Bottles Getting Lower Again My Friend

Azote de ilusos(Lisboeta) escribió:

Aquí en Hispa hay un buen intérprete del bluegrass que es sureño (pero de Sevilla), Raúl Cabezalí.

Gracias por la mención, pero yo soy united nations matao.

Para Bluegrass auténtico hispano, mi colega Ramón Ramos y sus bandas (Blue Mountain, Surrounders), el asturiano Angel Ruiz - (premio a Mejor Canción Internacional hace unos años por la IBMA) y nuestro más internacional Lluis Gómez, de Barcelona. Lluis está en el circuito de bluegrass internacional en Europa y EEUU, como intérprete y como docente, codo con codo con todas las leyendas pasadas y actuales del género. Nivelazo estratosférico.

Por cierto, united nations servidor huye como de la peste de bandas, ya sean patrias o de EEUU, ataviadas con pantalones de peto, sombreritos de camboi, camisas de cuadros y pinta desaliñada. Me parece que van disfrazados. Los bluegrasseros de verdad van vestidos como las personas normales que son.

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Todo eso seguramente es bastante aproximado, pero tú, maestro Cabezalí, tienes la gracia que os queda a los sevillanos sosos (vamos, gente seria que no se acomoda al chiste tópico) , que es inmensa comparada con la de otros.
Imensamente agradecidos (al menos unos cuantos) por regentar esa parte de maravilla.

Bobitodéforo ConTOC escribió:

En vez de land a secas busca listas de reproducción de bluegrass, hillbilly, death country, culling state, punk moo-cow, punk folk, etc... y encontrarás joyitas zero lilas.

gracias por la aclaracion, supongo que hay estaba mi error.

tal vez debiera haber titulado el tema "musica folk estadounidense". y siguiendo con mi ignorancia ¿no se podria considerar el country como una
simplificacion o dulcificacion de los estilos aqui expuestos, como el bluegrass?, algo asi como la simplificacion del rock a la que llamamos pop.

por cierto, he disfrutado con los temas aqui colgados. muy agradecido.

De folk norteamericano sólo tengo este disco. No es una música que me entretenga, pero este disco me encanta.

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Outlaw Country: Subgénero definido a grandes rasgos por su carácter más visceral, abrasivo eastward independiente surgido en los seventy's como reacción frente al predominante sonido "lila" del land de Nashville, más comercial y cercano al pop.

Hank Williams 3

The Insubordinate Whitin

Well the bottles getting lower again my friend
And hard times are trying information technology'southward best to make it
The bottles getting lower again my friend
So do yourself a shot and lets start to sin

The bottles getting lower again my friend
And exercise yourself a shot and lets start to win
The bottles getting lower again my friend
So lets light up a fume and live hard till the end

And i'g doing right and you tin practice me wrong
Wait out darling crusade you know i'm cock strong
You can exercise me right and i'll do you wrong
Await out darling cause i'm showing yous the rebel within

I'm drunkard, again
Yous're stoned, once again
Let'southward fuck, over again
Till dawn, again
(x2)

The more than i try to go on on headin downwardly, it makes me feel like i've lost everything i've owned
maybe information technology was all the hell i raised, or that fifth of whiskey that I drank for days
Was it cause I don't fit in, or maybe information technology was cause I had the devil every bit a friend
Now I know I never made momma proud, lets light up a smoke and we'll shoot it downwards

I'yard drunk, once more
Yous're stoned, once again
Let's fuck, again
Till dawn, again

I'grand drunkard, once again
You're stoned, again
Allow'southward fuck, I'1000 showing y'all the insubordinate within

The more I try to practice correct, it just seems wrong
I guess that's the curse of livin' out my songs
Born of bad blood since day number ane
Hell I was born soft? and a loaded gun
The life I live has always been fast every bit tin can exist
And i never let the difficult times brand me weak

the bottles gettin' lower again my friend again
and then lets low-cal upwardly a fume and live hard to the finish
And i'one thousand doing right while yous're doing incorrect
Look out darlin' cause you know i'thou c*ck strong
Yous can practice me right and i'll do you lot wrong
Look out darlin' cause i'chiliad showing you the insubordinate inside

