#hambridge

[4x09]

I love September/Hamilton relationship so so much because when they first met it was September thinking Hamy was insufferable and annoying and Hamy thinking September was a cowardly turncoat and by the end of it Sept was carrying Ham back to headquarters bridal style every time he got tipsy

[americanahighways]

INTERVIEW: Talking Music w/Tom Hambridge, Buddy Guy's Producer and Drummer

INTERVIEW: Talking Music w/Tom Hambridge, Buddy Guy's Producer and Drummer @tomhambridge @jmichaelantonio @therealbuddyguy @americanahighways #blujavu #americanahighways #blues #americanamusic #newmusic2024 #buddyguy

Talking Music w/Tom Hambridge, Buddy Guy’s Producer and Drummer Tom Hambridge is a multiple Grammy award winning musician, songwriter, and producer with his own new album Blu Ja Vu.  Tom is currently on tour with legendary guitarist  Buddy Guy on Buddy’s farewell tour as his drummer and one of his opening acts. Recently this American music master spoke with Americana Highways about the tour, his…

[daleiciahart]

Yellow is the lightest color in the spectrum, when you look at it in full, you can see the movement up to light from two directions. A movement from red through orange up to yellow. And another from violet through blue and green up to yellow. VR, acts as a transition back to the red movement up to yellow.

• Henri’s Ideas:

Super-color: How one color affects all objects in a scene. (ex. Sunset, although each object has its own color, takes on the color of the sunset changing its appearance. The green has a veil of orange over it.)

Lightener: Creates two light colors that replace pure white.

- 2 color temperatures: cool & warm (ex. BV + W and O + W). If need a warm lightener, use O lightener; if cool, BV lightener; neutral? Opposite color temperature.

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #314 - Susan Tedeschi, Live From Austin TX, 2004

Le storie di chitarre femminili di febbraio volevano sviluppare, lo ricordo per questo ultimo appuntamento, una questione che avevo sentito per radio (ho recuperato pure i particolare): durante la trasmissione Morning Glory di Virgin Radio, condotta da Alteria, alla domanda "quale sarebbe il tuo mestiere dei sogni" una giovane ascoltatrice scrisse "diventare una famosissima chitarrista, perchè non c'è ne sono". Alteria, che è anche musicista, ha subito cercato di smentire, ricordando Sister Rosetta Tharpe, la grandissima blueswoman e cantante gospel degli anni '30-'60 del 1900. Tuttavia, e alla fine di questo percorso che è sempre anche un'occasione per imparare qualcosa di nuovo, sono arrivato alla conclusione che, dal punto di visto della fama e della riconoscibilità, aveva ragione l'ascoltatrice, non c'è mai stata per gli indicatori appena descritti una chitarrista riconoscibile come Hendrix, Blackmore o Jack White, per citare tre chitarristi di epoche differenti. Allo stesso tempo, non vuol dire che non ci siano state chitarriste tecnicamente e musicalmente eccezionali, e le scelte di Febbraio 2024 sono solo un antipasto di un viaggio che lascerà deliziati chi vorrà continuarlo. Per concludere la carrellata, oggi vi porto a Norwell, Massachusetts, dove all'interno di una famiglia di origini italiani, i Tedeschi (che sono facoltosi, proprietari di una famosa catena di supermercato in tutto lo stato) nasce nel 1970 Susan. Sin da piccola è un prodigio nelle recite e a sei anni ha una piccola parte in un Musical itinerante che una compagnia locale porta in giro nella contea. Cresce in mezzo ai dischi, e per quelle strane ascendenze del gusto, si appassiona ai ritmi e alle atmosfere del blues. Susan Tedeschi frequenta il Berklee College, come Emily Remler (la prima protagonista delle storie di Febbraio) e si specializza in canto gospel e a 20 anni si laurea. Ne ha pochi di più quando fonda la prima Susan Tedeschi Band, con Adrienne Hayes, Jim Lamond e Mike Aiello che, dopo una fondamentale gavetta nel locali di Boston e dintorni, vengono notati da un musicista e produttore, Tom Hambridge (che vincerà nella sua carriera 7 Grammy Awards), che li mette sotto contratto per la piccola etichetta Tone Cool e produce il primo disco, che per scelta sua vedrà a luce solo a nome Susan Tedeschi: Just Won't Burn del 1998 è un grandissimo debutto, con la seconda chitarra di Sean Costello (uno dei più grandi talenti chitarristici di quegli anni, stroncato a 28 anni da complicanze della sua dipendenza dalla droga) che ha due hit da classifica in Rock Me Right e It Hurt So Bad, scritte con Hambridge. Il disco venderà tantissimo per un disco blues di una piccola etichetta, 500 mila copie, e porterà Susan Tedeschi a suonare per gente come John Mellencamp, B.B. King, Buddy Guy, The Allman Brothers Band, Taj Mahal e Bob Dylan. Nel 2003 apre quasi tutti i concerti americani del Licks Tour di un certo gruppo inglese, appena arrivato ai 40 anni di attività, i Rolling Stones, acquisendo una fama crescente, anche per le sue meravigliose qualità artistiche, che penso si esprimano al meglio nel disco di oggi.

