...saudades do trio de keith jarrett...

...saudades de sua alteza...

não, não é mentira, o senhor hiland sabe o que são os azuis.

d e s c u b r a
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d i f e r e n ç a s :





a) o espião na versão final que veio a integrar o disco:




b) o espião numa versão rejeitada nas sessões de gravação:



i'm a spy in the house of love
i know the dream that you're dreamin' of
i know the word that you long to hear
i know your deepest secret fear
i'm a spy in the house of love
i know the dream that you're dreamin' of
i know the word that you long to hear
i know your deepest secret fear
i know everything
everything you do
everywhere you go
everyone you know

i'm a spy in the house of love
i know the dream that you're dreamin' of
i know the word that you long to hear
i know your deepest secret fear
i know your deepest secret fear
i know your deepest secret fear
i'm a spy 
i can see
what you do
and i know

os calhaus rolantes num clássico de eddie taylor, aqui com mais adrenalina

(e miss stewart a guiar um mustang azul, como não podia deixar de ser...)

{ good time blues }

como prometido, aqui fica o meu azul preferido de chuck berry.

como pai do rock&roll, chuck berry nunca esqueceu as raízes e, à sua maneira,

 escreveu alguns azuis com piada. este é um deles (...e para a semana há mais)

um dos grandes azuis de willie dixon fecha o novíssimo disco dos rolling stones. 
para dinossauros que começaram por ser uma blues band de teenagers, há que admitir que ainda não esqueceram nada.

este azul já por aqui apareceu, mas hoje recordei-o, pela voz incomparável da grande ella.

My mama done tol' me when I was in pigtails


My mama done tol' me, "Hon,


A man's gonna sweet talk and give ya the big eye


But when the sweet talkin's done

A man is a two-face


A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing


The blues in the night"

Now the rain's a-fallin'


Hear the train's a callin', whooee


My mama done tol' me


Hear that lonesome whistle


Blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee!

My mama done tol' me, a-whooee-ah-whooee


Ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin'


Back th' blues in the night


The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'


And the moon'll hide it's light


When you get the blues in the night

Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing


The saddest kind o' song


He knows things are wrong


And he's right

From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe


Wherever the four winds blow


I been to some big towns an' heard me some big talk


But there is one thing I know

That a man's a two-face


A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing


The blues in the night

uma das cenas mais marcantes em "the color purple" é este grande azul, escrito por quincy jones e cantado por tata vega (e não a actriz que faz play-back no filme, margaret avery) e dedicado à estreante whoopi no grande papel de miss celie.





[ …e, se quiseres arriscar e tentar cantar como uma sistaa… ]

um dia não são dias, e nem todos os dias são iguais. 
mas é sempre às segundas-feiras que recebo um convite para os azuis 
(infelizmente nem sempre com esta banda sonora).

quando, há muitos anos, passei aqueles estranhos dias em new orleans, quis muito assistir a um funeral. e uma tarde, ia eu pela toulouse street, quando vejo passar um cortejo fúnebre. soube depois que se tratava do funeral da mãe de um dos membros da banda que ia a tocar. e lá fui: acompanhei-os até ao cemitério de st. louis, onde depois tocaram isto. nunca mais esqueci.

I went down to St. James infirmary, saw my baby there

She was stretched out on a long, white table, so cold, so sweet, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be

She can look this wide world over, but she'll never find a sweet man like me

When I die bury me in straight laced shoes, I want a boxback coat and a Stetson hat

Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain, so the boys will know that I died standin' pat

este é um espiritual negro que se tornou um dos clássicos incontornáveis do universo gospel, mas aqui - neste especial televisivo gravado ao vivo numa verdadeira estação ferroviária - a irmã rosetta tharpe transforma-o maravilhosamente numa espécie de rhythm&blues. continua a ser uma delícia poder reviver a sua energia contagiante.

Didn't it rain, children


Talk 'bout rain, oh, my Lord


Didn't it, didn't it, didn't it oh my Lord


Didn't it rain?

