Oooh you're a naughty mess

mens i is over da pale cheese disk (i believe globe is more accurate tho' don't sound as nice- moreover i fear these jours one must explain evvah-thang...chamone m'th'r-f'k'r)/ 've just discovered a rich vein of early chicago blues, which is basically the delta blues made electric and even sharper/ stunning/ george 'harmonica' smith, jb hutto and his hawks, buddy guy (d'course), earl hooker, the wolf, skip james, eddie boyd, earl hooker...the lyst goeth upon oond upon ooond upON/ i'm over the fucking spheres blood/ just when i think there's no more music out there for me to discover and to thrill me, something like this (usually) happens/ the blues has had such a prestigious history, patton, house, johnson, james, mctell, willie johnson in the early days, then wolf and of course the surviving early guys, then the cap., then the reclamation of blues in the ghettos of chicago/ what i find truly astounding is the sheer quality of output, every record heavy with emotion and excellent musicianship/ there's footage of jb and the hawks playing a tiny basement bar in chicago and the bassist plays his part with one hand on the fret whilst lighting a cigarette and stepping aside to let people walk past/ not only does he look effortlessly cool, he comes out with the thickest, fattest bassline whilst the drummer, who appears to be asleep, keeps excellent time/ the blues was my first love and i'm thankful there's such a huge amount of quality material/ currently reading dh loz, women in love/