Wasted and wounded

Here's a quick update on the state of Blues as of 21st century. This is a story of a small record label called Fat Possum located in Water Valley, USA. Fat Possum is a bit like Buena Vista Social Club for Mississippi bluesmen whose age is past the life expectancy of an average African American. Only this story is way darker and funnier than any written about the colleagues from the Freedom Island, if you love black humour of course. It's about blues as a means of living your daily life soaked in poverty, murder and cheap whisky. A couple of picks, one from RL Burnside: 'I didn't mean to kill nobody. I just meant to shoot the sonofabitch in the head and two times in the chest. Him dying was between him and the Lord.' And one from T-Model Ford: 'I play the blues,' he says during a whiskey break. 'But I don't ever get the blues. After my sister died I prayed to God to please let me live like a tree. Tree don't care if them other trees is dyin'. Tree don't care about nothin'

Fat Possum presents:
alpha_to_omega/rl_burnside/
alpha_to_omega/asie_payton/
alpha_to_omega/compilations/not_the_same_old_blues_crap_vol2/
alpha_to_omega/compilations/not_the_same_old_blues_crap_vol3/