Saturday, October 1, 2005
Finally. This is the theme I've been waiting for. This month, all month long, I'll be profiling the music of the Gods. The genre that started it all. The music that gave us everything. The Blues. Now, unless you've been living under a rock, or just haven't been paying attention, you know that I'm obsessed with the blues. I've rambled on for months about the subject. But see, there was a method to the madness. I have two goals I want to accomplish with this blog. The first is to convert as many people as a I can to Conservatism and the other is to preach the message of the blues.

The blues came from Negro spirituals slaves would sing in the cotton fields in the deep south, Mississippi Delta area. It wasn't until the early 1900's though that the blues as we know it came into being. The early singers would take those old spirituals, which were by now gospel, and in doing so caused a lot of trouble. To as recent as the 1960's, even to some extent today, many black southerns hated the blues. They called it the devils music because they saw it as corrupting God's music. Taking these songs that praised Christ and putting them to this fast beat and even changing the lyrics and meanings? It was a sin. A good example of this is Howlin' Wolf. His mother would have nothing to do with him when he began playing the blues. Didn't want to see or talk to him. When I say this music that gave us everything, I'm not lying. Every form of American music is descended from the blues. With the exception of one. Gospel. From the blues we got jazz. But blues and jazz are so close in style they're essentially brother and sister. Just about one and the same. We got Rock and Roll, Country and R&B. Rock gave us it's offspring, metal, grunge, hard rock and so forth. R&B gave us hip hop and rap and even Techno in all it's different forms. Now, aside from being one of the oldest forms of music we have, the blues is also the most true form of music. Raw. When you hear a blues song you know there's true sorrow or pure happiness behind it. There's no middle ground there like with other forms of music.

I could go on and on about this subject, but I think I need to stop before this becomes a two page post. With this post I'm going to be doing something a little different. I've been uploading maybe 1-2 song a week and including the lyrics with them. But, like I said, I'm obsessed with the blues, and I have so many I want to put up, that for this month I'm going to be uploading four songs a week without the lyrics. It'll at least give the illusion that the site's not being filled up with these posts if I don't include them. Well, except for one.

This first song that I'm profiling has become my new personal theme song. It's a song by a man who's fast becoming someone I want to know more about. Roy Milton. From AOL Music
"Milton spent his early years on an Indian reservation in Oklahoma (his maternal grandmother was a Native American) before moving to Tulsa. He sang with Ernie Fields's territory band during the late '20s and began doubling on drums when the band's regular trapsman got arrested one fateful evening. In the mood to leave Fields in 1933, Milton wandered west to Los Angeles and formed the Solid Senders. 1945 was a big year for him -- along with signing with Juke Box (soon to be renamed Specialty), the band filmed three soundies with singer June Richmond."
It doesn't say what tribe his Grandmother's from, but being Oklahoma it's a pretty good bet it was probably Cherokee. But this song really says it all. Most of you know that I prefer women with some meat on their bones. It seems Roy Milton did as well.

Roy Milton-Big Fat Mama.mp3
I've got a big fat mama
Wide as a t.v. screen
Yes, I've got a big fat mama
She's wide as a t.v. screen
But when she starts to love me
Boy, she makes me scream

You can have your skinny women
I'll keep my big fat girl
Yes, you can have your skinny women
I'll keep my big fat girl
You can't get no better lovin'
If you search all around the world

Everybody tries to tell me
That my baby's to big and fat
Yes, everybody tries to tell me
That my baby's to big and fat
Well they don't understand
Yes, I like it just like that

Yeah, she's a big fat mama
There's some meat shakin' on her bones
Yeah, she's big fat mama
With some meat shakin' on her bones
And when she starts to rock and roll
I just can't leave her alone

I got a big fat mama
I got a big fat mama
hey,hey, hey
A big fat mama
Yeah, I got a big fat mama
Oh, I got a big fat mama
Sowee, big fat mama

Roy Milton
We Have Every Right To Dream Heroic Dreams.
Those Who Say That We're In A Time When There Are No Heroes, They Just Don't Know Where To Look.