È chiamata, per la terza volta, ad esibirsi per l'Austin City Limits, uno dei programmi musicali più famosi degli Stati Uniti, che trasmette un concerto dal vivo di 60 minuti sui canali della PBS, che è la televisione pubblica negli USA. Insieme a lei, William Green all'organo Hammond, Jason Crosby alle tastiere, violino e ai cori, Ron Perry al basso e Jeff Sipe alla batteria. Live In Austin TX esce nel 2004 ed è un delizioso esempio di classe e maestria musicale: la chitarra e la voce di Susan giganteggiano, senza mai strafare, ma lasciando evidenti tocchi di bellezza (tra l'altro vi invito a fare caso alla differenza che ha la sua voce quando canta e quando, quasi timida, ringrazia con un Thank You gli applausi). E la sua chitarra è una espressione di questa dolcezza: mai ossessiva, ma affilata e precisa, con assoli eleganti e morbidi, accompagnati da inserimenti degli altri strumenti. In scaletta pezzi del suo repertorio solista (It Hurt So Bad, la sofferta I Fell In Love, Wrapped In The Arms Of Another), altri scritti per lei (The Feeling Music Brings dal futuro marito Derek Tucks) ma soprattutto una meravigliosa collezione di cover, dove viene fuori il suo canto di impostazione gospel e tutto il suo talento: You Can Make It If You Try di Sly And The Family Stone, Gonna Move di Paul Pena, Alone di Tommy Sims (che produsse Streets Of Philadelphia di Bruce Springsteen), Love's in Need Of Love Today di Stevie Wonder e un suo cavallo di battaglia, sia su disco che dal vivo, Angel From Montgomery di John Prine, che è così strettamente identificata con Bonnie Riatt, altra grandiosa cantante e chitarrista, il cui testimone è preso da Tedeschi in questo senso. C'è il soul di Voodoo Woman di Koki Taylor, uno strumentale meraviglioso come Hampmotized e c'è la cover più bella e sentita di Don't Think It Twice, It's All Right di Bob Dylan: la versione originale del grande di Duluth era basata su un folk tradizionale, Who's Gonna Buy You Ribbons When I'm Gone?, e riprendeva un verso da una rielaborazione dello stesso brano fatta da Paul Clayton, che rititolò il brano Who's Gonna Buy Your Chickens When I'm Gone. Il brano ha una leggenda in sé: si dice che fu scritto da un giovane Dylan (il brano fa parte del leggendario The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan del 1963) preoccupato e "geloso" del fatto che la vacanza della sua allora fidanzata, Suzie Rotolo (che è la ragazza che appre nella copertina dello stesso disco a braccetto con lui), in Italia si stesse allungando troppo, immaginando quindi come sarebbe stato raccontare un litigio. In realtà come scrisse Nat Hentoff nel libretto originale (Hentoff è stato critico musicale del Village Voice per 51 anni) è probabilmente il primo degli innumerevoli "discorsi con sè" di Dylan, "un'affermazione che magari puoi dire per sentirti meglio… come se stessi parlando da solo". l'arrangiamento slow blues di Tedeschi è fantastico, con il violino e l'organo Hammond, e diventerà per anni uno dei momenti più attesi dei suoi concerti.

Concerti che saranno sempre il fulcro principale della sua attività, soprattutto dopo l'incontro, prima sentimentale e poi artistico, con Derek Trucks, altro chitarrista formidabile, erede della dinastia Allman Brothers, con cui formerà dal 2010 una Tedeschi Trucks Band, vincendo nel 2012 un Grammy con il disco Revelator. Una grande artista e un'altra grande chitarra da scoprire.

