#willie big eyes smith

[panspanther]

These guys were great together

Muddy Waters, Pinetop Perkins & Willie Big Eyes Smith, Newport 1969

[thisphantomlife]

Songs Hozier has covered

Bowie - Changes, Young Americans (see also Trinity Orchestra section)

Prince - I Wanna Be Your Lover, Raspberry Beret, Jungle Love

James Carr - The Dark End Of The Street

The Beatles - Blackbird

John Lennon (Donny Hathaway version) - Jealous Guy (at the goldenplec block party with Zaska)

Ariana Grande - Problem

Warren G - Regulate (mashup with Problem)

James Blake - Retrograde

Tom Waits - Strange Weather

Florence and the Machine - Cosmic Love

Stevie Wonder - Living for the City, As, Sir Duke

Sting - 7 Days

The BeeGees - To Love Somebody

Lauryn Hill - Doo Wop (that thing)

Amerie - One Thing

Skip James (Alvin Youngblood Hart version) - Illinois Blues

Muddy Waters - Catfish Blues

Van Morrison - Caravan, Sweet Thing, Domino, Brown Eyed Girl, Saint Dominic’s Preview

Bill Withers - Ain’t No Sunshine, Use Me

Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know

Demi Lovato - Sorry Not Sorry

Led Zeppelin - Whole Lotta Love

Fun - We Are Young

Paul Simon - Bridge Over Troubled Water

Sam Smith - Lay Me Down

Destiny’s Child - Say My Name

Britney Spears - Toxic (snippet)

The Band - The Weight

Otis Rush version of Willie Dixon and the Big Three Trio - My Love Will Never Die

The Talking Heads - Burning Down the House (Instagram live messing around with friends)

The Staple Singers - Let’s Do it Again

The Weather Forecast 🤪

Ed Lewis - I Be So Glad When the Sun Goes Down (Instagram snippet)

Mavis Staples - Eyes on the Prize

Jackie Wilson - (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher

The Meters - Just Kissed My Baby

Traffic (song originally by Traffic, Andrew covered the Joe Cocker version) - Feeling Alright

Bruce Cockburn - Lovers In A Dangerous Time

Christmas Songs - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, Winter Wonderland, Santa Claus is Coming to Town (with others at the Xmas Eve Ball 2015)

Traditional Irish songs - My Lagan Love, The Humours of Whiskey, I Am Stretched On Your Grave, The Rolling Wave (on the low whistle), The Parting Glass, The Lonely Jig (on the low whistle)

(Live) Collabs - that are not Andrew’s own songs

Alvin Youngblood Hart - Illinois Blues

Maren Morris - The Bones, My Church, Girl, The Tree

Annie Lennox - I Put a Spell on You (Screamin Jay Hawkins cover)

Tom Odell - Another Love

Noah Kahan - Northern Attitude

Allison Russell - Requiem, Stop Dragging My Heart Around (Stevie Nicks & Tom Petty cover)

Brandi Carlile - The Joke, Walk On (U2 cover), The Weight (The Band cover)

Jamala - Walk On (U2 cover)

Mavis Staples - The Weight (The Band cover), Keep Your Eyes on the Prize (with Our Native Daughters, Jason Isbell and Phil Cook)

Boygenius - Salt in the Wound

Alana Henderson - Ae Fond Kiss (poem by Robert Burns)

U2 - When Love Comes to Town

Tori Kelly - Blackbird (the Beatles cover)

Mumford and Sons - Timshel, Awake My Soul, With a Little Help From My Friends (Beatles cover, with other artists)

Lake Street Dive - Everyday People (Sly and the Family Stone cover)

Rachael Price - Rental Love

Victoria Canal - Swan Song

Elwood (his dog) - Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (Elton John and Kiki Dee cover, Insta snippet)

All the artists at Love Rocks NYC 2022 - Like A Rolling Stone (Bob Dylan cover), Feeling Alright (Traffic cover)

Brian Kennedy (and others) - I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel to Be Free (Nina Simone cover)

His Dad - The Weight (The Band cover at MSG)

Zaska, Wyvern Lingo, Loah - Sir Duke (Stevie Wonder cover)

Eabha McMahon - Bright Blue Rose (Jimmy McCarthy cover)

Brittany Howard - Feeling Alright (Joe Cocker version cover)

Joan Baez - We Shall Overcome, The Weight (The Band cover)

Christmas Eve Busk 2015

Bono, Glen Hansard - When Love Comes to Town, Every Breaking Wave

Glen Hansard, Imelda May - The Dark End of the Street (James Carr cover)

Christmas Eve Busk 2017

Glen Hansard, Coronas, Imelda May, Liam O Maonlaoi - So This is Christmas (John Lennon cover), The Aul Triangle

Music Groups

Nova Collective - (original songs) Tuile, Closer, Quick Bossa

Zaska - (original songs) In Your Own Sweet Time, Different Light, She Gunk Gunk Dunk A Funk, Oh Yeah

Anuna - with Andrew on lead vocals: The Raid, La Chanson de Mardi Gras. With Andrew in the choir: Jingle Bells, An Uaithne

The Wiggles - Cherry Tree Carol with Anuna

Trinity Orchestra - songs covered with Andrew on lead vocals

~ Queen - Somebody To Love, Don’t Stop Me Now

~ Arcade Fire - My Body is a Cage

~ Pink Floyd - Time, Breathe, Comfortably Numb, Shine on You Crazy Diamond, Money

~ Michael Jackson - Earth Song, Black or White, Smooth Criminal

~ David Bowie - Heroes

*This list may not be complete. It only contains songs that can be found online.

