#Mumblin' Guitar

[duffertube]

▶️ Bo Diddley - Mumblin' Guitar (1960)

Source: Internet Archive

[moku-and-his-madness]

i fucking play too many rks songs

yeah, here catch me jammin to 'Our Song' by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

[soulmusicsongs]

Funky Blues

Funky Blues in 11 tracks

Chip Off The Old Block - Johnny Jones and The King Casuals (It's Gonna Be Good /  Chip Off The Old Block, 1969)

Curiosity Kills - Charlie Chuck ���(Curiosity Kills / Disc Jockey Rap, 1977)

Did You Ever Dream Lucky? - Eddie Long (It Don't Make Sense But It Sure Sounds Good / Did You Ever Dream Lucky?, 1970)

Don't You Say A Mumblin' Word - Guitar Reed ‎(Rockin' Blues / Don't You Say A Mumblin' Word, 1971)

Drugstore Breaking Blues - Zabu & Co (Zabu & Co, 1976)

Juicy Lucy - Jerry McCain (Juicy Lucy / Put It Where I Can Get It, 1967)

Keep It Funky - Cleveland Eaton And The Kats (Half And Half Volume 1, 1972)

Mississippi Cotton Fields - J.J. Lewis (Mississippi Cotton Fields / This Time I'm Through, 197?)

Take It Kind Of Easy - Snooky Pryor (Do It If You Want To, 1973) 

Worried Head - Johnny Little John (Funky From Chicago, 1973)

Yes, You'll Play - Percy Mayfield (Sings Percy Mayfield, 1970)

More Soul Music

Soulful Blues in 15 tracks

Blues Funk: 20 awesome tracks  

[papa-rhys]

So would you be willing to write something with Javier (of course) including knives and blood then? I was thinking the reader (fem or nb) helping him clean his fingers up after Five Finger Fillet and they lick the blood off and suck his fingers and he's just over the moon and things proceed in their tent. Or they are out somewhere and some guys insult Javi/reader and a fight ensues and after when they are covered in a bit of blood and their adrenaline is going they get it on. Pretty please! :)

I loved the fight idea too, so I’ll make a note of that and tackle it once I’ve got through these requests!

Nurse (Javier X f!Reader)

Warning: mention of blood

You sit alone by the fire, enjoying your nightly bottle of beer when the peace is disturbed by the sound of Javier effing and blinding and the small group surrounding him erupting in jeers and laughter. The group are on the other side of the camp but that doesn’t stop their conversation being carried to you on the late night breeze.

“You win,” Javier relents, standing up and stepping away from the table. The group do their best to get him to sit back down, but he shakes his head.

“You gonna have your little friend play nurse?” Bill asks, nodding his head towards you. “Say, I reckon she’d look mighty fine in a nurses outfit. Wouldn’t mind bein’ stitched up by her, huh?”

“Oh, leave him alone, Bill,” Karen giggles, smacking Bill on the shoulder with the back of her hand. “He’s all loved up, that’s all.”

“And you would be too if you had a girl like that givin’ you attention. Especially since she ain’t bein’ paid for it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Bill,” Javier says, leaving the group and heading directly for you.

You finish off your beer as Javier makes his way over to you; his injured hand held in the other with fresh beads of blood dripping between his fingers and landing on the dirt below. He reaches the fire and sits next to you on the overturned log that you’ve been sat on for the last hour and a half – an apologetic smile on his face. “Can you –“

“Again? Seems all I do these days is patch you up.”

He chuckles and nods his head in agreement; looking down at his hand and the pool of blood that accumulates in his palm as he holds it. You take hold of his wrist and pull his hand closer to take a look. The blood is gathering pretty fast and whilst you’re no medical professional, you know from experience that when someone is bleeding that profusely, it isn’t usually a good sign. “Come,” you order him, getting to your feet and beckoning him to follow you to your tent. He follows you closely, dripping blood across the ground with every step that he takes until he reaches your tent, where he waits patiently outside for you to find your medical kit.

“Y’know, at some point you’re gonna have to get better at that game of yours,” you tell him, taking a seat on a box as he sits on one next to you. “Otherwise, you’ll end up having no fingers left to play it with.”

“And we both know my fingers are the most talented part of me, right, chica?”

“Excuse me?” you ask, raising your eyebrows and biting the inside of your cheek as you look at him.

“I was talking about playing guitar, of course,” he grins.

“Like hell you were, you pervert,” you smile. “Gimme your hand.”

Javier reluctantly frees his injured hand from the grip of the other and gingerly offers it to you, placing it in your lap. The blood wastes no time soaking into your jeans and he whispers a gentle “sorry” as it continues to dribble from one of the gashes on his middle finger. You carefully take hold of his hand – moving it around slowly so as to get a look at what you’re dealing with – and Javier watches you intently; his eyes fixed on your face.

“You know, it’s mighty difficult to concentrate when you’re staring at me like that,” you tell him without bothering to look up from what you’re doing.

His gaze doesn’t falter. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he asks, seemingly suffering from a case of verbal diarrhoea as well as a mangled hand.

“I ain’t as pretty as you seem to think I am, amigo.”

“Irresistible is the right word, I think.”

“That’s the blood loss talking.”

Javier nods his head and laughs. “Yeah, probably,” he admits, pinching the bridge of his nose with his uninjured hand.

“Good news: you don’t need stitches. But we need to clean this finger before I can wrap it up. You got anything I can wipe the blood on? Other than my jeans, I mean.”

He looks around; first checking his person and then checking his surroundings for any kind of rag that will mop up some of the blood. “I got nothing,” he shrugs.

