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AC/DC:n The Jack voisi pudota hyvin tuommoisena akustisena tunnelmapalana.
 
Mulle aivan outo biisi, miltä levyltä löytyy? Ei sulta satu löytyyn sitä mp3:na?
 
Yleisenä kommenttina vielä tähän väliin, että tarkoitus ei ole väen väkisin alkaa vääntää bluusia jostain tutusta biisistä vaan löytää tuollaiselle kokonpanolle monipuolista soitettavaa niin ettei yleisön mielenkiinto ainakaan materiaalivalinnan vuoksi lopahtaisi heti kolmannen biisin jälkeen.
 
Itselläni oli alkuun mielessä etsiä jotain vähemmälle huomiolle jääneitä bluesartisteja, joiden tuotannosta voisi poimia esille unohtuneita helmiä. Esim. Wynonie Harrisin nelkytluvun roisit jump biisit vois kolahtaa humaltuneeseen baarikansaan. Keep on churning till the butter comes tuli ihan ekaks tosta tyylilajista mieleen.
 
Hmmm. Mitäs mieltä raati on, voisikohan tuon Wynonie Harris teeman ympärille kerätä aiheeseen sopivista biiseistä koostuvan kokonaisuuden?
 
Niille jotka ei tiedä mistä nyt puhutaan niin tässä on pientä biontynkää tuosta 40-50 luvun alan miehestä.
 
"If ever there were one individual who lived,breathed, ate,drank and brushed his teeth with rock and roll,who quite literally provided the blueprint for it's conception,and was the embodiment of the excessive,over the top,take no prisoners,live fast,die young and leave a good looking corpse lifestyle you would think he'd be cutting the ribbon to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame's entrance. He was the self proclaimed 'Mr Blues'and you better believe that that no-one rocked,shouted,danced,and lived more EXUBERANTLY the life that his song titles suggested. His records gleefully celebrated the hard drinking,womanizing, life that he led and only hinted at the outrageous profanity laden and sexually explicit live shows that he torn down in roadhouses all along the chitlin circuit.I'm talking about the often imitated,never duplicated and ALWAYS inebriated WYNONIE HARRIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
I Love My Babys Pudding, Keep on Churning Till the Butter Comes, Quiet Whiskey,Sittin; On It All The Time,Lollipop Mama,Bloodshot Eyes,Good Morning Judge and The Deacon Don't Like It ,all embody the lewd and lascivious character that Harris created for himself in the 1940's. Now we're talking about an era in which one of the most popular records in America was about sitting under the apple tree and here was an arrogant, brash, and dynamic black performer singing with infectuous good humor to the judge that he 'didn't know her pop was a city cop and she was just 13'!!! The apple he was offering this tweener was more like the one that opened ol' Adams eyes awhile back! Most white folks weren't listening during the seven year run when his records were burning up the race charts and a creating an indelible impression on everyone who witnessed his incendiary performances. They weren't listening to the risque lyrics that were the testimony of a man who intended to deliver on all the promises they suggested. They weren't there when he prowled the stage and commanded the attention of every man,and flirted with dangerous intention to the best looking women in the audience.
But one man was. And he payed attention. Careful attention.. Those who were there say this man studied his moves,his gyrations, and the powerful delivery that propelled Wynonie's songs to 16 top ten hits on the black charts between 1945 and 1952. And when the time was right, that man sauntered into the Sun Records studio and layed down the track that would forever change the face of popular music and create a phenomenom that became known as rock and roll. That man was Elvis Presley and that song was 'Good Rockin' Tonight'. A song that Wynonie Harris recorded in 1948 and brought to the top of the r'n'b charts. And Wynonie's is still the definitive version hands down.
Wynonie Harris should be a household name and have all the recognition and fame of his contemporaries in this genre that he helped create. He should have died a millionaire with magazines and movie studios bidding for the rights for his recollections and colorful life story. He died penniless in 1969 at the age of 56 and was buried in a multi-layered grave with three unknown occupants to keep the costs of his funeral down. He ate, drank, lived,died and virtually invented the thing we call rock and roll.
But Jackson Brown is in the Hall of Fame and he isn't.
James Taylor is in the Hall of Fame and he isn't.
The O'Jays are in the Hall of Fame and he isn't.
When you are standing at the alter of TRUE Rock and Roll you are occupying a sacred ground. Wynonie was answering to a higher call than most and he delivered the goods.
Every time.
'HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS?!!? THERE"S GOOD ROCKIN' TONIGHT!!!!'
And how and amen. Wynonie's gone but his party rocks on.
Look,Listen,Learn,and Live. Wynonie Harris.The TRUE godfather of rock and roll. "