Please let me know if any songs are missing so I can add them 🫶

I’ve not included the songs he sang snippets of on that Song Association interview

[firelilyfox]

Stardust Dreams

part three (final part)

Wonka: Willy Wonka x female reader

Warnings: very fluffy fluff

Words: 1k

__________________________

The sound of the harbour bell announces the time and Willy was getting more nervous with every second. He was waiting outside of the library for the past fifteen minutes just to make sure he wouldn’t be to late. It was freezing cold outside and the falling snow laid down on his shoulders like powdered sugar. His fingers were tightly wrapped around some flowers, he bought earlier at the nearby flower shop. Willy picked different colors because he couldn’t decide wich one she would like the most. So he choosed the colors that he reminded him of her. Warm orange, like her smile. Happy yellow, like her charisma. Lovely pink, like her blushed cheeks. 

The big wooden door opens and y/n stepped out of it with a big smile on her beautiful face. Willys heart stumbled. She was like a magical figure that only existed in fairytales. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, because Willy was too afraid that she might vanish and he would find himself waking up in his bed again, to realize this was only a dream. 

„Good evening, Willy“, she greeted him. 

Willy smiled. „Hello y/n. These are for you.“ He handed her the flowers and when his hand touched hers for a split second, he could feel his skin tingling. 

„Oh! They are beautiful Willy“, she said admiring and giving him a kiss on his cheek as a thank you. He had to lean down a bit, so she could reach it. „You must be freezing. Let’s hurry home. I prepared something to eat and after that … no. This will be a surprise.“ Y/n was thinking out loud. 

She took him back to her tiny apartment right above a bookshop near the gallery gourmet. The view was breathtaking, but Willy wasn’t interested at all in looking at the city lights. He only had eyes for y/n while she was preparing the dinner table. 

„I really want to help you. It feels wrong to just watch you do all the work“, he said. 

Y/n looked at him sternly. „Willy Wonka I invited you to thank you for everything you did today for my little sister and for what you did for Noodle in the past. And I enjoy doing it, so don’t worry about me.“ 

She cooked him a wonderful meal and they shared it by candlelight. It felt nice and easy to talk about all kinds of stuff. Laughter filled the room and Willy wished he could capture this moment to make it last forever. 

„Noodle is like a sister to me. Her mother took me and Ellie in, so they both are like family to us“, she told him. 

Willy frowned. „You mean you were adopted by her? What about your parents?“ 

A sad expression flickered over her face. „They are always somewhere out there. Mom and Dad are not made to stay in one place for a long time, so they asked Ms. Smith to watch out for us in the meantime. And she did ever since.“ 

Willy knew the feeling of being alone way to well, so he understand the little tone of bitterness in her voice when she speaks about her parents. 

„But enough about sad things for now“, she cleared her throat and got up from the table. „The evening is not over and I still have a little surprise for you, Willy.“ 

He smiled confused. „I thought the meal was the surprise?“ 

„Not at all!“ Y/n laughed. She held out her hand, waiting for Willy to take it in his. „Are you ready for some fun, Mr. Wonka?“ 

***

The music made Willy smile. 

Y/n lead them to a little tavern that was full of people chattering in the corners, drinking wine and having a good time. On a small stage was a band of five members and their were playing some joyful songs. In the middle of the room was the dance floor and some couples already danced with bright smiles on their faces. 

Y/n giggled because of the amazed look on Willys face. „You never visited a place like this am I right?“ 

„Well I saw many places around the world … but I never took the time to go into a pub or something. There were not much to find for my chocolate studies.“ 

She nodded understanding. „Well I love your chocolate Willy, but tonight we have other priorities.“ 

The lead singer just started another song and Willy had to speak a little louder for y/n to understand him. „And what are the priorities for tonight?“ 

„Having fun!“ 

Y/n pulled Willy to the middle of the room and started dancing. Her moves looked a bit uncontrolled and without a plan. He couldn’t help but laugh and joined her on this weird little dance-off. They had so much fun just jumping around and laughing until their faces hurt. After a couple of joyful songs, the band changes the mood and a slow rhythm started playing. 

„May I?“, Willy asked and reaching out for her hand. 

She smiled. „You may.“ 

Willy knew how to dance and he knew intuitively where to put his hands to take over the lead.  Y/n rested her head on his shoulder and he enjoyed the feeling of being so close to her. Although he hoped silently she wouldn’t notice his fast beating heart. 

„I need to thank you for today, y/n. I can’t remember the last time I was so carefree.“ Willy said with a lowered voice, so she would be the only one hearing him. 

She looked up to him. The warm lights where shimmering in her eyes and he almost lost himself in them. „I’m glad you had a good time.“ 

„Maybe…“, he started. „Maybe we should do something like this again … sometime.“ 

Y/n looked a little nervous and for a second Willy wanted to take a step back to not make her feel uncomfortable, but then she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. It was a soft kiss, light like a feather and before Willy even realized it was over. 

„I would love to do something like this again“, she said as the music speed up again. 

They danced for the rest of the night until their feet hurted, their hearts were full of laughter and the butterflies in their stomaches kept on flying. 

Willy knew from this moment on, that the feeling of missing something would never come back. He found the piece that he was searching for. And he intended to keep her forever. 

