I was thinking of Stormy Monday in yet another context, but I don’t think it applies here.
But, it does give rise to a question. T-Bone Walker’s original version of the “Sunday” verse reads,
“Sunday I go to church,
Lord, and I kneel down to pray”
Van Morrison’s version is,
“Sunday I go to church,
And don’t listen to a thing they say”
Who’s “right?” (Feel free to interpret “right” however you’d like.)
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Skykomishonespews:
As a young guitarist, I backed up Cleanhead once when he played a gig at the University of Cincinnati student union building, and we played Stormy Monday. It was 1972, and I was a sophomore at the University College. He had a gig that evening at the Viking Lounge, on Vine Street across from the zoo, and he needed a ride down to his hotel after the UC gig, so I offered, and he accepted. He wanted me to stop on the way to buy a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20, which I did, and when we got to the hotel, he invited me in to drink, smoke reefer, bullshit, and jam, which I accepted. He was a very sharing guy and willing to show me some great blues and jazz riffs. It was quite the experience. I went to the Viking to catch his set that night, and he was so drunk he could barely play the set, but when he got going, it was unbelieveable. What a player, and like many great blues players, I think the alcohol got the best of him.
Colonel Jocko 'Biff' O'Hanrahanrahan (Ret.) spews:
Stormy Bald-headed Monday —
Don Joe spews:
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I was thinking of Stormy Monday in yet another context, but I don’t think it applies here.
But, it does give rise to a question. T-Bone Walker’s original version of the “Sunday” verse reads,
“Sunday I go to church,
Lord, and I kneel down to pray”
Van Morrison’s version is,
“Sunday I go to church,
And don’t listen to a thing they say”
Who’s “right?” (Feel free to interpret “right” however you’d like.)
Skykomishone spews:
As a young guitarist, I backed up Cleanhead once when he played a gig at the University of Cincinnati student union building, and we played Stormy Monday. It was 1972, and I was a sophomore at the University College. He had a gig that evening at the Viking Lounge, on Vine Street across from the zoo, and he needed a ride down to his hotel after the UC gig, so I offered, and he accepted. He wanted me to stop on the way to buy a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20, which I did, and when we got to the hotel, he invited me in to drink, smoke reefer, bullshit, and jam, which I accepted. He was a very sharing guy and willing to show me some great blues and jazz riffs. It was quite the experience. I went to the Viking to catch his set that night, and he was so drunk he could barely play the set, but when he got going, it was unbelieveable. What a player, and like many great blues players, I think the alcohol got the best of him.