I'm drunk, over again
Yous're stoned, once again
Permit's fuck, again
Till dawn, over again
(x4)

The rebel within (i'm showing you), the rebel inside (BIS)

Johny Cash: Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin'
It'south rollin' 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since, I don't know when
I'g stuck in Folsom Prison house
And time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a-rollin'
On down to San Antone

When I was simply a baby
My Mama told me, "son
Always be a good male child
Don't always play with guns"
But I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him dice
When I hear that whistle blowin'
I hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folks eatin'
In a fancy dinin' car
They're probably drinkin' java
And smokin' large cigars
Well, I know I had it comin'
I know I tin can't exist costless
Merely those people proceed a-movin'
And that's what tortures me

Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little
Farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my dejection away

Kriss Kristofferson. Sun Mornin' Comin' Downward (aka La balada de la resaca)

Well I woke up Dominicus morning
With no manner to hold my head
That didn't injure
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't
Bad so I had 1 more for dessert

And so I fumbled through my closet
For my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face
And combed my pilus
And stumbled down the stairs
To see the day

I'd smoked my encephalon the nighttime before
With cigarettes and songs
That I've been pickin'
Only I lit my get-go and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kickin

So I crossed the empty street and
Caught the sunday smell
Of someone fryin chicken
And it took me dorsum to something
That I'd lost somehow
Somewhere along the style

On the sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a sunday
That makes a body feel lone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the audio
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning time coming down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing trivial girl
He was swingin
And I stopped abreast the Sun schoolhouse
And listened to the song
That they were singing

Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away
A lone bell was ringing
And it echoed thru the coulee like
The disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the lord's day morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was stoned
Crusade therels something in a sunday
That makes a body experience alone
And there's zip curt of dying
One-half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning time coming downward

Willie Nelson. Me and Paul.

It's been rough and rocky traveling
But I'm finally standing upright on the ground
After taking several readings
I'g surprised to observe my mind's still fairly sound

I estimate Nashville was the roughest
But I know I've said the same about them all
Nosotros received our education
In the cities of the nation, me and Paul

Well-nigh disrepair in Laredo
But for reasons that I'd rather non disembalm
But if you're staying in a motel there and leave
Just don't get out nothing in your dress

And at the airport in Milwaukee
They refused to let us board the plane at all
They said we looked suspicious
Only I believe they similar to pick on me and Paul

It's been rough and rocky traveling
Merely I'thousand finally standing upright on the ground
Subsequently taking several readings
I'k surprised to find my heed's nonetheless fairly audio

estimate Nashville was the roughest
Simply I know I've said the same about them all
Nosotros received our education
In the cities of the nation, me and Paul

On a package bear witness in Buffalo
With the states and Kitty Wells and Charlie Pride
The show was long and we're simply sitting there
And we'd come to play and not simply for the ride

Well, we drank a lot of whiskey
So I don't know if we went on that night at all
But I don't think they even missed us
I guess Buffalo ain't geared for me and Paul

Information technology'south been crude and rocky traveling
But I'm finally continuing upright on the ground
Subsequently taking several readings
I'm surprised to find my listen's however fairly sound

I estimate Nashville was the roughest
Only I know I've said the same about them all
We received our education
In the cities of the nation, me and Paul

Townes Van Zandt. Pancho and Lefty.

Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you clothing your pare like fe
Your breath'southward as hard every bit kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when y'all said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boys
His equus caballus was fast equally polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest globe to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the fashion it goes

All the federales say
They could have had him any mean solar day
They simply allow him hang effectually
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues
All nighttime long similar he used to
The dust that Pancho flake down due south
Ended upwardly in Lefty's mouth
The twenty-four hour period they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to get
There ain't nobody knows

All the federales say
They could have had him any twenty-four hours
They simply let him skid away
Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert'due south tranquillity and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers information technology'south truthful,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
At present he's growing old

A few gray federales say
They could have had him whatever day
They only allow him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose

Billy Joe Shaver. I Been to Georgia on a Fast Train.