[stqrnlvs]

”just a parody” c.s. part 1

my first fanfic on tumblr lessgooo

warnings: bad language, p in v, unpretected loving (wrap your willy before you go silly), oral (f! receiving), not proof read, suuuuuper long

summary: chris and his gf decide to take part in a recently viral tiktok trend but it gets a little far

i lay on the couch, scrolling on my phone as chris sits next to me watching some movie. i scroll to a video mocking these two tiktokers, nara and lucky smith. i giggle at the violent and sudden cutoffs. i nudge chris’ shoulder.

“baby, we should do this,” i laugh to him, holding the phone up to show him the video. he looks at me before looking at my phone, and grins at the cutoffs as well. “really? you wanna do this?” he asks me, laughing still.

“yeah, i feel like it’d be super fun. i already have ideas on what to do,” i giggled, starting to shift and getting off the couch. “oh sure, absolutely hilarious,” he replies, standing up with me.

we make our way to the kitchen, brainstorming what to cook. “okay, we literally have nothing…” he sighed, looking in the fridge, pantry, and even the dusty cabinets. since i lived with him and his brothers, supplies were quick to run out.

“fuck, okay. should we go out and get something?” he laughs at my suggestion. “you’re really dedicated to this, huh?” he teases as we both head downstairs and into the garage.

though chris cannot, i can drive. we part around the car to get into our seats, and i start the engine. we buckle in as i back out of the driveway.

“okay, so where are we even going?” chris asked, turning towards me as i continued driving. i turned down destroy lonely’s new album on the radio to reply. “i dunno, but i lowkey want this video to be my excuse to try crumbl,” i tell him. he laughs.

“so you just want cookies? did you even wanna do the video at all in the first place?” he playfully scoffed. i rolled my eyes. “of course i wanna do the video, but might ad well try something new too,” i replied. he nodded, backing down from the conversation.

•~•

i pulled into a parking lot, right outside the pink crumbl cookie store. we both came out of the car and i reached for his hand as he held the door for me. he ordered for the both of us. since i’ve never been, i wasn’t really sure on what to ask for, or how to even order.

we waited about 10 minutes, talking about funny video ideas, last night’s dreams, and some possible ideas for the tiktok we were planning for.

my name was called, but i playfully rolled my eyes to him when he added his last name instead of mine. i exchanged thanks with the cashier as i walked out of the store with chris.

“excited?” he asked me, smiling as he opened the drivers door and headed back to his side. “super excited,” i replied as i handed him the cookie box inside.

•~•

i decided to wear my hair in a bun and wear a short floral sundress. i took it a step further and wore an apron when we met up in the kitchen. chris wet his hair and wore a button up (which he stole from matt) and khakis. he had a toothpick in his mouth as he eyed me up and down.

“well, you look dashing,” he grins as he leans on the counter. “oh stop it handsome,” i replied, slightly cringing. “okay okay, lets get started,” i said as i positioned my phone to record on a random fruit bowl.

i decided the frame was good, so we started to do the cutoffs. i opened the fridge while chris stood behind me. “try not to laugh, okay?” i told him, fighting back a laugh myself. “okay,” he said in a breathy tone.

the timer went off and chris slapped my ass so bard. i turned around so quickly. “christopher,” i scolded, massaging my poor cheek. his eyes were squinted, and his smile was so big. he was gripping the counters as he tried to catch his breath.

“i-i’m so sorry,” he panted out. i slapped his arm before setting another timer, though he was still a little red from laughing. “don’t laugh,” i said in an even harsher tone.

the timer went off and his arms snaked around my waist, while he roughly kissed against my neck. even after the timer went off, he reluctantly pulled away from me.

his lips were red and swollen, and i laughed at how stupid and crazy this video seemed already. “chris,” i giggled as i started yet another timer. he chuckled as we positioned in front of the camera again. i cleared my throat as the timer neared its end, and prepared a soft, drawling voice.

”today, me and lucky will be trying crumbl again. lucky’s been such a good boy that i couldn’t keep away from his crumbl craving,” i said at the camera, looking back at chris with intense eye contact. he licked his lips as i started the video again and opened the box.

“we have these new flavors, rubber tire, dirty snow, moldy peanut butter, chlamidya pink, and um… the rest,” i mocked. these did look a little unappealing.

“i would have milk with this, but i prefer the homemade version,” i said, turning around and looking at chris’ pelvis. what i didn’t expect to see was a buldge already there. this was just a parody, right?

he pursed his lips trying not to laugh as i grabbed a plate. i recorded again as i placed a cookie on the plate. “one think i like so far is the box. it’s a really… appealing, sort of calming shade of pink. it’s pretty,” i said, turning to chris.

i heard his breath hitch before he replied “your box is a pretty shade of pink.” i felt my face heat up as i nearly dropped the plate. i giggled, masking my embarrassment.

i split the cookie, keeping one half and giving him the rest. we took a bite at the same time, but i had to overdramatize by spiting out before i could taste anything. “i…i think i tasted sugar,” i complained to chris, my eyebrows furrowed in fake disgust. he glanced at my lips and wiper away fake crumbs slowly with his thumb.

“your cookie’s better,” chris said, pulling me closer to him by my waist. i placed the plate on the counter, and grabbed his face. the tension this whole time was certainly getting to me now.