It rained 40 days, 40 nights without stopping


Noah was glad when the rain stopped dropping


Knock at the window, a knock at the door


Crying brother Noah can't you take on more


Noah cried no, you're full of sin


God got the key and you can't get in

Just listen how it's rainin'


Will you listen how it's rainin'


Just listen, how it's rainin'


All day, all night


All night, all day

Just listen how it's rainin'

Some moaning, some groaning


Some groaning, some praying


Well, a whole
 didn't it rain till dawn


Rain on my Lord

Didn't it, didn't it, oh


Oh, my Lord
 didn't it rain

Ooh, God sent a raven to spread the news


To hoist his wings and away he flew


And to the north, and to the south


And to the east, and to the west


All day, all night, all night, all day

Well just listen how it's rainin'


Oh, listen how it's rainin'

Some prayin', some cryin'


Some runnin', some moanin'


Will you listen how it's rainin'


Just listen how it's rainin'

Didn't it rain, children


Rain on my Lord


Didn't it, oh my Lord, didn't it rain

acompanhado ao piano por paul shaffer, bill murray tem francamente piada nesta cover do velho clássico de sammy cahn. vale a pena a comparação com dean martin. 

The jingle bells are jingling

The streets are white with snow

The happy crowds are mingling

But there's no one that I know

I'm sure that you'll forgive me

If I don't enthuse

I guess I've got the Christmas blues

I've done my window shopping

There's not a store I've missed

But what's the use of stopping

When there's no one on your list

You'll know the way I'm feeling

When you love and you lose

I guess I've got the Christmas blues

When somebody wants you

Somebody needs you

Christmas is a joy of joy

But friends when you're lonely

You'll find that it's only

A thing for little girls and little boys

May all your days be merry

Your seasons full of cheer

But 'til it's January

I'll just go and disappear

Oh Santa may have brought you some stars for your shoes

But Santa only brought me the blues

Those brightly packaged tinsel covered Christmas blues

já aqui apareceu o original de willie dixon. hoje é a vez da grande cover dos led zeppelin, incluída no seu lp de estreia. 
é curioso que me lembro perfeitamente de ver o disco em casa de amigos mais velhos, por causa do zeppelin em chamas e a preto&branco (tinha eu dez anos).

voltou a chuva - e um pequeno (grande) azul de jay bee.



slow down, slow down

let JB step on board

i just wanna ride your train

one time before you go

you’r ‘bout the sweetest little girl

i believe i ever seen

and if i had you by my side

it would mean so much to me

i been a hobo, i been a hobo

mind you, all of my life

don’t matter world i go

i’m never satisfied

slow down, slow down

let me step on board

i just wanna ride your train

one time before you go

não se sabe exactamente a origem deste azul. big joe williams gravou várias versões a partir de 1935, acústicas e simples. a primeira tentativa "eléctrica" é esta, de muddy waters com little walter na harmónica. acabou por ser verdadeiramente seminal: há covers de lightnin' hopkins, john lee hooker, big bill broonzy, van morrison e os them, e até grupos como os ac/dc e os aerosmith...

Baby, please don't go, down to New Orleans


You know I love you so



Before I be your dog


I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone




Turn your lamp down low


I beg you all night long, baby, please don't go



You brought me way down here


'bout to Rolling Forks, you treat me like a dog



Baby, please don't go, back the New Orleans


I beg you all night long




Before I be your dog


I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone

You know your man down gone


To the country farm, with all the shackles on

repete-se o azul da semana passada, escrito por james columbus mcshann nos anos quarenta, 
aqui numa versão gravada com t-bone walker no final dos anos sessenta. 
quase um convite a descobrir as sete diferenças.

os rolling stones começaram por gravar covers dos seus heróis americanos, gente do rhythm&blues e do rock'n'roll. 
é o caso deste azul, escrito nos anos quarenta por jay mcshann, aqui recriado com uma profundidade pouco comum 
para uns novatos no seu ano de estreia.

Baby here I stand before you

With my heart in my hand

I put it to you mama

Hoping that you'll understand

Oh, baby, mama, please don't dog me 'round

Yeah I would rather love you, baby

Than anyone else I know in town

This is my confession, mama

And it's sung by all your song

It proves that I'm in heaven, mama

When you hold me in your arms

Well, baby, can I have you for myself

Yeah, if I can't have you, baby

I don't want nobody else

Well, baby, don't you want a man like me

Well, baby, don't you want a man like me

Yeah, think about your future, baby
Forget about what you used to be