The great Jelly Roll Morton and his incredible band ladies and gents. “Black Bottom Stomp” is the lead-off cut from the “Birth Of The Hot” CD, which compiles Morton’s Chicago recordings from 1926-27. During Jelly Roll Morton’s prestigious career he played and mentored some of the greatest masters of jazz. Known for producing songs that fit perfectly onto a 78 RMP pressing, his legendary band and recordings live on in the mp3 format. Pick it up, it’s a real treasure.
Archive for the 'Ragtime' Category
All right! This is what the doctor ordered. Some great music from the past to remind you of what songwriting used to be.
Man, this is some roadhouse bustin’ piana ticklin’ fiddle faddlin’ saloon gristle. Every riff in this nugget has been been refried, and served up a zillion times. But imagine, as you listen, how it sounded when this was first made. Cliches only become cliches after people repeat them over and again. This would have blown the roof off any public watering hole, for sure, in its day, and that’s why it sounds so darn familiar in these modern times.
Born in 1885 – Ferdinand Joseph Lemothe, aka Jelly Roll Morton, was Americas most envisioned Ragtime/Jazz pianist of his time. His career spanned a grueling period of history in America. He died in 1941 battling what Jelly Roll himself called “a voodoo spell.”
Jelly Roll Morton & his Red Hot Peppers – “Little Lawrence” mp3
They say Blind Blake is the ” King of Ragtime Guitar ”
I would have to agree. Metaphorically speaking, getting hooked like a worm is like falling in love. That’s the message here…that guitar playing is keeping Blake’s head above water, though.
Nobody knows much about Blind Leroy Garnett. Well, one things for certain, on a rainy day it’s nice to play his music next to a heater or fireplace as you lose your identity in a good book. Ragtime loungin’ ain’t such a bad idea during the cold winter months.
Sweet song Sugar! Makes me think about the morning dew drops in some alley as I walk home from a wonderful and enchanted evening. Thinking about champaign, dancing shoes, and a smile under a chandelier…