“is it?” i asked him, tilting my head. he nodded, his thumbs playing with my apron. “so much better,” he replied as he lowered his hands behind my thighs. i took this as a signal to jump, and did.

he placed my above the counter, swatting away the cookies and its box with his forearm. he folded back the bottom of my dress torturously slow as he asked “may i try your cookie?” his voice was seductively soft, and my thighs rubbed together for any sort of friction. i nodded.

“i need words, baby. can i leave you wrecked or nah?” he said, toying with my panties. “yes chris, i want you to make me feel so fucking good,” i whined. he smirked as he lowered himself onto the floor.

i took my panties off for him, and kicked them off with my ankles. he slid me slightly closer to him. his fingers explored my folds, his touch greedy but gentle. he collected my wetness, and chuckled at how pathetic he thought this was.

“already so wet from just a parody,” he mumbled as he sharply inserted his middle finger inside my cunt. my eyes squeezed shut. “holy fuck chris,” i said, slightly grinding my hips to gain more friction. “patience, baby. be a good girl for me and wait,” he said as he felt around my pussy.

“chris please,” i begged, my whining tone getting more obvious. he rolled his eyes as he said “so easy to give into you.” i closed my eyes again, my head leaning back. his hands kept my thighs from closing as his tongue slurped the uncollected wetness from my clit.

“chris, just like that,” i moaned. he hummed against me, the vibrations going directly to my bundle of nerves. he sped up the movements of his finger, and decided to add another one.

my right hand flew to his hair, gripping his messy brown hair as my left hand harshly gripped the edge of the counter. “faster, please chris,” i moaned, my head leaning forward to make eye contact with him.

he obeyed as he added his tongue as well. he retracted his face, but his hand slightly gaining pace again. he stood up and leaned forward to kiss me. his mouth was slick with my juices, and i tasted the sweetness as i felt the bottom of my stomach get tighter.

“just like that baby, im so fucking close,” i moaned, my eyebrows furrowed again, but this time in pleasure. “yeah, you like that?” he asked, smiling at my disheveled appearance. my bun was falling apart, and i’m sure my face was red.

“yes chris, oh fuck-“ i stuttered out as i orgasmed. his thumb played with my clit, spraying my release around the counter. his fingers continued to curl inside me. “oh my g- chris too much,” i moaned. i leaned back again, and tried to pry away from his other hand’s grip.

he finally pulled out, but leaned back down as he collected my cum from the counter to my gaping pussy. “fuck,” i panted, my chest heaving.

[batmanonthecover]

Batman #207 - December 1968 (DC Comics - USA)

Cover Art: Irv Novick

THE DOOMSDAY BALL

Script: Frank Robbins

Art: Irv Novick (Penicils) Joe Giella (Inks), Ray Holloway (Letters)

Characters: Batman [Bruce Wayne]; Robin [Dick Grayson]; Commissioner James Gordon; Mayor Hayes; Major-General Hawkins; Robertson; Fairbanks; Professor Willi von Gail; Master Sergeant Owens; Skinnay (young boy); Tillie Conway; a TV repairman; Bertram Smith (villain, blackmailer, death); Big Brill (villain); Brill's men [Snake-Eyes; One-Ear; rest unnamed] (villains)

Synopsis: A small nuclear device is stolen and is being used to threaten Gotham City, so Batman enlists the aid of a criminal named Brill to identify the blackmailer...but first, the Caped Crusaders must survive some death traps arranged by Brill and his men.

Batman story #1256

[notquiterobin]

Into/explanation/boundaries post:

So into/explanation first: This is a DC rp blog with an oc of mine! If you don’t like things like that, just don’t interact with it, if you do that’s great! Feel free to interact through reblogs, comments, or asks! So going into the actual character:

Alexandra Catherine Todd-Wayne:

- Daughter of Willis and Catherine Todd

- Younger sister/sibling of Jason Todd (6 years younger)

- Adopted by Bruce Wayne at age 5 with Jason

- 16 years old

- Ace, bisexual and Demigirl

- Aspired to be Robin when she was younger, is now a non-Batman-approved vigilante named Corvid (as a lot of corvids are preditors of robins, plus it’s the name I usually use online/lh)

- Generally keeps the non-killing rule as Corvid, but is a bit more harsh then some of the other bats

- Has similar goals to the robins (improving Gotham, keeping down crime, and generally keeping people safe) but after Jason’s death no longer wanted the moniker

- General appearance stuff: | 16 | 5,1 | blue eyes | black hair | human | has a few scars but notably one on the side of her left cheek |

- closest to Jason, but still very close to most other members of the batfamily

- In true bat fashion is usually very closed off about trauma and other emotional issues

- Nicknames: Alex (name they usually go by), Allie (mainly used when they were younger, so mostly used by Jason, Dick, Barbara, or Bruce), Lexie (less used, still open to it)

- lmk if I forgot anything important

Boundaries section:

Dni’s:

- Homophobes

- Transphobes

- Ableist’s (I’m disabled, a lot of that will reflect in any character I write or make)

- Racists

- Zionism

- Terf’s

- BATCEST. (I do not care how you try to rationalize it, I don’t want to see any Dick/Jason, Bruce/any of his children, Alfred/any of his grandkids. Any Dick/Tim, Jason/Tim, or Damian/Tim. Just no batcest okay?

