Story of a bluesman, for my friend John who put me in touch with this awesome man's music. |
"Hey Mr. Pinetop Perkins I got a question for you How'd you write that first boogie woogie The one they named after you" -"Hey Mr. Pinetop Perkins", performed by Perkins and Angela Strehli A singer once said of an old soft shoe, "He looked to me to be the eyes of age, as he spoke right out." He sung of the performer's tough life, wandering through lost love and strife. He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he pulled weary bones onto a stool, He flexed and limbered wrinkled, worn hands, and pulled tunes from keys, black and white, slipping them out into the Mississippi night. As he spoke right out, doing his own boogie woogie, Pinetop played on his baby grand, The last great bluesman, from the Delta up to Cheyenne. He sung of the performer's tough life, in a time-worn voice. He brought home sadness to my eager ears, that I won't forget for years. Wandering through lost love and strife, magic fingers danced around. A story in every note, a tear in every bar, Pinetop, a legend, near and far. "Hey Mr. Pinetop Perkins I got a question for you How'd you write that first boogie woogie The one they named after you" -"Hey Mr. Pinetop Perkins", performed by Perkins and Angela Strehli http://www.cnn.com/2011/SHOWBIZ/Music/03/22/pinetop.perkins.obit/index.html?hpt=... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinetop_Perkins |