escritor de canções de blues norte-americano.

 

terça-feira, junho 21, 2022

Hoje é dia de ouvir blues...

Skip James nasceu há cento e vinte anos

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Curtis "Skip" James (Bentonia, Mississipi, 21 de junho de 1902 – Filadélfia, 3 de outubro de 1969) foi um cantor, guitarrista, pianista e escritor de canções de blues norte-americano.

 


segunda-feira, junho 21, 2021

Skip James nasceu há 119 anos

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Curtis "Skip" James (Bentonia, Mississipi, 21 de junho de 1902 – Filadélfia, 3 de outubro de 1969) foi um cantor, guitarrista, pianista e escritor de canções de blues norte-americano.

 


quinta-feira, junho 21, 2012

Skip James nasceu há 110 anos





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Curtis "Skip" James (21 de Junho de 19023 de Outubro de 1969) foi um cantor, guitarrista, pianista e escritor de canções de blues estadunidense.


segunda-feira, setembro 20, 2010

Música bem antiga para geopedrados

sábado, outubro 03, 2009

Skip James morreu há 40 anos


Este pioneiro dos Blues, que teve uma inicial promissora carreira no final dos anos vinte e foi redescoberto em meados dos anos sessenta, morreu há exactamente 40 anos...

Nehemiah Curtis "Skip" James (21 de Junho de 19023 de Outubro de 1969) foi um cantor, guitarrista, pianista e escritor de canções de blues estadunidense.

Uma música para recordar o portento que era:


terça-feira, julho 21, 2009

Skip James (21.07.1902 - 03.10.1969)

Skip James - 22-20 Blues



Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest
How in the world you
Expect for me to rest?
Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest
How in the world you
Expect for me to rest?
You've got my 22-20
Layin' up across my breast

Oh, if I send for my baby
An she act a fool
An she don't never come
If I send for my baby
She act a fool
An she don't never come
All the doctors in New York City
I declare, they can't help her none

You know, sometimes she gets unruly
An she act like she just don't wanna do
Sometimes she gets unruly
An she act like she just don't wanna -
But I get my 22-20
I cut that woman half in two

Oh, your.38 Special
Buddy, it's most too light
Your .38 Special
Buddy, it's most too light
But my 22-20
Will make ev'rything, alright

Ah-or, your .44-40
Buddy, it'll do very well
Your .44-40
Buddy, it'll do very well
But my .22-20
I declare you, it's a-burnin' hell

I was stranded on the highway-hi
With my 22-20 in my -
I was standin' on the highway
With my 22-20 in my -
They got me 'cussed for murder
I declare, I never have harmed a man

Lord, oh I measured my gun
An it's just a-long as my right arm
I measured my gun
An it's just a-long as my right -
I'm gon' raise me some sand
And back down the road, I declare.

terça-feira, maio 05, 2009

In the blues

Skip James - Catfish Blues




I would ruther, be a little catfish
So I could swim way down
In the sea-ee
I would have somebody, somebody
Settin' out hooks for me
Settin' out a hook for me
A hook for -

You know I went
To my baby's house
She told me to sit down
On her step
'Sir, you can come right on in
Because my
Husband just now left
He just now left
He just now -

An I, asked my baby
To let me sit down
'Side her bed
Turn on yo' heater, baby
'Till it turn cherry red
Cherry red
Red an cherry red

That's the reason I ruther
Be a little catfish
So I could swim way down
In the sea-ee
I would have netted
Some of these women
Settin' out a line for me
Settin' out their line for me
A line for -

You know I went
To the church house
And they called on
Me to pray-ay
I got down on my knees
But I didn't, no
Have no word to say
Not a word to say
No word to say

That's the reason I ruther
Be a little catfish
So I could swim
Way down in the sea-ee
I would have somebody, somebody
Settin' out a line for me
Settin' out a line for me
A line for -

I don't wanna
Be no tadpole
And I don't want ta be
No bullfrog
An if I can't be
Be your catfish
I won't swim at all
No, I won't swim at all
No, swim at -

That's the reason I want ta
Be a little catfish
So I could swim way down
In the sea-ee
I would have these goodlookin' women
Settin' out a hook for me
Settin' out a hook for me
A hook for.