[rich4a1]

Randy Lee Riviere Concrete Blues

Randy Lee Riviere Concrete Blues New Wilderness Records Recorded at The Soundstage Studios in Nashville, Randy Lee Riviere’s “Concrete Blues” is produced by the Grammy-winner Tom Hambridge (Buddy Guy). All of the songs are written by Riviere except for the title track co-written with Hambridge. The ensemble joining vocalist/guitarist Riviere includes guitarists Kenny Greenberg and Bob Britt;…

[notfromnewbury]

Punjabi Virsa, Newbury

When you live in a small town like Newbury, word of mouth is the most powerful marketing tool you can have. In the case of Punjabi Virsa, people are talking. First off it was my tennis coach who’d booked a table at this new Indian place in the most random location along Hambridge Road opposite Newbury Racecourse. Tucked away between The London Apprentice and the Specialized and Banjo Cycles bike…

[johnvelaoras]

River Isle Chris Patten Xmas Fayre 3rd December 2023

River Isle – Chris Patten Xmas Fayre – 3rd December 2023 https://ift.tt/Pi0rV2o I haven’t fished the river since 29th Jan when I blanked at Hambridge and I must admit I was hoping for rain so we’d be on the pond which has been fishing well. Alas my prayers weren’t answered and the river it was. As always there was a great turnout with lots of faces I ... Source

[rutaalrocknoticias]

«Hope you realize it (goodbye again)» es el nuevo sencillo de Joe Bonamassa

Joe Bonamassa ha lanzado «Hope You Realize It (Goodbye Again)», el último sencillo de su próximo álbum Blues Deluxe Vol. 2. Esta canción original, escrita por Bonamassa y Tom Hambridge, demuestra el compromiso del 26 veces líder de las listas de Billboard con la innovación dentro del género del blues.

«Esta es una canción que escribí con Tom Hambridge, y le hicimos un tratamiento real de Tower Of Power«, explica Bonamassa. «Ahora, en todo el asunto de ‘Blues Deluxe, Vol. 2’, tratamos de mantener la misma proporción de versiones y originales que en Blues Deluxe, Vol. 1, así que necesitábamos una canción alegre y tenía esta canción en cierto modo. Calvin Turner escribió una parte de viento funky espectacular, y simplemente nos gustó una versión de Tower Of Power y no nos disculpamos por ello. Es simplemente la naturaleza del ritmo y todo lo demás: tienes que inclinar la cabeza»

Blues Deluxe vol. 2 es un sincero tributo de Bonamassa a las raíces de su viaje musical, que da nueva vida a temas clásicos y resume la evolución del género del blues. Disponible el 6 de octubre a través de J&R Adventures, el álbum incluye dos nuevos originales, incluido «Hope You Realize It (Goodbye Again)», y ocho nuevas versiones que abarcan algunos de los nombres más importantes del blues, desde Bobby “Blue” Bland hasta Albert King. También está disponible para preordenar la Platinum Edition Box Set (limitada a 500 unidades en todo el mundo), que incluye las versiones en CD y vinilo del vol. 2 y Blues Deluxe Remastered junto con artículos exclusivos.

[metalshockfinland]

JOE BONAMASSA Release New Original Single 'Hope You Realize It (Goodbye Again)'

Photo by Adam Kennedy Today, Joe Bonamassa has released “Hope You Realize It (Goodbye Again),” the latest single from his forthcoming album Blues Deluxe Vol. 2. This original song, written by Bonamassa and Tom Hambridge, demonstrates the 26x Billboard chart-topper’s commitment to innovation within the blues genre. “This is a song that I wrote with Tom Hambridge, and we did a real Tower Of Power…

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

I should’ve made this nearly an hour ago or just many minutes ago. But I finally played Scooby-Doo Mystery Mayhem on the Nintendo GameCube. It’s been years since I played the game. But that was on PS2. I finished “The Haunting of Hambridge” and left on “Mayhem at the Movies”.

While I’m a bit bothered or confused by sometimes, the lighting of the would sometimes change. It’s nothing that bothersome, the game works very well. But it’s more like sometimes the game would become a little darker and then a little brighter. Which did annoy me a bit when trying to find doors in the library level. But alias, the game is still pretty damn fun though. 

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I know the gossip at Valley Forge was popping

[johnnyshouseofmusic]

My review of Tom Hambridge's new album.

REVIEW: Tom Hambridge "Blu Ja Vu"

REVIEW: Tom Hambridge "Blu Ja Vu" #tomhambridge #joebonamossa #buddyguy #americanahighways #blujavu #johnmichaelantonio

Tom Hambridge – Blu Ja Vu One would be hard-pressed to find anyone more involved with the American blues scene over the last thirty years than Tom Hambridge. The singer-songwriter, drummer, and multi-Grammy award-winning producer has worked with a virtual who’s who list of the blues world since the early nineties. With his new release Blu Ja Vu,  his latest solo release since 2018’s brilliant The…

[notsissannis]

WARNING: THIS MIGHT IMPEL SOME OF YOU TO DESPERATE MEASURES!

This is a fun writing I did for @ladyleanam as her birthday gift! I hope you love this!

