Bene, eccoci ai Creedence Clearwater Revival. Un gruppo stratosfericamente essenziale, la dimostrazione di come, all'epoca della psichedelia imperante, il rock potesse (e forse avrebbe dovuto) essere sempre quello che ti fa muovere il culo in tre-quattro minuti di canzone, la quale dicesse in poche e azzeccate frasi tutto quello che c'era da dire.
Questi quattro formidabili personaggi (anzi questo formidabile personaggio e questi tre abilissimi comprimari) hanno, in quattro anni, sfornato una serie di 45 giri e di album impressionanti per qualità e per incisività delle canzoni. L'esplosione avviene con il secondo album, "Bayou Country", scritto e registrato in pochissimo tempo e divenuto subito un best seller.
"Born on the Bayou" è un pezzo che fa capire subito di che pasta è fatto il gruppo, un autentico viaggio tra il soul e il blues del Delta. "Bootleg" è un veloce swamp ritmato e incisivo, ed è il pezzo più breve dell'album (poco più di due minuti). "Graveyard Train" è fantastica. Una lunga cavalcata blues di olte 8 minuti, ipnotica e da ascoltare senza distrazione, porterà dritto e filato in un viaggio nel Delta del Mississippi, tra paludi e voodoo. Il tributo ai padri putativi di questo rock'n'roll è pagato con una formidabile versione di "Good Golly, Miss Molly", il Rev Little Richard avrà ascoltato e ne sarà rimasto fulminato.
Blues alla grandissima anche con "Penthouse Pauper", con assoli lancinanti dalla chitarra di Mr. John Fogerty. Lo stesso John affermò poi di avere scritto "Proud Mary", una delle canzoni più vendute, ascoltate e trasmesse al mondo, con le cuffie in testa mentre stava ancora ascoltando il primo album che era appena uscito. Non aggiungo altro perché su questo pezzo non occorre aggiungere altro. Chiude questo breve ma intensissimo album "Keep On Chooglin'", anche qui Delta Blues per 6 minuti di assoluto godimento nell'ascolto.
I Creedence non erano ufficialmente un gruppo da suite lunghissime, ma bisogna dire che, anche quando si sono cimentati in pezzi della durata maggiore di quattro minuti, hanno sempre saputo tenere ben desta l'attenzione e la fantasia di chi ascolta senza annoiare per nulla, grazie anche alla grande sapienza di John Fogerty, uno che ha sempre saputo arrangiare benissimo le canzoni e ha sempre saputo come dosare per bene gli interventi dei vari strumenti. In un'intervista dirà che questa è una cosa che ha sempre avuto ben chiara fin da quando aveva 12 anni.
Era quello un periodo dove, tra le pur grandissime e geniali invenzioni psichedeliche, c'era bisogno di un gruppo che facesse tornare al puro blues e al puro rock'n'roll, e i Creedence hanno svolto alla grandissima questo compito.
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01 Born on the Bayou (05:17)
Now, when I was just a little boy,
Standin' to my Daddy's knee,
My poppa said,Son, don't let the man get you
Do what he done to me.
'Cause he'll get you,
'Cause he'll get you now, now.
And I can remember the fourth of July,
Runnin' through the backwood, bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
CHORUS:
Born On The Bayou;
Born On The Bayou;
Born On The Bayou.
Wish I was back on the Bayou.
Rollin' with some Cajun Queen.
Wishin' I were a fast freight train,
Just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans.
CHORUS
Do it, do it, do it, do it. Oh, Lord.
Oh get back boy.
I can remember the fourth of July,
Runnin' through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
CHORUS
All right! Do, do, do, do.
Mmmmmmm, oh.
02 Bootleg (03:03)
CHORUS:
Bootleg, Bootleg;
Bootleg, Howl.
Bootleg, Bootleg;
Bootleg, Howl.
Take you a glass of water
Make it against the law.
See how good the water tastes
When you can't have any at all.
CHORUS
Findin' a natural woman,
Like honey to a bee.
But you don't buzz the flower.
When you know the honey's free.
CHORUS
Suzy maybe give you some cherry pie,
But Lord, that ain't no fun.
Better you grab it when she ain't lookin'
'Cause you know you'd rather have it on the run.
CHORUS
03 Graveyard Train (08:39)
On the highway, Thirty people lost their lives.
On the highway, Thirty people lost their lives.
Well, I had some words to holler, And my Rosie took a ride.
In the moonlight, See the Greyhound rollin' on.
In the moonlight, See the Greyhound rollin' on.
Flyin' through the crossroads, Rosie ran into the Hound.
For the graveyard, Thirty boxes made of bone.
For the graveyard, Thirty boxes made of bone.
Mister Undertaker, Take this coffin from my home.
In the midnight, Hear me cryin' out her name.
In the midnight, Hear me cryin' out her name.
I'm standin' on the railroad, Waitin' for the Graveyard Train.
On the highway, Thirty people turned to stone.
On the highway, Thirty people turned to stone.
Oh, take me to the station, 'Cause I'm number thirty-one.
04 Good Golly Miss Molly (02:46)
Good Golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
From the early early mornin' till the early early night
You can see Miss Molly rockin' at the house of blue lights.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
Well, now momma, poppa told me: Son, you better watch your step.
If I knew my momma, poppa, have to watch my dad myself.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
I am going to the corner, gonna buy a diamond ring.
Would you pardon me if it's a nineteen carat golden thing.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
05 Penthouse Pauper (03:42)
Now, if I was a bricklayer,
I wouldn't build just anything;
And if I was a ball player,
I wouldn't play no second string.
And if I were some jew'lry, baby;
Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring.
If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told.
If I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old.
I could be most anything,
But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold, oh.
If I were a gambler, You know I'd never lose,
And if I were a guitar player,
Lord, I'd have to play the blues.
If I was a hacksaw, My blade would be razor sharp.
If I were a politician, I could prove that monkeys talk.
You can find the tallest building,
Lord, I'd have me the house on top.
Oh, let's go!
All right, keep goin'!
I'm the Penthouse Pauper;
I got nothin' to my name.
I'm the Penthouse Pauper; baby,
I got nothing to my name.
I can be most anything,
'Cause when you got nothin' it's all the same.
Oh, let's move to this song!
Lord, look at my penthouse.
06 Proud Mary (03:10)
Left a good job in the city,
Workin' for The Man ev'ry night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleepin',
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been.
Big wheel keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin',
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
Pumped a lot of 'tane down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.
Big wheel keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin',
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.
You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money,
People on the river are happy to give.
Big wheel keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin',
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
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