Sunday, 29 August 2010

Oh, my

I listened to this last night for the first time in a few years.

It astonishes me and, though I was in the company of a friend, it felt like a very singular, private moment, and I quietly wept a few tears.

7 comments:

Zhoen said...

That kind of blues so often seems like someone singing to themselves, not for an audience. Which draws me in, like overhearing a neighbor practicing an instrument, a mother singing a lullabye.

Alexandra MacVean said...

Umm....holy cow!! Blow away.

trousers said...

Zhoen, I think I know what you mean - I hesitate to use phrases like "purity of expression" because I think they're problematic for all sorts of reasons...but which may apply in rare cases like this.

Late and legendary dj John Peel was responsible for first making me aware of this. I think he called it a 20th Century landmark and - if that was actually the case - then I have to agree.

Sophia, I hope I'm right in thinking that your words are analogous to my own reaction to this piece.

Reading the Signs said...

I can see why, Trousers. No words, but something comes to utterance.

Carol said...

OMG I loved that!! That was utterly spellbinding!

C x

trousers said...

Signs, yes that's it I think. Stripped right down to a very bare and raw form of expression.

Carol, I'm very glad that you found it so :) x

Fire Byrd said...

There is something so profound about the blues. Maybe because it's the first music we white folk got to hear coming up from the slave trade. And the pain of their lives is still evident in the music of their sons.It reaches on so many levels and that for me is it's beauty.