June 2011
7 posts
I just got back from a funeral. See in the south, especially the old southern churches, a funeral is seen as a celebration of life and the departed’s ascension to heaven. For this reason, most of the time they’re called home going celebrations. Now the question is what does this have to do with Walkin’ Blues by Robert Johnson. Long story. If you’ve ever been to a black baptist church in the summer on a Sunday or during 4 night revival tour, you’ll understand that they are everything but quiet. Without the fear of sounding to cliche, it honestly is some of the most beautiful and engaging music that I have ever heard. I swear to you, you haven’t heard anyone sing until you’ve heard a 70 year old church mother sing “By and By”. There’s also a percussion that comes from when you’re in a really old southern black church and everyone is stomping on the ground to the rhythm of a song. Anyway old style delta blues and blues in general owes itself to old slave hymns and southern baptist hymns that were sung in the fields and churches. Whenever I go to the country I always envision that old man sitting on the porch with an old Martin and a slide, going at it with the heat. That’s the good stuff.
Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness.
Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness.
Thereby you can be the director of the opponents fate.
-Sun Tzu, The Art of War
I got this out of a book I’ve been reading for a while now. It’s true. I mean how many people do you know that have made a complete ass of themselves because they tried to run down a list of unnecessary accomplishments to prove that they are something special? I mean seriously, who here needs to know that you were top ranked in your accelerated reader program in elementary school? Better yet who asked? See I like to hold all the cards and only show em’ if they’re needed. Modesty is one of the best policies.
That lowliness is young ambition’s ladder” —William Shakespeare, Julius Ceasar