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Τρίτη, 16 Ιανουαρίου 2018

LITTERATURE-ΛΟΓΟΤΕΧΝΙΑ -Muddy Waters,bluesman,Αpologie- ΚΕΙΜΕΝΑ-TEXTS-Χ.Ν.Κουβελης[C.N.Couvelis}

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LITTERATURE-ΛΟΓΟΤΕΧΝΙΑ
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ΚΕΙΜΕΝΑ-TEXTS-Χ.Ν.Κουβελης[C.N.Couvelis}
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Muddy Waters,bluesman-χ.ν.κουβελης c.n.couvelis

Muddy Waters,bluesman,Αpologie-χ.ν.κουβελης c.n.couvelis

Theres no way in the world I can feel the same blues the way I used to. When I play
 in Chicago, Im playing up-to-date, not the blues I was born with. People should hear
the pure blues - the blues we used to have when we had no money.
I stone got crazy when I saw somebody run down them strings with a bottleneck.
My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and I said that I had to learn.
Saturday night is your big night. Everybody used to fry up fish and have one hell
of a time. Find me playing till sunrise for 50 cents and a sandwich. And be glad of
it. And they really liked the low-down blues.
That Mississippi sound, that Delta sound is in them old records. You can hear it all
the way through.
I been in the blues all my life. I'm still delivering 'cause I got a long memory
I got up one Christmas morning and we didn't have nothing to eat. We didn't have an
apple, we didn't have an orange, we didn't have a cake, we didn't have nothing.
I rambled all the time. I was just like that, like a rollin' stone.
Man, you don't know how I felt that afternoon when I heard that voice and it was my
own voice.
Oh, I started out young. They handed me a cotton sack when I was about 8 years old.
Give me a little small one, tell me to fill it up. I never did like the farm but I was out
there with my grandmother, didn't want to get away from around her too far.
I went to school, but they didn't give you too much schooling because just as soon
as you was big enough, you get to working in the fields. I guess I was a big boy for
my age.
Our little house was way back in the country. We had one house close to us, and hell
the next one would've been a mile. If you got sick, you could holler and wouldn't
nobody hear you.
I was messing around with the harmonica... but I was 13 before I got a real good note
out of it.
I was always singing the way I felt, and maybe I didn't exactly know it, but I just didn't like
the way things were down there-in Mississippi.
Robert Johnson? No, I didn't know him, personally.
Of course that was my idol, Son House. I think he did a lot for the Mississippi slide down there.
My blues are so simple, but so few people can play it right

στο Σικαγο παιζω τα συγχρονα,οχι τα  blueς με τα οποια γεννηθηκα,στους ανθρωπους
αρεσει ν΄ακουνε τα γνησια blues,εκεινα που παιζαμε οταν δεν ειχαμε λεφτα,τρελλαθηκα
οταν ειδα καποιον να χτυπα τις χορδες με τον σπασμενο λαιμο ενος μπουκαλιου,τα ματια
μου φωτιστηκαν σαν χριστουγεννιατικο δεντρο κι ηθελα οπωσδηποτε να μαθω να παιζω
ετσι,τοτε παιζαμε ολη τη νυχτα μεχρι το ξημερωμα για 50 σεντς κι ενα σαντουιτς,μ'αρεσε
να παιζω,τον ηχο του Δελτα του Μισσισσιππι ακομα τον εχω ζωντανο στ'αυτια μου,απο
τοτε που θυμαμαι ολη μου η ζωη blues,στη μνημη μου εχω τα blues,καποια χριστουγεννα
δεν ειχαμε τιποτα να φαμε,ουτ'ενα μηλο,ουτ'ενα πορτοκαλι,ουτ'ενα γλυκο,τιποτα,
συνεχεια  περιπλανιομουν,ημουνα σαν μια πετρα που κυλαει,δεν μπορεις να φανταστεις
τι αισθανθηκα εκεινη τη μερα,εκεινο το απογευμα που ακουσα εκεινη τη φωνη κι εκεινη η
φωνη ηταν η δικη μου φωνη,ημουνα οχτω χρονων οταν μου'δωσαν  ενα μεγαλο σακι να το
γεμισω βαμβακι,δεν μ'αρεσε η ζωη στις φυτειες,αλλα δεν ηθελα να παρατησω τη γιαγια
μου,Della Jones,και να φυγω μακρυα,μ'αρεσε το σχολειο,αλλα δεν πηγα πολυ,γιατι οταν
μεγαλωνες επρεπε να δουλεψεις στα χωραφια,κι εγω,νομιζω,ημουνα μεγαλος για την
ηλικια μου,το σπιτι μας ηταν μικρο κι ηταν απομακρυσμενο στην εξοχη,αλλα σπιτια δεν
ηταν κοντα,το πιο κοντινο θα ηταν ενα μιλι αποσταση, αν αρρωστενες και φωναζες
κανενας δεν θα σ'ακουγε,πασχιζα με μια φυσαρμονικα να μαθω,αλλα μετα τα 13 κατα-
φερα να βγαλω μια σωστη νοτα απ'αυτη,παντα τραγουδαω με τον τροπο που εγω αισθα-
νομαι,κι αυτο,ισως,δεν το ξερω ακριβως,τον Robert Johnson δεν τον γνωρισα προσωπικα,
το ειδωλο μου ηταν ο Son House,εγω,νομιζω,πως προσφερε πολλα,τα blues μου ειναι
απλα,αλλα πολλοι λιγοι μπορουν να τα παιξουν σωστα
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Muddy Waters - Blow Wind Blow
Muddy Waters plays Blow Wind Blow. This was probably live in 1976 in Dortmund,
Germany.
The band consists of Muddy Waters on vocal/guitar, Bob Margolin on Guitar, Willie "Big
Eyes" Smith on drums, Jerry Portnoy on Harmonica and Luther "guitar" Johnson on guitar.
https://youtu.be/Eu3CbGyKgiA


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Muddy Waters - Mannish Boy (1978)
http://dai.ly/x4ujp0

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Muddy Waters - Long Distance Call 1968 (live)
https://youtu.be/Kl1RZVGrkhc


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