- I’m dyslexic, if you find spelling mistakes please just ignore them unless they completely change the meaning of the scentence, autocorrect can’t catch everything

About me:

So if you got this far, hi! I’m Raven/Corvid (Corvid is mostly an online name but Raven is my name),

I got by primarily They/Them pronouns, I’m an aroace Lesbian

and I am a minor so please keep that in mind (I’m fine with any ages on here just keep it in mind that I’m under 18),

I’m disabled (not gonna put out my whole medical history but shortly put: chronic pain, t1d, autism & adhd, c!ptsd, dyslexia)

I’m a pretty longtime DC lover (on and off since I was 5), mostly Batman and Batman adjacent stuff, hellblazer, green arrow, young justice, and teen titans

Al Ghul lover, seriously I love them sm

Very into music (specifically Hole, Nirvana, Babes in Toyland, Big theif, Fiona apple, Mcr, Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Bandhees, The cure, Ghost, Green Day, Alex G, and Elliott Smith)

^ also if you think Courtney killed Kurt fuck off, seriously I’m not going to argue with you, either don’t bring it up or just go away

Closing stuff:

Absolutely feel free to interact with this weather in character or not, I’d love any questions or asks it just may sometimes take me a second to get used to them

list of my other blogs: @not-a-robin, @dr-pamela-isley, @cassandra-e-sandsmark @bludhavens-finest @average-exasperated-gothamite @adeline-lynn @eirian

[theoutcastrogue]

Britain's Outlaws: Highwaymen, Pirates and Rogues

"3-part BBC documentary series. Few figures in British history have captured the popular imagination as much as the outlaw. From gentleman highwaymen, via swashbuckling pirates to elusive urban thieves and rogues, the brazen escapades and the flamboyance of the outlaw made them the antihero of their time - feared by the rich, admired by the poor and celebrated by writers and artists. In this three-part series, historian Dr Sam Willis ... shows that, far from being 'outsiders', outlaws were very much a product of their time, shaped by powerful national events."

Episode 1 - Knights of the Road: The Highwayman's Story

"In 1714, Captain Alexander Smith's book The Complete History of the Lives and Robberies of the Most Notorious Highwaymen caused a sensation. It set the bar for colourful and slightly dubious accounts of the big names in highway robbery. But whilst the public might find them romantic, the elite weren't so keen. They represented a threat to the social order: not only were they attacking property with impunity without any regard to the rank of their victims, but the robberies were giving them wealth and pretensions of status.

To satirists, there was a delicious irony to the howls of outrage about highwaymen. For them, politicians in the Georgian government were even worse thieves. In 1728, John Gay penned The Beggar's Opera, using a highwayman called Macheath as a central character in his stage satire. Macheath was the theatrical incarnation of the gentleman robber, but he wasn't the villain of the peace. He was moral, he was noble, and it was set against the rapaciousness of the elite. His character was used to dissect the hypocrisy of the ruling classes, who were losing more at the gambling tables than they were on the roads. Then there was the corruption. In John Gay's eyes, highwaymen were more honest thieves than the government. The ruling class were committing robberies of their own, but they were getting away with it. Prime Minister Robert Walpole spirited away thousands of pounds, and when the Chancellor, the Earl of Macclesfield, took a hundred thousand pounds in bribes, all he got was a fine."

[manwalksintobar]

if we’ve gotta live underground and everybody’s got cancer/ will poetry be enuf?  // Eisa Davis to Ntozake Shange

         dear ntozake,

I got sacks of mercury under the skin beneath my eyes either cried too much or i’m abt to the cool war’s burnin up my retina again does poetry start where life ends? i know i’m supposed to be cool: i wear corrective lenses that feature high definition tragedy. baby in the dumpster       ethnic cleansing assassinations       multinational mergers i’m supposed to shake my head write a poem believe in ripples. but i ain’t cool. i emit inhuman noises i imagine terrorist acts as i flick my imaginary ash onto the imaginary tray i imagine going insane with a purpose and writing it down feels sorta unnecessary does poetry end where life begins? berkeley girl       black girl        red diaper baby born of the blood of the struggle but with reaganomics and prince pickin up steam in ‘81 nothing came between me and my calvins 10 yrs old       unpressed hair       playin beethoven readin madeleine l’engle       got scared in my pants when i heard this girl testifying ‘TOUSSAINT’ in the black repertory group youth ensemble i was just sittin in a rockin chair pretendin to be 82 and talkin like I knew all bout langston’s ‘rivers’

i wasn’t as good as her and i definitely wadn’t cool so i gave up drama and decided to bake soufflés zake you wda beat me up in the playground if we’da grown up together and you did eighth grade       ‘he dropped em’ at the regional oratorical competition i saw another fly honey rip it this time it’s ‘a nite with beau willie brown’ i was bleedin on the ground i became yours no more soufflés i jacked for colored girls right off my mama’s shelf my mama fania who was sweatin with you and raymond sawyer and ed mock and halifu osumare dancin on the grass       back in the day in you i found a groove never knew i had one like that did that monologue over and over alone in my room my bunk bed the proscenium arch 13 yrs old       screamin and cryin abt my kids gettin dropped out a window didn't know a damn thing about rivers but i knew abt my heart fallin        five stories you were never abbreviated or lower case to me you just pimped that irony that global badass mackadocious funkology you not only had hígado you had ben-wa balls in yr pussy

betsey brown on my godmother's couch nappy edges in mendocino at the mouth of big river spell #7 after the earthquake in silverlake the love space demands had to be in brooklyn yr poems are invitations to live in yr body love letters yr admirers dream they coulda written themselves no one cd find a category that was yr size blackety black but never blacker than thou you teased me into sassiness when i had none to speak of made profane into sacred but never formed a church sanctified women's lives whether we were reading nietzsche or a box of kotex we were magical and regular you many-tongued st louis woman of barnard and barcelona you left us the residue of yr lust left us to wander life as freely as sassafrass cypress and indigo and even the unedumacated could get yr virtuosity cuz you always fried it up in grease you built an aqueduct from lorraine hansberry's groundwater and it bubbled straight to george c wolfe you never read what the critics said and you scrunched up the flesh between yr eyebrows like everybody else in my family

but zake is poetry enuf?