On a rainy, windy morning that's the 24-hour interval that I was born on
In the old sharecroppers one room country shack
They say my mammy left me, same day that she had me
Said she striking the road and never in one case looked back

And I just thought I'd mention, my Grandma's old age pension
Is the reason why I'm continuing here today
I got all my land learning, living and a churning
Pickin' cotton, rasin' hell, and bailin' hay

I've been to Georgia on a fast train honey
I wudn't built-in no yestday
Got a good Christian raisin' and an eighth form didactics
Ain't no need in y'all a treatin' me this way

And now sugariness Caroline, I don't gauge I'll ever find
Another woman put together like you all
With your wiggle and your walkin', and your big urban center talkin'
Your brand new shiny Plymouth rag-tiptop car

Yep it'south hurry up and expect, in this world of give and take
Seems like haste makes for waste every fourth dimension
And I pray to my soul, when you hear those ages roll
You better know I'm gonna get my share of mine

I've been to Georgia on a fast train honey
I wudn't born no yestday
Got a skilful Christian raisin' and an eighth grade didactics
Ain't no demand in y'all a treatin' me this style

I've been to Georgia on a fast railroad train honey
I wudn't born no yestday
Got a good Christian raisin' and an eighth class teaching
Own't no demand in y'all a treatin' me this mode

Ain't no need in yous a treatin' me this mode

Gary P. Nunn. London Homesick Blues (Home With the Armadillo).

Well when you're down on your luck
And you own't got a buck
In London you're a goner
Even London Bridge has fallen down
And moved to Arizona
Now I know why
And I'll substantiate the rumor
That the English sense of humor
Is drier than the Texas sand
You can put upward your dukes or you can bet your boots
Simply I'yard leavin' just as fast as I can

I want to go home with the armadillo
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women
You've ever seen

Well it's cold over here Lord I swear
I wish they'd plow the heat on
And where in the world is that English language daughter
I promised I would meet on the third floor
And of the whole damn lot the just friend I got
Is a smoke and a cheap guitar
My listen keeps rollin' and my heart keeps longing
To exist home in Texas bar

I want to go domicile with the armadillo
Good land music from Amarillo and Abilene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women
Y'all've ever seen

Well I decided that I'd get my cowboy lid
And go downwards to Marble Arch Station
Cause when a Texas fancies he'll accept his chances
You know chances will exist taken that'southward for sure
And them Limey eyes they were eyin' the prize
Some people call manly footwear
And they said you're from downwardly south
And when yous open your oral fissure
You ever seem to put yout foot there

I want to get home with the armadillo
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women
You've e'er seen

Raul Cabezali escribió:

Por cierto, united nations servidor huye como de la peste de bandas, ya sean patrias o de EEUU, ataviadas con pantalones de peto, sombreritos de camboi, camisas de cuadros y pinta desaliñada. Me parece que van disfrazados. Los bluegrasseros de verdad van vestidos como las personas normales que son.

Como en todo lo que rodea aquel pedazo nación hay mucho estereotipo y tópico, es cierto, y fuera del pais parece que se potencia. Pero es un pais muy grande y diverso.
A mi como vistan me trae sin cuidado, más bien me importa como suenan

Estos sin peto:

Por otro lado, con lo de "américa profunda" y "lila" la mayoría hemos tirado al Hillbilly, bluegrass etc. Pero hay country que no es cipher de eso y de lila (pobre color de flor, no tiene culpa) no tiene un pelo, como acreditan el bueno de Johnny Cash y compañía.

Guitarristas

Algunos de los omnipresentes en las grandes reunión del blue grass son intérpretes señalados en el country

Albert Lee:

Aquí le vemos con Jerry Douglas o Earl Scrugds u otros muy señalados del blue grass en el clásico Foggy Mountain

Es sumamente raro ver una batería en una banda de bluish grass; pero se ven en estas reuniones.

Vince Colina es otro que no falta a casi ninguna:

Más al country:

O más al blue grass:

Tony rice:

Del McCoury, aquí con la plana mayo del Blue Grass:

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Source: https://www.hispasonic.com/foros/musica-country-america-profunda/534174/pagina3

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