Muddy the Waters: March 2011

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Sweet Home Kokomo

Recycled rhythm track, and an attempt at an improvised

lead...sweet home chi... I mean Kokomo... its the same track I

used for Bury Me on Highway 61...very much a work in progress as

I attempt to develop a vocal and lead guitar interplay...Buddy Guy

I ain't but something is emerging in the way of my own distinctive

style...off the wall as it is. Just think of me as the Banksy of youtube

video graffiti.....

Friday, March 4, 2011

03-01-2011 Bury Me on Highway 61.m4v

A dylaneque rocker with screaming guitars

and my first attempt at slide guitar (standard tuning)

on record. More reflections on mortality.

I got the beat...the beatnik blues..

While the Mississippi Delta blues is the melodic and harmonic mode I love the most I'm been having second thoughts about the country blues style as my true means of expression. My attempts all come out sounding like rock-a-billy or bad C&W anyway, which I'm happy with but it ain't the country blues or the urban blues and there's many others who do both much better than me. I'm finding more resonance with a slightly more jazz flavored talkin' style that is vaguely like the not so successful attempts of the beat poets....still exploring but I think I may have gotten the beatnik blues...philosophically for sure, artistically maybe...

Postmodern Metaphysics: What is does not have to be the case...

Quietly optimistic resistance to the tecnocrats is somehow still possible...the medium is now the only message, who controls the flow of information in the globalized network of electronic communication holds the power...only art can pass by the censors, so let's muddy the waters so the art of social criticism cannot be distinguished from the art that functions as the last claim of intellectual sensitivity of the economic power elite -- the art that is their status symbol, the only thing that provides an illusion that raw power is not all they crave, their only link to humanity and their only way of remaining human themselves so they are not totally devoured by their own game....