i beg the question cuz you grew me up you    and adrienne kennedy     and anna deavere smith and all my mothers you blew out the candles on my 26th so when there's mercury under the skin beneath my eyes and the world ain't so cool do you write a poem or a will?

like leroi jones said     if bessie smith had killed some white people she wouldn't have needed that music so do we all write like amiri baraka does or do we all get our nat turner on?

i beg the question cuz i wanna get my life right do some real work and i really don't want to kill any white folk i mean     can we talk abt this maybe it's just my red diaper that's itchin but i still got that will to uplift the race sans bootstraps or talented tenths or paper bag tests this time we uplift the human race and i know the rainbow might be but is poetry enuf?

it's a naive question but i'm old enuf to ask them once in a while if we do finally unload the canon clean it out stock up on some more colorful balls ain't we only gettin the ones that are available at a store near you? doesn't the market end up setting the new standards anyway? is poetry enuf if it ain't sellin? if ain't nobody readin it? can poetry keep a man     who can't read from droppin his kids out a window?

and how can i call a ceasefire to this cool war in stanzas of eights when we've declared poetry a no fly zone? we have learned to protect it and its potential politics like a mother shoot down anyone who might overdetermine a poem's meaning (while we poets divebomb everyone else's politics with impunity like we're the United States or something)

if poetry is just poetry we save it from the conservatives but doesn't that mean it's of no use to the progressives?

is poetry enuf? cuz that's all i'm doin. makin up stories    on stage     on the page keepin the beat and that's all my friends are doin and that's what a lot of folks my age are doin

but if we've gone and burnt up everything in the sky if there's nothin else to eat but landfill stroganoff if we've gotta live underground and everybody's got cancer will poetry be enuf?

my aunt angela says i can do my thang and keep swinging left hooks to oppression if i stay up stay into it stay involved just one form of praxis will do. it's just my guilt that thinks i need twenty-two what's enuf?

shouldn't i (or somebody) be our secular bodhisattva become a real power player but skip the talk show can't we stabilize, rekindle collectives and cooperatives and collaborations therapeutic communities that double as creative juggernauts a publishing house     a theatre where the plays cost less than the movies get the neighborhood coven back together take dance breaks in the cubicles sing until the flourescent lights burst into snow i ask you because you changed me zake you changed thousands of women and i know poetry can't be enuf if you drunk

i ain't tryin ta walk off wid alla yr stuff and i got nuttin but love for ya so that's why i gotta know i'm sittin on my bed encircled by every book you've ever published they're open like fans marking pages with the flint of genius all i want is for this circle to grow so tell me:

is this where poetry and life are twins? i felt so crumpled up when i started writing you poetry seemed so useless and dingy next to all the bright red bad news but now that the poem is over i feel wide open like an infant of the spring just tell me how to feed this light to my responsibilities and poetry just might be enuf           love           eisa

[lboogie1906]

Willie “Pinetop” Perkins (July 7, 1913 - March 21, 2011) Delta Blues and boogie-woogie piano player was born near Belzoni, Mississippi. He played with some of the best-known blues and rock and roll artists in history and influenced many more including Elton John, Billy Joel, and Greg Allman.

He began at age ten playing guitar and piano but dropped guitar after sustaining an injury to his left arm. He moved to Helena, Arkansas to work with bluesman Robert Nighthawk, appearing on the recordings Nighthawk made for Chess Records. He recorded with Earl Hooker for Sun Records. He recorded “Pinetop’s Boogie Woogie” for Sun Records. Known as “Pinetop” since the 1940s, it was this record that stamped him with his lifelong nickname.

He replaced Otis Spann in Muddy Water’s band, a role that he maintained for twelve years. He joined other members of the Water’s band, striking out on their own as The Legendary Blues Band. This group toured and recorded from the late 1970s through the early 1990s releasing two records that received several Grammy nominations.

In 1988, he released his first solo effort, “After Hours,” on Blind Pig Records. He released the first of 15 solo records over 15 years. “Born in the Delta,” a multimedia-enhanced CD release, and “Legends,” with Hubert Sumlin. Both recordings received Grammy nominations in 1997 and 2000. He received a Grammy nomination for “Ladies Man” on MC Records and the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.

He received the Blues Music Award for best piano every year (1993-2004) when he voluntarily retired from nomination. The award was thereafter renamed the “Pinetop” Perkins Piano Player of the Year award.

In 2008, “Pinetop and Friends” was released featuring such legendary artists as Eric Clapton, B.B. King, and Jimmie Vaughn. He released “Joined at the Hip,” a collaborative project with Willie “Big Eyes” Smith, which received a Grammy for Best Traditional Blues CD.

He was still playing regularly at the age of 97 and was often seen jamming in clubs around his home in Austin. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[1264doghouse]

Muddy Waters Blues Band in 1971 at the Jazz Workshop in Boston. Willie “Big Eyes” Smith, Muddy, Paul Oscher & Pee Wee Madison. Photo by Bob Margolin.

