Shitehawk blues
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zotzSo what exactly is a shitehawk? It seems to have existed as a word at least as far back as '59, and may well be an awful lot older. Actually, it seems to have been used to refer to various seabirds for quite a while, and may originally be Irish.
OK. Question answered.
On an unrelated topic:
'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.'
Ahem. This article in today's Observer covers a particular strand of current Blues. This one's more historical. They both mention the John Spencer Blues Explosion. Favourably. "Pioneers", indeed.
You have to read that first one. You really have to. Before Fat Possum found him, he had spent his life in Deep South logging camps and on the chain gang for killing a man with a 25-cent pocketknife in a bar-room altercation. He fathered 26 children and started playing the guitar on the night his fifth wife left him, at the age of 58 [ . . . ] T-Model's life reads like a horror story. At the age of eight, his father beat him so badly between the legs with a piece of firewood that he lost a testicle. His ankles are scarred from the chain gang. His neck is scarred where one of his wives slashed his throat. He has been shot, stabbed, pinned under a fallen tree with a broken ribcage, beaten unconscious with a metal chair. He watched his first wife go off with his own father, watched another die after she drank poison to try and induce a miscarriage. The only woman he ever really loved poisoned him at the breakfast table; he woke up in hospital that afternoon and never saw her again.
In the words of a certain Mr Benn . . . Mmm, this sofa's comfy. I think I'll have another biscuit. A couple of articles later, even the venerable MRR gets a mention - "remains true to the low-budget tradition by virtue of being printed entirely in black and white on what appear to be offcuts from the local Andrex factory." I used to read MRR every month, abut ten or fifteen years ago. I used to have a big stack of the things. Even today, I still have a few kicking about. I was going to tell you at ths point about MRR and what I used to get from reading it, but I've found a half-brick in the cupboard, and I think I'll just beat myself around the head with that instead.
OK. Question answered.
On an unrelated topic:
'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.'
Ahem. This article in today's Observer covers a particular strand of current Blues. This one's more historical. They both mention the John Spencer Blues Explosion. Favourably. "Pioneers", indeed.
You have to read that first one. You really have to. Before Fat Possum found him, he had spent his life in Deep South logging camps and on the chain gang for killing a man with a 25-cent pocketknife in a bar-room altercation. He fathered 26 children and started playing the guitar on the night his fifth wife left him, at the age of 58 [ . . . ] T-Model's life reads like a horror story. At the age of eight, his father beat him so badly between the legs with a piece of firewood that he lost a testicle. His ankles are scarred from the chain gang. His neck is scarred where one of his wives slashed his throat. He has been shot, stabbed, pinned under a fallen tree with a broken ribcage, beaten unconscious with a metal chair. He watched his first wife go off with his own father, watched another die after she drank poison to try and induce a miscarriage. The only woman he ever really loved poisoned him at the breakfast table; he woke up in hospital that afternoon and never saw her again.
In the words of a certain Mr Benn . . . Mmm, this sofa's comfy. I think I'll have another biscuit. A couple of articles later, even the venerable MRR gets a mention - "remains true to the low-budget tradition by virtue of being printed entirely in black and white on what appear to be offcuts from the local Andrex factory." I used to read MRR every month, abut ten or fifteen years ago. I used to have a big stack of the things. Even today, I still have a few kicking about. I was going to tell you at ths point about MRR and what I used to get from reading it, but I've found a half-brick in the cupboard, and I think I'll just beat myself around the head with that instead.
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Date: 2003-11-17 01:24 am (UTC)There's a boat registered in Whitby called Shy Talk. I wonder if the boatyard noticed...
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Date: 2003-11-17 01:45 am (UTC)