Musica country de la america profunda

Jerry Jeff Walker. Up Against the Wall, Redneck Mother.



He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name is Betty Lou Thelma Liz
He's not responsible for what he's doing
His mother made him what he is

And it's up against the wall, redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well
He's thirty four and drinkin' in a honky tonk
Just kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell

Sure does like his Falstaff beer
He likes to chase it down with that Wild Turkey liquor
He drives a '57 GMC pickup truck
Got a gun rack
"A Goat Roper needs love too" sticker

And it's up against the wall, redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well
He's thirty four drinkin' in a honky tonk
Kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell, ah pick

Ah play it for mama

M is for the mud flaps she gave me for my pickup truck
O is for the oil I put on my hair
T is for T-Bird
H is for Haggard
E is for Eggs
And R is for Redneck

Up against the wall, redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well
He's thirty four and drinkin' in a honky tonk
Kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell, let's go

Yeah and it's up against the wall, redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well
He's thirty four drinkin' in a honky tonk
Kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell

What's that spell, let's go get Oklahoma USA

Guy Clark. L.A. Freeway.



Pack up all your dishes.
Make note of all good wishes.
Say goodbye to the landlord for me.
That son of a bitch has always bored me.

Throw out them LA papers
And that moldy box of vanilla wafers.
Adios to all this concrete.
Gonna get me some dirt road back street

If I can just get off of this LA freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke
For some land that I ain't bought bought bought

Here's to you old skinny Dennis
Only one I think I will miss
I can hear that old bass singing
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'

Play it for me just one more time now
Got to give it all we can now
I believe everything your saying
Just keep on, keep on playing

And you put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in the old front door lock
They will find it likely as not
I'm sure there's somethin' we have forgot

Oh Susanna, don't you cry, babe
Love's a gift that's surely handmade
We've got something to believe in
Don't ya' think it's time we're leavin'

If I can just get off of this LA freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke
For some land that I ain't bought bought bought

Pack up all your dishes.
Make note of all good wishes.
Say goodbye to the landlord for me.
That son of a bitch has always bored me.

Renovadores del Blue Grass:
El principal que ha llevado el instrumento más visual del género (que es norteafricano) otodos los públicos y todoas gustos es Bela Fleck:



















Músicos del bluegrass han sabido unir su arte con otros y ya no es una música de blancos desdentados del medio sur montañoso de EEUU.

También ha sabido buscar y reunir sus raíces con Europa:







De todo esto hay para escuchar días, es todo cojonudo

Y Noam Pikelny

Waylon Jennings. Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way.



Lord it's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar
Where do we take it from here?
Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars
It's been the same way for years
We need a change

Somebody told me, when I came to Nashville
"Son, you finally got it made"
Old Hank made it here, and we're all sure that you will
But I don't think Hank done it this way, no
I don't think Hank done it this way

Okay!

Ten years on the road, makin' one-night stands
Speedin' my young life away
Tell me one more time, just so's I'll understand
Are your sure Hank done it this way?
Did ol' Hank really do it this way?

Lord, I've seen the world, with a five-piece band
Looking at the back side of me
Singing my songs, and one of his now and then
But I don't think Hank done 'em this way, no
I don't think Hank done 'em this way

Take it home

Cantantes renovadoras del bluegrass, quizás mejor ya referirse al folk norteamericano.

Aofie O Donovan y Sarah Jarosz







Otras chavalas, que Alison Kraus y Alison Brown ya están consagradas.

Sierra Hull

Una vuelta a los EEUU pobres y olvidados, aunque ahora todos quieren irse de caminos por ahí: los Apalaches.

Lo country, más que un estilo es una manera de sonar y de cantar:
Una lista de cantantes femeninas actuales, cantar saben, comerciales bastante son también:

Emmylou Harris. Bluebird Wine.



Baby brought me in out off the highway
Poured my right good liquor down the sink
Straightened out my crooked ways of thinking
And made it purely pleasure when I drank

And it's all right now
I've just hit my stride
Right off the bat
I'm drunk on Bluebird wine

Baby's up and running in the mornin'
Says she's got a million things to do yeah
While I'm gone just you go get your guitar
Write some pretty song about me and you

And it's all right now
I've just hit my stride
Right off the bat
I'm drunk on Bluebird wine

Baby says she'd really love a party
Get some friends together feelin' fine yeah
Any friend of mine is worth his habit
A belly full of baby's Bluebird wine

And it's all right now
I've just hit my stride
Right off the bat
I'm drunk on Bluebird wine

Yes it's all right now
I've just hit my stride
Right off the bat
I'm drunk on Bluebird wine

Una banda de country es raro que no lleve a un tipo tocando una telecaster desconchada que suene a gloria y algún intérprete de pedal steel guitar:





Esto no es country; pero es una pasada, el antecedente del vocoder...



Algunos grandes éxitos del country:

#55

Esa nunca pasará de moda

Marshall Chapman. Somewhere South of Macon.



I cut my teeth in a cotton mill town somewhere south of Macon
Mama fed me a bottle from a moonshine still to wash down beans and bacon
Papa worked the night shift, Mama worked the day
Never dreaming one day I’d turn and walk away
Turn and walk away from that cotton mill town somewhere south of Macon

Mama told me not to let my pettycoat show north east south west of Macon
Don’t ever let my feelings show ‘cause it’d ruin my reputation
Took a walk in the woods one Sunday
The world turned dark and still
I first made love in a cotton mill town somewhere south of Macon

That mill town south of Macon still has a hold on me
My folks they feel forsaken
But me I’m feelin’ free
I’d rather roam and ramble and live until I die
Than to spend my life as a mill man’s wife, too tired to wonder why

Gonna slip into my Calico dress and down to the old bus station
Lay my hard earned dollar down for a one way destination
Gonna tell that midnight driver Mister, won’t you take it slow
While I wave farewell to that cotton mill town somewhere south of Macon

That mill town south of Macon still has a hold on me...

La Americana Music es un concepto impulsado por la crítica musical en cierto modo imitando la renovavción que se ha dado en el este con el Blue Grass, buscando los artistas de calidad saliendo un poco de lo rancio o ramplón que tanto ha pesado a ese género, el cantautor balladista americano creado por Dylan y seguido por Nelson y muchos y muchas:




Se verá a algunos del blue grass también en este nuevo concepto, es más de artista que de animador del 4 de julio.