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Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Mar 20, 2025

A Birthday



Sister Rosetta Tharpe (born Rosetta Nubin, March 20, 1915 – October 9, 1973, was an American singer, songwriter and guitarist. She gained popularity in the 1930s and 1940s with her gospel recordings, characterized by a unique mixture of spiritual lyrics and electric guitar. She was the first great recording star of gospel music, and was among the first gospel musicians to appeal to rhythm and blues and rock and roll audiences, later being referred to as "the original soul sister" and "the Godmother of rock and roll". She influenced early rock-and-roll musicians, including Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins, Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, and also later guitarists, such as Eric Clapton.

Tharpe was a pioneer in her guitar technique; she was among the first popular recording artists to use heavy distortion on her electric guitar, opening the way to the rise of electric blues. Her guitar-playing technique had a profound influence on the development of British blues in the 1960s. Her European tour with Muddy Waters in 1964, with a stop in Manchester on May 7, is cited by British guitarists such as Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, and Keith Richards.

Willing to cross the line between sacred and secular by performing her music of "light" in the "darkness" of nightclubs and concert halls with big bands behind her, Tharpe pushed spiritual music into the mainstream and helped pioneer the rise of pop-gospel, beginning in 1938 with the recording "Rock Me" and with her 1939 hit "This Train". Her unique music left a lasting mark on more conventional gospel artists such as Ira Tucker Sr., of the Dixie Hummingbirds. While controversial among conservative religious groups due to her forays into the pop world, she never left gospel music.

Tharpe's 1944 release "Down by the Riverside" was selected for the National Recording Registry of the U.S. Library of Congress in 2004, which noted that it "captures her spirited guitar playing and unique vocal style, demonstrating clearly her influence on early rhythm-and-blues performers" and cited her influence on "many gospel, jazz, and rock artists". ("Down by the Riverside" was recorded by Tharpe on December 2, 1948, in New York City, and issued as Decca single 48106). Her 1945 hit "Strange Things Happening Every Day", recorded in late 1944, featured Tharpe's vocals and resonator guitar, with Sammy Price (piano), bass and drums. It was the first gospel record to cross over, hitting no. 2 on the Billboard "race records" chart, the term then used for what later became the R&B chart, in April 1945. The recording has been cited as a precursor of rock and roll, and alternatively has been called the first rock and roll record. In May 2018, Tharpe was posthumously inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as an Early Influence.

Mar 9, 2025

Sunday Tune

Hand me down that wall guitar
Pull your chairs around
I sing the sads one real good now
Since you said goodbye


Jan 26, 2025

Today's Tune


The Money Game, parts 1 - 3 --Ren Gill


Strange times we're living in
World can put fear in ya
Hierarchy parties, they make us feel inferior
Greed runs through the parliament interior
Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria

Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men
When we're clearly living in dictatorships
Nearly blinded by illusions to choose
But who's fooling who?
A ball chained to your shoes

I'm pained, it's a crying shame
The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame
That makes greed a game that lets the whole world burn
As the world turns, the whole world burns

Money was invented for trade
But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make slaves
Turns a saint into a sinner, a child into a killer
His finger on the trigger of a money game

Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game

This old money game

This old

Dear Mr. President, it's evident that everyone's a resident
Of fear when they support the ideas that keep us separate
When they make us believe that everybody
Is coming to terrorise you in the streets
They say proudly through gritted teeth
"It's my right to hate, that's freedom of speech!"

When did freedom become a reason to hate?
A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make
There's an irony in freedom, because us in the west
We have pillaged and plundered and murdered like savages
Colonised all of the rest, that's called hypocrisy
Preach a certain value that you'd never keep yourselves
If your country was in flames, you'd emigrate yourselves in a second

Still, you spit your venom, demonising immigrants
When really, you're an immigrant
'Cause all of us are immigrants
Or descended from immigrants
The irony is imminent, I'll shed the light on immigrants

America was colonised by Britain
Britain, it was colonised by Rome
Also, colonised by the Saxons
They were German, by the way
You know how people throw shade upon the Germans
'Cause of history's pain

And yet we make the same mistakes all again
Demonise a whole people, Jewish or Muslim the same and the same
Old situations play on repeat
The same old TV shows repeat
Yeah, we worship the bleak
Our opinions aren't our own and we follow like sheep
There's no left, there's no right
In the middle we sleep

Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game

This old money game

This old money game

PART 2

Strange times we're living in, panic and hysteria
Poor man learn the rich man don't care for ya
Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria
Sit back and watch the show, America!
Britain split through fickle shit
A government of hypocrites
These counterfeit politicians sit
In parliament, not adequate
Needlessly bleeding resources all dry
Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise
"Oh what a shame it would be I would die"
If Number 10 Downing Street burned in a fire
Only joking, only messing, don't be stressing
I'm a peaceful adolescent, there's no need to be unpleasant
Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme
To analyze the brain
While my fingers on the trigger of a money game

Oh Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game

(This old money game)

(This old)

Money is a game and the ladder we climb
Turns a saint into a sinner with his finger in crime
I'll break it down for you motherfuckers line by line
This is business economics in a nursery rhyme

She sells seashells on a seashore
But the value of these shells will fall
Due to the laws of supply and demand
No one wants to buy shells 'cause there's loads on the sand

Step 1, you must create a sense of scarcity
Shells will sell much better if the people think they're rare, you see
Bare with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em on an island stockpile 'em high until they're rarer than a diamond

Step 2, you gotta make the people think that they want 'em
Really want 'em, really fuckin want 'em
Hit 'em like Bronson
Influencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainment
If you haven't got a shell then you're just a fucking waste man

Three, it's monopoly, invest inside some property, start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly
"Shells must sell", that will be your new philosophy
Swallow all your morals they're a poor man's quality

Four, expand, expand, expand, clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hand

Five, why just shells? Why limit yourself? She sells seashells, sell oil as well!

Six, guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks, sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock

Seven, press on the gas, take your foot off the brakes,
Run to be the president of the United States

Eight, big smile mate, big wave that's great
Now the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gate

Nine, Polarize the people, controversy is the game
It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name

Ten, the world is yours, step out on a stage to a round of applause
You're a liar, a cheat, a devil, a whore
And you sell seashells on the seashore

Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game

(This old money game)

(This old)

PART 3

Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy
One years old and his first words were mine, mine gimme
Two years old, he was walking, three years old, walking quickly
Four years old, he was running around the pavements of his city
Five years old, and his daddy told him, listen here son, you've got to learn to be a man
A man he works for what he wants
Six years old, and he's reading, writing, top of the bunch
And when he's seven, his progression made him student number one
Eight years old and he's praised for unusual grades
Nine, his parents pay for private school to nurture the flame
10, 11, 12, 13, he ascends and ascends, his daddy tells him, son, money is the means to all ends
14 solving complex mathematic equations, at 15, IQ 150, still elevating
16 he develops complex software code that detects weaknesses in cyber security protocol

17, and he sells his vision, keeping the share, not yet an adult
But he's practically a millionaire
18, and his daddy tells him now you're a man the world don't give a damn about you
So take all that you can
19, he turns a profit, stocks and shares, invest in product
20, double down deposits 21, his income rockets
22, he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth
If you manipulate the data, then the lie will sell itself
23, a life of luxury Crystal and cocaine
24, he makes the Forbes list, they're applauding his name
25, and his daddy told him, listen here, son, while you're sitting in the palace
That don't mean that you won
26, his business shifts, he switches business to arms
He's 27, dealing nuclear shells in Iran
28, inside the Senate, money bought him a seat
He's 29, role of counsel in the president suite
And now he's 30, his daddy says, you're losing the race
You're just a servant to the king, not even in second place
31, a big maneuver for his daddy's approval
Moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba
32, moving grams, growing kilo to tons
He's 33, filling warehouses with powder and guns
34, turf war with nobody to stop it, blind eye from the Po Po inside of his pocket
35, he gets a call, I'm sorry, son, but it's your father, had a heart attack
I'm sorry, he's gone
36, getting pissed off abusing this product
37, eyes glazed, disposition demonic
38, with a prostitute, a moment of passion
Heating up the silver spoon and then chasing the dragon
39, getting reckless and hungry for power
Daddy's words still driving him to kill him and devour
He makes a move against the cartel, but the strategy's flawed
They retaliate and leave him in the hospital ward
A bullet buried in his vertebra, and one in his leg
The doctor sighs and says, I don't think you'll be walking again, fuck

Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy
He was 40 and he cursed the words mine, mine gimme
41, he wasn't walking,
42, not walking quickly,
43, Never running round the pavements of his city
44 inside a palace with a mountain of gold
But those riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves
Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold, Lamborghini for a life
Trading money for souls, Jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free
Put your hand inside the cookie jar, take more than you need
And his example is exaggerated versions of me, and it's a version of him
And it's a version of she, and it's a version of you
There's no escaping the blame, the way we live, it's parasitic
Fuck the money and fame, cut the music

This isn't entertainment, this is real life, the way we live is lunacy, community it declines
We're hyperpolarized, we're always fighting and we divide
Truth is less important than the money that we designed?
Money's an invention, politics from our invention, they all come from people's ideas
Did I mention, border's an invention
Law and order fuels the tension that leads to people killing each other
My solution?
Everything is subject to change
We could build utopias if individuals were taught to use their brains
But if we teach kids in schools to always be sheep and put themselves before the herd
If there's more money for meat
Then there's no future I see where the humans survive
We're parasites inside the Petri dish, with cannibal minds
Mold will grow upon the surface, then consumes 'til it dies
And our fate could be the same without this story to the wise

45, Jimmy comes home out of the rain, soaking wet upon a wheelchair
Drinking again, he has everything he wants, he has fortune and fame
Such a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate with a 45 caliber aimed at his brain
45, a fitting number because his age is the same
Here's the words of his father, it's such a damn shame
Then he presses on the trigger of a money game

Jan 25, 2025

Dec 23, 2024

Time For A Chestnut

Atheist Christmas Carol --Vienna Teng

It's the season of grace coming out of the void
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance

It's the season of possible miracle cures
Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown

Where time begins to fade
And age is welcome home

It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise
And holding fast with sharp realization

It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
You are safe here you know now

Don't forget I love you

It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens

It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear
Not alone in the dark

Don't forget I love

Dec 20, 2024

New Tune

And possibly the birth of a new music genre: CEO Death Folk (?)


Oct 29, 2024

Another Tune


Carsie Blanton, live at Red Rocks

Rich People




From 8 Years Ago

A piece written by Sara Bareilles, and performed by Leslie Odom Jr.

..with
Lee Nadel, bass
Jonathan Dinklage, violin
Adele Stein, cello
Todd Low, viola
Antoine Silverman, violin2

Derik Lee, recording and mixing
Emily Grishman, music copyist


Imagine what President Obama might be thinking about the 2016 election and Donald Trump, but can’t say publicly.

Oct 11, 2024

Y'Know What?

I just wanna tell MAGA to fuck off. 

Take all your manufactured WWE melodrama and shove the whole thing up your ass.

Let's just relax and be groovy. Can we try that for a while?


Sep 23, 2024

A Tune

I'll see your Linda Ronstadt, and raise one Eva Cassidy

It makes me cry.

Sep 11, 2024

Today's Homemade Tune


IDK who this guy is, but he makes it sound pretty good.

Adikara Fardy

Aug 15, 2024

On This Day


Happy Woodstock Anniversary everybody
55 years ago

Richie Havens was mesmerizing.

Jul 15, 2024

Today's Today


Happy 78th birthday, Linda Ronstadt.

"There's two kinds of people in the world - those who love Linda Ronstadt, and those who've never heard that voice." --Willie Nelson

Apr 20, 2024

A Song

And So Begins The Task --Stephen Stills with Judy Collins


And so begins the task
I have dreaded the coming of
For so long
I wait for the sun
To remind my body
It needs restin'

And I must learn to live without you now
I must learn to give only part some how

Camping on the edge
Of your city I wait
Hoping someday
You might
See
Beyond yourself

The shadows on the ceiling
Hard
But not real
Like the bars that cage
You within yourself

And I must learn to live without you now
I must learn to give only part some how
And I must learn to live without you now
As I cannot learn to give only part some how

All of these cages
Must
And shall be set aside
They will only
Keep
Us from the knowing

Actors
And stages
Now fall before the truth
As the love
Shared
Between us
Remains
Growing

And I must learn to live without you now
As I cannot learn to give only part some how

Apr 16, 2024

Mar 17, 2024

55 Years

It's getting to be a very long time ago.

On Danish TV, March 17, 1969.