[50s-music-tournament]

Week 1

Blue Moon, The Marcells - I Only Have Eyes For You, The Flamingos

We Wanna Boogie, Sonny Burgess - Heartbreak Hotel, Elvis Presley

Tutti Frutti, Little Richard - Santa Baby, Eartha Kitt

Beyond the Sea, Bobby Darin - Rockin Robin, Bobby Day

El Paso, Marty Robbins - Be Bop a Lula, Gene Vincent

Get a Job, The Silhouettes - Shout, The Isley Brothers

Tequila, The Champs - Who Do You Love, Bo Diddley

Unforgettable, Nat King Cole - Secret Love, Doris Day

La Bamba, Ritchie Valens - 16 Tons, Tennessee Ernie Ford

Week 2

The Masochism Tango, Tom Lehrer - Kansas City, Wilbert Harrison

Silhouettes, The Rays - Carolina Moon, Connie Francis

Hound Dog, Big Mama Thornton - Jim Dandy, LaVern Baker

Here in My Heart, Al Martino - I Put A Spell On You, Screamin' Jay Hawkins

Whole Lotta Shaking Going On, Big Maybelle - A Teenager In Love, Dion & The Belmonts

Fever, Little Willie John - Old Cape Cod, Patti Page

Summertime Blues, Eddie Cochran - Lovers Question, Clyde McPhatter

Summertime, Ella Fitzgerald/ Louis Armstrong - Dont You Just Know it, Huey Piano Smith & His Clowns

Lonely Teardrops, Jackie Wilson - Wonderful! Wonderful!, Johnny Mathis

Week 3

Earth Angel, The Penguins - Rumble, Link Wray

Blueberry Hill, Fats Domino - Why Do Fools Fall In Love, Frankie Lymon

Put Your Head on My Shoulder, Paul Anka - Stagger Lee, Lloyd Price

Cold, Cold Heart, Hank Williams - I Hear You Knocking, Smiley Lewis

Sh'Boom, The Chords - Rebel Rouser, Duane Eddie

Brown Eyed Handsome, Man Chuck Berry - Speedo, The Cadillacs

In the Still Of The Night, The Five Satins - Freight Train, Elizabeth Cotten

Mama He Treats Your Daughter Mean Ruth Brown - Everyday Buddy Hollly & The Crickets

Come & Go With Me, The Del Vikings - Love Potion No. 9, The Clovers

Week 4

My Baby Just Cares For Me, Nina Simone - (We're Gonna) Rock Around the Clock, Bill Haley & His Comets

That's Amore, Dean Martin - Betty Lou Got A New Pair Of Shoes, Bobby Freeman

I Walk The Line, Johnny Cash - Work With Me Annie, Hank Ballard & The Midnighters

Cry Me A River, Julie London - Come On-a My House, Rosemary Clooney

Be Anything (but Be Mine), Peggy Lee - Smoke Gets in Your Eyes, The Platters

The Book of Love, The Monotones - Mr. Sandman, The Chordettes

Pink Shoelaces, Dodie Stevens - Let's Have A Party, Wanda Jackson

Ain't Got No Home, Clarence "Frogman" Henry - Fly Me To The Moon, Kaye Ballard

Day-O (The Banana Boat Song), Harry Belafonte - Blue Suede Shoes, Carl Perkins

[parkerbombshell]

Rules Free Radio Nov 19 2024

Tuesdays 2pm - 5pm  EST Rules Free Radio With Steve  Caplan bombshellradio.com On this next Rules Free Radio Encore Flashback November 2022 with Steve Caplan, we'll hear new music by Boston’s Jay All and The Archcriminals, Heather Trost, Rayland Baxter, Quinn Christopherson, The Lone Bellow, a brand new single from Sunbirds. Also Fitz and The Tantrums, Jeb Loy Nichols, Gun, and a few more. Classics from Willie Nile, The Grateful Dead, Psychedelic Furs, Chuck Berry, Hubert Sumlin, Mercy Dee Walton, The Pretty Things-Yardbirds Blues Band, The Jasmine Minks, The Kennedys, The Mastersons, The Ramone, Lynne Arriale Trio, and Bryan Ferry. A listener request for Crack The Sky, plus a bunch more.  Chuck Berry - Beautiful Delilah Hubert Sumlin (w/James Cotton, Little Mike & The Hurricanes) - Bring Your Love To Me Mud Morganfield - Short Dressed Woman Mercy Dee Walton - Romp and Stomp Blues The Pretty Things-Yardbird Blues Band- Long Tall Shorty Joe Beard (w/ Duke Robillard and Friends - Give Up And Let Me Go Billy Branch & Hubert Sumlin - Take You Down Town John Primer - My Sugar Mama Willie Nile - Vagabond Moon The Psychedelic Furs - Pretty In Pink The Ramones - She's A Sensation Jay Allen and the Archcriminals - Be Mine Tonight Mike Wilhelm & The Frisco Jammers - Chimes of freedom Gun - Backstreet Brothers Bryan Adams - Summer of '69 Suburban Key Party - Funhouse Crack The Sky - She's A Dancer Heather Trost - Despoina Aoife Nessa Frances - Geranium Rayland Baxter - Graffiti Street Quinn Christopherson - Uptown Bryan Ferry - Day For Night Sunbirds - Every Road The Grateful Dead - Uncle John's Band Darden Smith & Boo Hewerdine - Out Of This World The Lone Bellow - Unicorn The Mastersons - Eyes Open Wide The Flamin Groovies - it won't be wrong The Jasmine Minks - don't wait too long The Kennedys - Perfect Love Fitz and the Tantrums - Steppin’ On Me The Christine Spero Group - Blackpatch Steely Dan - FM (No Static At All) Bill Frisell - Claude Utley Hermanos Gutiérrez - Los Chicos Tristes Jeb Loy Nichols - Big Troubles Come In Through A Small Door Michael Franks - Living On The Inside Lynne Arriale Trio -  Hope John Martyn - Head and Heart Ray Wilson - Alone Mark Knopfler - A Place Where We Used To Live Read the full article

