18 de junio de 2020 |
La banda «Canned Heat»
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La banda maldita del blues blanco
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Alberto Herrera nos trae hoy la trágica história de la banda Canned Heat. Una banda de blues rock y boogie rock formada en Los Ángeles en 1965. La importancia de este grupo no solo reside en su música basada en el blues, sino también en sus esfuerzos para reintroducir y revivir las carreras de algunos grandes bluesmen, así como sus habilidades para la improvisación.
Alan Wilson ayudó a redescubrir al cantante de blues Son House, acompañándole en su álbum de retorno en 1965. El grupo, que también se encontraba bien equipado, buscaba un contrato con la compañía Liberty Records, a través de la personalidad de Albert Collins, conocido bluesero.
El álbum con el que debutaron, Canned Heat, se grabó poco después de su aparición en 1967 en el Festival Pop de Monterrey. Adolfo de La Parra (8 de febrero de 1946, Ciudad de México) remplazó a Frank Cook en la batería para su segundo álbum, Boogie with Canned Heat. Este álbum tuvo más éxito, debido al hit «On the Road Again». En 1969 realizaron el inconsistente álbum doble Livin' the Blues. A pesar de ello, les dio un nuevo éxito, «Going Up The Country», una canción construida alrededor del tema de Henry "Ragtime Texas" Thomas de los años 20, llamado "Bull Doze Blues"(frecuentemente citado como el "Bulldozerblues"). El guitarrista Harvey Mandel remplazo a Henry Vestine de 1969 a 1970. La banda apareció en agosto de 1969 en el ya legendario Festival de Música y Arte de Woodstock, participando en el filme y el álbum.
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Canned Heat - "Sandy's blues"
Sandy's blues
I need you, babe, yeah, you know it's true
I need a woman that won't play me for no fool
When things go wrong, yeah, baby
Yeah, child, sometimes I cry for you
Yeah, babe, I'm gonna cry for you
A man needs a woman to tell his troubles to
I swear don't you know, babe, yes, it's you
When things go wrong, yeah, baby, yeah
Yeah, child, I cry for you
Don't you know I love you, baby? I'm gonna cry for you
You've got a good woman, I want you to take her everywhere you go
Please, treat her kind and gentle, babe, just so she'll know
When things go wrong, yeah, baby
Yeah, babe, I'm gonna cry for you
I'm gonna shed real tears, child, I'm gonna cry for you
Now, won't you bring your pride close to me, now
We're all tellin' the truth now, darlin'
It's the blues now
Now, I want you all to stand up right now
And put your hands on the woman that you love
When things go wrong, yeah, baby
It's gonna, it's gonna make me cry for you
Yeah, child, I'm gonna cry for you
You know, people always askin' me
"'Big Fat, why you always sing a sad, sad song?"
Well, you know, I have me a little girl in Cleveland
You know, it's her that makes me sing this here song
I told her when you need somebody to call your own
I'll be your leanin' post when you come home
Just remember, darlin', when you get yourself together
Yeah, child, don't you know I'm gonna cry for you?
Don't you know, child, I'm gonna cry for you?
Well, that's my story
Yeah, I just told you, baby
Heed my warnin', hey
Loneliness won't be approved for you
When things go wrong, yeah, baby, I'll cry for you
Don't you know, child, I'm gonna cry for you?
Canned Heat - "Going up the Country"
Going up the Country
I'm goin' up the country, baby don't you want to go?
I'm goin' up the country, baby don't you want to go?
I'm goin' to some place, I've never been before
I'm goin' I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
All this fussin' and fightin' man, you know I sure can't stay
So baby pack your leavin' trunk
You know we've got to leave today
Just exactly where we're goin' I cannot say
But we might even leave the U.S.A.
It's a brand new game, that I want to play
No use in your runnin', or screamin' and cryin'
'Cause you got a home as long as I've got mine
Harley Davidson blues
I've got them broke down Harley Davidson blues
I started out with this basket case
I thought I'd made quite a find
I paid my money and took the thing home
Folks thought I was outta my mind
Cussin' and kickin' I got the thing runnin'
Headed down the road with my motor just a-gunnin'
There came a knockin' noise down by my shoe
I've got them broke down Harley Davidson blues
I pulled off the road and got to a station
And no one could figure out what in tarnation
Was makin' that knockin' noise down deep in her soul
So, I twisted and I tightened and pounded and turned
But the man shook his head and said
"Well, I think she's burned"
Sittin' by the road with a handful of screws
I've got the broke down Harley Davidson blues
Sittin' by the side ponderin' my fate
When up pulls a man, and I'm tryin' to look straight
Walked right up to me with a big old frown on his face
He said, "Boy, you get this here pile of junk
Low down rusty piece of funk
And call someone and have it moved from this place"
I've got them broke down Harley Davidson blues
"Say, boy, you got a license?
Sure hope you got papers on that thing
You don't have no warrants out on ya?"
"Uhh"
"Get this thing outta here, now hear?"
"Uh-huh"
"All of the way"
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