Crossroad Blues….

If you drive downtown in Hazelhurst, Mississippi, you may see a small memorial… or tombstone…. Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top paid for it….

It’s for Robert Johnson….

And… this… is for Tadpole….

The Crossroad in question is supposed to be somewhere on Highway 61…. North of Natchez…. South of the lobby of the Peabody Hotel in Memphis….

And this… is the Crossroad Blues….
Chicken-pickin’ Acoustic Guitar Intro. A bit of Dobro… just for fun….

I suppose that I should explain that Standard Dobro tuning is Open G of a different variety: GBDgbd. I played in Standard Dobro tuning with National Steel finger and thumb picks and a Dunlop Rail bar…. Don’t care for the Bullet bars particularly….

I guess that still leaves a few unanswered questions….

Do I need a singer…?
Do you know the lyrics…?
Can you sing it slow… and dirty…?

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A Haiku: Pondering Bashô’s Frog and an Ancient Pond… in an Einsteinian Universe… with Regards to String Theory… at the Moment of Creation…. by 1.

Can’t get the formatting right on this. WordPress does not allow adaptation of left justification….

This work is actually the poetic component of a visual project….
With an auditory component, as well.

Wright-Wang Extreme Mystery, Inc.

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Space-Time ripples¬…
P-LOP!!!
… Eternity’s edge…
frog springs…!
Ancient pond…
empty….

(the Borderlands, Lexington, Massachusetts.)

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Exposed Works

Trying to consolidate. Create a handy resource for folks who may be interested in reading… or listening… or experiencing… some of the Exposed Works….

This is a list of Songs… Lyrics… and Poems….

This lists includes the March and April catalog. Songs/Lyrics on page 1. Poems on page 2. Site is where they are originally Exposed.

Will add Stories and Prose/Opinions.

Piano Practice

Decided a while ago to just go back and start from the beginning….

Worked on the Blues Scale and understanding the fretboard better… and chord changes and melodies… and understanding the MUSIC of one of the songs I’m working on… but wasn’t really satisfied….

Haven’t really been dedicated to piano….
Like I should be….

And… piano… gives me a different perspective….

Guitar is more… longitudinal… and rhythmical….
I don’t play or compose like Tony Iommi of Black Sabbath for the most part; I don’t tend to think in straight 4/4 time: I tend to syncopate… or shuffle…. At least… most of the time….

Piano gives me a more vertical appreciation of the piece. The structure of the notes forming the chords are easier to see… and the changes in tone are easier to see….
Piano is a percussion instrument… so the nuances of that aspect are also more apparent… when I bother to look….

I haven’t spent much time studying bass lately. In fact… none at all….
Been doing some other things….

Anyway… I pulled out Bela Bartok’s Mikrokosmos… and hurriedly played through a few pieces….
Went much better than I anticipated. Sight-reading was never my forte….
Then I worked on Tchaikovsky’s Old French Song…. Noticed a few things I had never really seen… or heard before…. The chord structure….
After I warmed up with Free Bird, of course…. Made some changes to how I usually play that piece as well…. More… bluesy…. Honkey-Tonk-ey….

Having a plan… or a purpose… in what I am about to attempt to do… generally helps….
Even if I deviate… and get off course… immediately….
At least I have a bit of a road map of how to maybe get back on track….
If I get bored with what distracted me to begin with….

Finally… the Original Intent… Noir Jazz… “Jazzed” Version… Mister Sun’s and Madame Moon’s Blues….

Imagine this tune….
From the album titled: Blues, Bad News, Half-Truths and Other Abuses of Muses….
The “jazzed” version:

With these lyrics….

Mister Sun’s and Madame Moon’s Blues
by BaHR
14 January 2015 1414
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23 February 2015 0848
03 March 2015 1242

Mister Sun ain’t shinin’ (No!)
He’s hidin’ his face behind a cloud.
Madame Moon sure seems to be pinin’
An’ poutin’ like she ain’t too proud.
The whole sky sure seems to be cryin’…
Big ol’ teardrops are drippin’ down….
Ain’t it sad when you see your love dyin’…?
When frisky smiles fade into frowns….

But what are young lovers supposed to do…
When they feel their love’s fire startin’ to cool…?
Feel themselves fearin’ feelin’ like fools….
Hear themselves singin’…
Mister Sun’s and Madame Moon’s Blues….

Mister Sun starts to feel deflated….
He’s been workin’ like a dog….
Meanwhile Madame Moon is sittin’ there waitin’….
While she’s sharpenin’ her claws….
Now… he’s a henpecked husband
And she’s a bit of a prickly hen….
Somehow their sweet anticipation
Seems suddenly sour again….

It ain’t that anybody’s wrong….
It’s jus’ that they can’t seem to get along….
And… anyone can sing this song….
When you feel your feelin’s begin to feel just a little too strong!

Meanwhile… Mister Sun sure is wonderin’
Just how his hard earned money is spent….
And Madame Moon sits by herself… mumblin’…
Expressin’ her Lover’s Lament.
While each one contemplates divorce-
Steadfastly refusin’ to hug or kiss-
They seem to forget one option, of course…
Try to rekindle their marital bliss….

And… I guess that’s jus’ the way it goes….
Jus’ loves seemingly constant ebb and flow….
And… where it stops…? Nobody knows….
Just try to do your best not to step on anyone else’ toes!

So… I’d like to offer our two sinners
A little free marital advice….
Unless he loves bein’ a loser
And eatin’ cold T.V. dinners for life….
If Mister Sun wishes to be a winner…?
Well… he’d better listen… then make nicey-nice….
Then maybe he’ll come home to a hot dinner
And an even hotter wife!

It ain’t that anybody’s wrong….
It’s jus’ that ya’ll can’t seem to get along….
Like I said… anyone can sing this song….
When you feel your feelin’s begin to feel just a little too strong!

Now… Mister Sun is smilin’
And his face is all aglow.
And Madame Moon seem to be complyin’….
Baskin’ in love’s warm afterglow….
They finally found where their love was hidin’
Found that fire that they thought had gone cold.
And that heat is practic’ly fryin’….
Burnin’ deep in their hearts and their souls….

It ain’t that anybody’s wrong….
It’s jus’ that they can’t seem to get along….
He wants to just set there on his throne…
And that makes her feel she’s bein’ wronged….

Now… if you ain’t gettin’ good lovin’
And you’re that’s as good as love gets….
And you want your wife to stand at the oven
While you slide over to the sofa and sit….
Well… if that’s you idea of “givin’”…?
Then, Buster… you’d better be changin’ your tune…
Or… all too soon you’re likely to be livin’
Mister Sun’s and Madame Moon’s Blues….

THAT’S where this bus is headed….
A slow… sultry… noir… jazz… torch song….