You take a moments pause to think before shrugging and raising his hand to your lips. You gently place his middle finger in your mouth and suck it clean – being extra careful not to cause him any pain as you keep eye contact with him. His jaw drops slightly as he watches you suck his finger rather suggestively and the corners of your mouth curl up into a smile as you slowly remove his finger from your mouth.

“That’ll do,” you smile sweetly, letting him place his hand in your lap once more. With the smallest trace of a smile still on your face, you grab a bandage from your medical kit and begin to wrap it around his finger. Javier keeps his eyes on you – his lips still parted and his pupils blown twice their normal size – as you tie the bandage off and tuck the ends into the top of the wrap before turning to your medical kit to clear your things up.

“Dios Mio, estoy enamorado,” he mutters in a small, soft voice – almost breathlessly.

“What’re you mumblin’?” you ask, shooting him a suspicious look from the corner of your eye as you pack your things away into the small metal box beside you. With his reputation for insulting and teasing people in Spanish, you’ve learned to be distrusting of him when he speaks in his native tongue.

“Nothing, chica,” he smiles to himself, examining his freshly bandaged finger.

You grin at him and shake your head, turning to face him once more. In a move fuelled by either wooziness from the blood loss or sheer bravery, he takes advantage of the moment of silence – using it to lean in and kiss you softly; his lips barely touching yours. He pulls away slightly. You keep your eyes closed and you assume he does the same as the two of you sit in silence in the wake of the kiss; your faces meer centimetres apart. Javier releases the breath that he’s been holding, puffing it out in the form of a short chuckle, and you find yourself flattered by the thought of him being so nervous. “I uh –“ he starts, but you cut him off with another kiss; this time, raising your hands to his jaw, cupping his face as you kiss him.

The two of you move with each other; him moving forward and you moving backwards, pulling him with you as he cranes his neck to avoid breaking the kiss. He stands up and you follow suit, the kiss getting all the more heated now the two of you are on your feet. Throwing your arms around his neck, you allow him to pull you in as close as he can with his hands on the small of your back, no doubt smearing the rest of the blood across the back of your nice clean shirt.

“We should… go somewhere… more private…” he suggests between kisses, struggling to speak through the breathlessness. He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger and peppers your lips with a series of small pecks before taking a moment to get his breath back. He swallows. “Unless you want the others to see us,” he smiles.

“I was never much of a fan of crowds,” you giggle, sliding your hands down his arms until you reach his hands; the warmth of his bare forearms sparking a sharp flutter beneath your ribs. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of the boys.”

“Oh? And why would you embarrass me?”

“Because you won’t be able to keep up with me,” you tease, biting your lip and taking his hand.

“That sounds an awful lot like a challenge to me,” he says, following you into your tent as you lead him by the hand.

[musicdawn]

Guitar Reed - Don't You Say A Mumblin' Word [Ace] 1971 Blues Funk 45

[deepartnature]

Best John Lee Hooker Songs: 20 Essential Tracks By The Blues Legend

“He couldn’t boast the effortless authority of Muddy Waters. He wasn’t an outlandish marketable character like Bo Diddley. He couldn’t terrify you from across the hall like Howlin’ Wolf. But John Lee Hooker was a blues survivor who’d rock you to the socks that were poking out of the hole in your soles; he was street-smart, adaptable, even crafty. And armed with nothing but a guitar and his dark, moody, mumblin’, barking voice, he’d make you dance: ‘Boogie Chillen,’ as he once called it. And that’s where we’ll start our rundown of the best John Lee Hooker songs, because this was his debut single. This 1948 anthem is a call to get ya dance freak on. Oh, but isn’t the blues a noble cry of the poor African-American who is suffering? Hell yes, but Hooker’s telling us if you got feet, you can use them to beat the blues. ...”

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[lostjohnny]

Bo Diddley

Mumblin’ Guitar

[alvertesongdiary]

A$AP Rocky and Tyler The Creator - Potato Salad

[Intro: Tyler the Creator] Ayy, you gon' start me from the top? Listen Shout out Harlem, man Shout out A$AP Rocky, man AWGE in the building, man What's good? Is that potato salad? Yo, listen

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator] Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we? Rocky, A$AP GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari'

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Fuck clothes, I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers Bass all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you) Bless, at you, nah I ain't sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet with your name on the barrel If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmens in the classes All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin' Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to find an actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus "Calldrops" on the album skits

[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator] Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my neck boy You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

[Outro: Tyler the Creator] K shiz, what up nigga! I have nothing cool to do

4/09/2018

[musicandotherdelights]

Daily Listening, Day #234 - August 21st, 2020

Album: Have Guitar, Will Travel (Checker, 1960)

Artist: Bo Diddley

Genre: Rhythm & Blues, Rock & Roll

Track Listing: 

“She’s Alright”

“Cops And Robbers”

“Run Diddley Daddy”

“Mumblin’ Guitar”

“I Need You Baby”

“Say Man, Back Again”

“Nursery Rhyme”

“I Love You So”

“Spanish Guitar”

“Dancing Girl”

“Come On Baby”

Favorite Song: “Mumblin’ Guitar”

[oneheadtoanother]

bo diddley - mumblin guitar 7'' (by cicodelico)

[soulmusicsongs]

Don't You Say A Mumblin' Word - Guitar Reed ‎(Rockin' Blues / Don't You Say A Mumblin' Word, 1971)

[furtherfromage]

Bo Diddley - Mumblin' Guitar

from Have Guitar, Will Travel.

This blog could very easily become a Bo Diddley Appreciation Blog.

[soulmusicsongs]

Rockin' Blues - Guitar Reed ‎(Rockin' Blues / Don't You Say A Mumblin' Word, 1971)

[gk2nist]

Bo Diddley - Mumblin' Guitar from his 1960 album Have Guitar Will Travel.