These cats, early on in their career, felt like this.
Carl (ahem) Mr. Perkins was the one to bring it to light. Blind Lemon Jefferson wrote it, Carl (ahem Mr. Perkins) made it famous, due to his father's encouragement.
We are all better for that father/son bonding on that day.
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Yeah buddy. Rock-a-billy Blacky sings again.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how you find this stuff, but glad you do. Good one, bro.
ReplyDeleteGood stuff :-)
ReplyDeleteNice. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteI always find it comforting that George Harrison got out of his recording funk by going to a Carl Perkins reunion/worship. From that he started playing with Roy Orbison and we got The Traveling Wilburys. Good musicians listen to Perkins.
ReplyDeletei am a totally unapologetic orbison fan and love the interconnections of the guts and hearts of this " era" and genre of troubador....
ReplyDeletethanks for the great post
Mr. C…yes indeed it is always good to see Blackie being played. I read an interview of the roadie who was in charge of Blackie, to hear him tell it, he prayed everyday that something ELSE did not let go. At the end Eric played it and gave it to him and back in the box with padding.
ReplyDeleteSome inanimate objects take on a life of their own.
JadedJ…thanks for the compliment. Sometimes I impress myself. Something’s are true gifts. One must be ready to receive.
Intelli… you have a critical ear, thank you.
MRMacrum…first time commenting thank you for the visit and the nice thoughts. Please come back.
Susan…I did not know that. Carl (ahem) Mr. Perkins would get anybody out of a funk. George Harrison is perhaps underrated more than others.
Harlequin…Yes indeed, Mr. Orbison needs no apologies in this blog. What that man lived in his life is more than most could have handled.
To All Ya’ll…
This does not fit but I feel the need to say…
You can burn my house,
Steal my car,
Drink my liquor
From an old fruit jar.
Do anything that you want to do, but uh-hu,
Honey, lay off of my shoes
Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.
Don't gotta have the blues to like the blues. I'm not a Strat fan at all, unless it's being wailed upon by Clapton, or I'm listening to Stevie Ray Vaughan. I feel the same way about Teles, but Carl makes 'em sound good.
ReplyDeleteDoug...Ms Ella done told us:
ReplyDelete'T ain't what you bring it's the way that you
bring it
'T ain't what you swing it's the way that you
swing it
'T ain't what you sing)
it's the way that you sing it
(That's what gets results)