[clubmusicweb]

El 16 de septiembre de 2011 muere a los 75 años el bluesman Willie “Big Eyes” Smith

El 16 de septiembre de 2011 muere a los 75 años el bluesman Willie “Big Eyes” Smith, en Chicago (Estados Unidos), a causa de un derrame cerebral. Tenía 75 años. Nacido en Helena, Arkansas, se trasladó a Chicago con 17 años. Aunque comenzó como intérprete de armónica, la gran demanda de bateristas le llevó a especializarse en la batería. En 1955 tocó la armónica en la versión que Bo Diddley grabó…

[dxsturbia]

And my momma was a savage

nigga I got this shit from Willa

[jedivoodoochile]

MUDDY WATERS (aka McKinley Morganfield) with one of his earliest records, in the 1940s, in Chicago.

His sound was exciting. In the decades to come he took his solo country blues and gospel bottleneck guitar style and plugged it in, making some of the most vital, elemental and influential music of all time.

His earliest sessions were with Alan Lomax. He went on to move to Chicago and record with Chess & Aristocrat Records teaming up with Willie Dixon, Little Walter, Jimmy Rogers, Willie Big Eyes Smith and many others to forge the prototype of great Chicago Blues.

WORLD'S #1 SOURCE of new Nationals and more: www.catfishkeith.com/national-guitars/

Photo thanks to Ramon del Solo. Thanks to Jim Clay too.

[yessadirichards]

Indiana JonIndiana Jones: Six things to knowes: Six things to know

CANNES

Indiana Jones turned archeology into a swashbuckling adventure of snake pits and lost treasures.

As 80-year-old Harrison Ford dons the beat-up fedora and ever-trusty whip for a fifth and final outing in "Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny", premiering at the Cannes Film Festival on Thursday, here are six facts about one of the world's best-loved movie heroes:

Born in Hawaii

Fittingly for the globetrotting Indy, whose escapades have taken him from the Himalayas to Shanghai nightclubs, the project was born in Hawaii. It was there, lounging on a Maui beach in 1977, that George Lucas and Steven Spielberg mulled ideas to follow their respective hits, "Star Wars" and "Jaws".

The beach brainstorms would make movie history.

Produced by Lucas and directed by Spielberg, 1981's "Raiders of the Lost Ark" was a triumph at the box office and scooped four Oscars.

Two sequels -- "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom" (1984) and "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" (1989) -- built a legend that has inspired theme parks, video games and mountains of merchandise.

A fourth outing nearly two decades later, "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" brought the combined box office takings to nearly $2 billion.

Dog's name

The inspiration behind the character came from both real and imaginary sources.

There was the archeologist Hiram Bingham who discovered Machu Picchu, Tintin creator Herge, and Clint Eastwood's Westerns.

As for the name, Lucas first chose Indiana Smith -- changed to "Jones" by Spielberg -- taking the first part from his Alaskan Malamute pet dog, already the inspiration for Chewbacca in "Star Wars".

Bond without the gadgets

Although Spielberg dreamed of directing a James Bond film, Lucas insisted part of Indy's appeal was that this hero would be a "Bond without the gadgets".

There would be no explosive watches or Aston Martins with ejectable seats -- Indy would triumph with ropes, knives and ingenuity.

He bore all the hallmarks of a classic Lucas-Spielberg character: a geeky hero with a comical, ironic side, whose affairs with women were more complicated than any Bond-style conquests.

Spielberg's comeback

While the Indiana Jones project was brewing, Spielberg was on the back foot after his film, "1941", flopped.

He was also gaining a reputation as a big-spending director who ran overtime and could be tyrannical on set, even leaving two days early from the filming of "Jaws", fearing his team would try to drown him, such was his unpopularity.

Lucas's project marked a career turning point for Spielberg -- proving he could work fast, on time, in budget, and with big success.

Ford not first choice

Spielberg wanted Ford, but Lucas was reluctant to re-use his lead actor from "Star Wars", from which he wanted a break.

Nick Nolte, Jeff Bridges and Bill Murray were considered before the spotlight settled on Tom Selleck, but the mustachioed charmer had already signed up for TV detective show "Magnum, PI".

Later, thousands of actresses tried out for the role of Willie in the second film, including Sharon Stone, but it finally went to Kate Capshaw.

Capshaw did not go on to a glittering Hollywood career, but she did become Mrs Spielberg in 1991.

Eye of the cobra

Indy's extreme fear of snakes, or ophidiophobia, has been a frequent plot point.

For the classic scene in which Indy falls into a pit full of the slithering reptiles, Spielberg did not hold back on the props: 6,500 live cobras, plus a few bits of watering hoses.