14 February 2019

Hoodoo You, Love

It's that time again. Happy St. Valentine's Day from Ellas Otha Bates (McDaniel) aka Bo Diddley. And don't forget to Hoodoo Your Love!

First, the ORIGINAL:



Now, the COVERS. My favorite first, from The Woolies—Detroit!!:



Killer version from Dr. Feelgood, too—Wilko!!:



This is probably the biggest, most well-known cover from George Thorogood—and it's most def thoroughgood:



Giant Sand tearing into it:



Some straight up Rock 'n Rolling from The Milkshakes:



Guaranteed to garner some hate, The Doors:


Live version from The Band's The Last Waltz (with Ronnie Hawkins):



If you're feeling self-indulgent, here's a Quicksilver Messenger Service performance. Psychedelic, man:



Ladies and Gentlemen, The Morlocks:



From Down Under, Oz-land: The Hoodoo Gurus lighting it up:



And in glorious Shoegaze style, it's The Jesus & Mary Chain:



Robin Thrush, Jr.'s noodling version:



Townes Van Zandt with a country folk version:



And you didn't think someone would do a Prog version, well you would be wrong. The Misunderstood:



How about UFO:



Tom Rush:



From A Group Called Smith:


Here's Johnny Winter, a real player:



Some Rockin' from The Preachers:



Brian Curran did a version:



Here's kind of a cool karaoke version by Ken Tamplin Vocal Academy:



Juicy Lucy, getting hard:



And from the Randy Bachman/Burton Cummings 100% Canadian Content Jukebox:



Dutch Mason, killin' it Rockabilly style, yo:



Santana style:



Barb Jungr. Moar of this!



Listen to Paul Roland:



Rory Gallagher, shredding:



Golden Earring did a live version:



And lastly, here's the master himself with some guy from some other band:





06 February 2019

A Heart Not Necessarily Left Though Certainly Lent

I'm somewhat embarrassed to admit I've never been to the Bay Area. Until now. San Francisco is one of this country's great cities. I connected with friends I haven't seen in decades, friends who acted as personal tour guides as we caught up on each others' lives. Great food, great coffee, decent beer. Dined at friends' homes in Alameda, Oakland, Berkeley, and Richmond Point, as well as restaurants in Chinatown and several places in the city. In my four days there, I walked a tad over 25 miles. I'm not ashamed to say I enjoyed being a tourist and doing touristy things for a few days. For example, I learned the original name of San Francisco was Yerba Buena, which translates to 'Mint' or, more literally, Good Herb. Did not know that! Of course, with the legalization of marijuana in California, that whole 'Good Herb' thing takes on a whole new twist. Next visit, I can get deeper. Here's a few snaps. [As always, click pic to embiggen slide show.]
A rising sun limns the canyonlands en route.
The skeletal remains of a buried giant?
Mono Lake from the sky. A different perspective.
Buster Posey, Canine Operating Officer, greets me in my hotel room. SF Giants catcher from ATL.
Sunset drinks at Land's End. Camera Obscura. Vertigo setting.
Fern, Moss, Redwoods: Muir Woods.
Tram through Fishermans Wharf.
They're scarier than the look. Mechanical brakes, steep hills. Be prepared!
Arch frames ship. Prime selfie spot.
Num num num.
It is what it says it is.
Yes. This is what I've been trying to tell you.
And more of this, please!
Botanical Gardens, Golden Gate Park.
A sacred site.
Note the birds, man.
Note the graffiti from the 1969 Indian takeover.
Inside.
Down on the Bay.
Berkeley by Night.