Happy Birthday, pink lingerie! ❤❤

She broke the third quill of the day. She was tired, miserable, and just had it with her job. If she had to write another article again today, she swore she would kill herself.

“Finish this by today!” Her boss ordered.

She pursed her lips as she unrolled the newly tossed scroll. She swore ー this time for real ー this would be the last article for today or she would kill herself.

It was almost seven at night but she still didn’t feel like going home. She looked down at her messy table and rubbed her face tiredly. What had she become? She was feisty, sharp-tongued, and always dressed properly. But now, working under Rita Skeeters, ー sat quietly in her cubicle, writing fake articles or gossips and dressed poorly in a very distasteful matching ash-grey coloured blouse and khaki and flats. Flats. No heels. Flats. Just like her life ー she felt insulted and humiliated.

The bell chimes of the big clock almost gave her a heart attack. Seven o’clock sharp. She groaned and forced herself to get up and packed her stuff.

She really didn’t feel like going home.

It was dark when she stepped into the house.

“My love?” She called her husband and only met by silence.

It had been a shock, of course. For the lion to marry the snake. His family hated her. It was given. She grinned wolfishly remembering how her husband had defended her against their protests. It was as though Merlin had descended for a moment just to tell them, “Suck on that, bitches!”

She had kept that memory in her pensive.

She took off her cloak and walked to the kitchen. She’d never imagined she would be all domestic like she was right now ー going home straight from work to prepare home-cooked dinner for her husband and talked shit about their bosses. She sighed.

She missed that. They didn’t see each other much this past few months. She wondered what had she done wrong. They were happy, content and so passionate in bed. Then one day he’d came home late, reeked of cheap beer and hummed a song she had never heard before. She thought he was just stressed from work, but then it happened again, and again, over and over again. Until one day he didn’t came home at all.

The sizzling sound of meat pulled her back from the memory. She hated to come home these days because she hated to come home to no one. She ruffled her short hair and leaned back against the wall. What had happened?

She sipped on her last drop of red wine, leaving her dinner untouched. She wasn’t hungry. She lost weight but she paid no mind about it. She looked at their big grandfather clock, five minutes to nine and still her husband showed no sign of coming home.

She tilted her head back on the chair, staring straight at the ceiling. It was quiet, and dark, and she felt so so so lonely in their big house. This wasn’t how being married to the love of your life should be. She jumped off her seat and decided that enough was enough. She would do something about her sorry state.

It was midnight when she heard the sound of creaking door. She jolted up, smoothing down her negligee and laid on their bed, putting on the sexiest face she could muster. She would win this. She would get her husband back. But what she didn’t expect was to see a woman wrapped around her husband.

They were kissing passionately, all tongue and biting and deafening moans and dirty talks. It was sickening.

“Oh, yes, Potter. Fuck me, fill my cunt with that big, thick, delicious cock of yours. Oh, fuck me!”

She couldn’t take it any longer. Finally found her voice after swallowing down a big gulp of bile, she spoke, “Harry?”

Harry turned to her, shocked was plastered on his face but it was gone in a blink, replaced with a raging scowl. “What are you doing here?” He spat.

“I’mー Wait, me? Me?!” She howled. “What are you doing?!” She strode toward the pair but stopped by Harry’s quick Protego. She looked at him aghast.

“Get out of my house!” He roared.

“I’m your wife!”

“And I’m no longer your husband!”

“What?” Dolores stammered. She hugged her exposed body, suddenly feeling vulnerable under Harry and Pansy’s disgusted gaze.

“You heard him, Toad. Leave!” Pansy yelled.

Dolores turned to her angrily. “You! You wretched whore!”

“Leave, Dolores!” Harry yanked her wrist, dragging her to the front door and threw her out of the house. “Don’t you ever show your face again!”

The door slammed right in her face, loud and clear, just as loud and as clear as Pansy’s moans and screams from the other side of the door. She lifted her trembling hand, planning to knock the door off, to break it with sheer strength, but she changed her mind when she heard Harry screamed Pansy’s name with the same passion he’d shared with her months ago.

She walked away, ignoring the fact that she only had negligee on. She didn’t care. She’d lost her husband. She’d lost it all.

But most of all, she’d lost the effect of true love.

And slowly, her old weary body shrunk to her original form. A small, fat, and ugly, slimy, green toad. He looked up to the house and her tears rolled down her chubby, smooth cheeks; shining like a diamond under the moonlight as she saw Harry and Pansy fucked by the window. She closed her eyes, Goodbye, Harry.

“Ribbit.”

[akkoxchariot]

I think akko wants something more than headpats chariot

Art by widdlediddle2

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By Jackson Hambridge