"ELECTRIC MUD" di Muddy Waters e di un gruppetto di sessionmen è con molte probabilità il primo e storico connubio tra blues e rock.
Paroloni come capolavoro, pietra miliare, svolta sono abusati e non li userò ma sicuramente nel '68 in molti, storcendo il naso, si chiesero cosa fosse passato per la mente a dei celebrati musicisti del più tradizionale dei generi afroamericani, per cimentarsi con chitarre elettriche, distorsori e quant'altro potesse far sembrare il suono del Delta del Mississipi un lontano ricordo. Beh si sbagliavano e di grosso.
La svolta elettrica del blues si compì in uno studio di registrazione della benemerita Chess Records e diede un impulso straordinario a generi e sottogeneri e ad artisti di tutte le confessioni musicali e oserei dire che fu per il blues quello che tre anni prima fu per il folk quando Bob Dylan mandò in confusione i puristi del genere presentandosi al Newport Folk Festival per la prima volta in perfetta tenuta elettrica. I tempi cambiavano e gli strumenti elettrici erano parte dell'evoluzione.
I brani celeberrimi di questo album, nonostante la ruvidezza del suono, appaiono oggi come i vagiti del rock-blues che alcuni vogliono influenzati da Hendrix, altri da una certa psichedelia imperante. Certo è che è musica godibile, ben suonata e innovativa. Comunque la pensino gli storici è vera musica. Buon ascolto.
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02 I'm Your Hoochie Coochie Man (04:53)
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Jump and shout
Then the world wanna know
What this all about
But you know I'm him
Everybody knows I'm him
Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm him
I got a black cat bone
I got a mojo too
I got the Johnny Concheroo
I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls
Lead me by my hand
Then the world will know
The hoochie coochie man
But you know I'm him
Everybody knows I'm him
Oh you know I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm him
On the seventh hours
On the seventh day
On the seventh month
The seven doctors say
He was born for good luck
And that you'll see
I got seven hundred dollars
Don't you mess with me
But you know I'm him
Everybody knows I'm him
Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm him
05 Mannish Boy (03:50)
Everythin', everythin', everythin's gonna be alright this mornin'
Ooh yeah, whoaw
Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five
My mother said I was, gonna be the greatest man alive
But now I'm a man, way past 21
Want you to believe me baby,
I had lot's of fun
I'm a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
I'm a man
I'm a natural born lovers man
I'm a man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man
I'm a hoochie coochie man
Sittin' on the outside, just me and my mate
You know I'm made to move you honey,
come up two hours late
Wasn't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
Man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man
The line I shoot will never miss
When I make love to a woman,
she can't resist
I think I go down,
to old Kansas Stew
I'm gonna bring back my second cousin,
that little Johnny Cocheroo
All you little girls,
sittin'out at that line
I can make love to you woman,
in five minutes time
Ain't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
Man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man
well, well, well, well
hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me child
don't hurt me, don't hurt, don't hurt me child
well, well, well, well
Yeah
08 The Same Thing (05:42)
What makes a man go crazy when a woman
wears her dress so tight
What makes a man go crazy when a woman
wears that ol' dress so tight
Must be the same ol' thing
that make a tom cat fight all night
Now, why do all the big men
try to run a big-legged woman down
Now, why do all the big men
try to run a big ol' woman down
Must be the same ol' thing that
makes a bulldog a huggling 'round
It's that ol' same thing,
now tell me who's to blame
The whole world is fighting
about that ol' same thing
What make you feel so good
when your baby's in her evening gown
What make you feel so good
when your baby's in her evening gown
Must be that same ol' thing
that makes a preacher lay his bible down
It's that ol' same thing,
now tell me who's to blame
The whole world is fighting
about that ol' same thing
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