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Lots of amazing music from that period, Mississippi John Hurt, Robert Johnson, etc..
Skip James! Skip James is the undisputed king at articulating the weirdy sadness that is within every human soul and comes out when you’re all alone.
Has there ever been a thread in this forum about pre-war blues? ‘Cause I can wax lyrical about Charley Patton and his talking guitar until the cows come home. Most of CP’s stuff is rowdy, raucous, drinkalong bellowing, but there is one recording of him from just before he died, a duet with his wife, called “Oh Death” which is utterly, utterly fantastic as this dying man’s voice strains forward to meet his end, and the echo carries forward another 70 years for us to hear and wonder at. It’s fearful, tortured, resigned, and he’s probably in pain as his health gives out, but throughout there’s his wife’s sweet voice intertwined with his, supporting the melody, taking over the lead at the end of lines, helping him thru. There’s a view of Patton as like the archetypal blues “badman”, and his wife was supposedly a devout churchgoer who sung in gospel choirs and the like: these are just cliches, but they way they interact on this one spiritual at this one moment in time is...well, it’s just be so fucking beautiful, it’s good to be human and alive to feel it. |
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