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The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59 Call Me Ishmael: Taking the Piss since April 2009
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Works for me.
If it had not been for the hat one would have had difficulty in comprehending all the nuances.
Good one, Mr I. Who is he? Another one I had never heard of.
Kelly Joe Phelps, mr mongoose, we featured here, must be five years ago; then he was a dazzling slide player and picker who outshone Messieurs Cooder and Thompson in both technique and style. Since then he has undergone an epiphany and released an album of bluesily-reworked hymns and songs of redemption, Guide me, Oh, thou Great Jehovah, being a delight.
Although he can play those old country and Delta blues styles, his current style, as you can see from this, is a bit more idiosyncratic and deeply personal; this lyric, once I understood it, had my tears rolling down, hope awakened, optimism unslayed.
I rediscovered him while searching for versions of Buckets of Rain, of which there are many, as you would expect, and found myself immersed for a couple of hours in his wondrous creativity. May his God bless him, further.
There is a lot of him on youtube, try Great Redeemer and the stuff clustered around it, or find the Evensong, here, from before-before.
I have tried, mr alphons, but I do not understand the nuancing hat reference.
Due to a number attention seekers in my workplace (Everybody listen to me! Everybody listen to me!)I had to listen to this more than once to hear properly the lyric.
Certainly a thoughtful heartfelt soliloquy. I shall listen more attentively to some of the other stuff at home.
Thanks.
i faced no distractions, mr doug shoulders, yet still had to listen a couple of times; a modest man, Phelps, and this, I feel, is simply the best such that I have heard in a long time.
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