MAIS UM VENENO POSTADO NESTE BLOG DESTA MARAVILHOSA BANDA HOLANDESA QUE FAZIA UM BLUES DE PRIMEIRA LINHA!! DESTA VEZ A PARCERIA É FORTE!! SÃO OS CARAS ACOMPANHADOS DO "VELHO" BLUESEIRO EDDIE BOYD!! É VENENO PURO, MORTAL E RARO!! ALTAMENTE RECOMENDADO!!Somewhere hidden in the Northern parts of the Netherlands, in the province called Drenthe, the small village of Grollo can be found. Grollo counts a few hundred inhabitants and consists of some farms, some shops, an inn, a church - it's a typical Dutch village, surrounded by flat country side, meadows, the sky and not much more. It's a quiet that in that part of our country which is considered to be even more sober and reserved than the rest of it, by some strange but common error, seems to be. It was in March 1967 that I visited the village for the first time. When I arrived (I was in the only moving car in the neighbourhood), the sun was shining and a soft wind was blowing. It was very peaceful. I parked my car and went to the door of one of the farms; I had to stoop a little, because the roof was low.
The small room I entered was packed with people. An aged, tawny, bluejacketed peasant sat smoking a cigar; official-looking people were talking and gesturing, photographers moved their equipment around. And in the middle of it a slight, grinning negro with sunglasses and a few flashing gold teeth, and three long-haired boys were hammering name uptempo blues out of their amplified instruments. Which sounded, in that small room, like a lot of name. A lot of pleasant name nevertheless. There are many ways to come to Grollo; Eddie Boyd come as a bluesmusician should. He was born on a plantation near Clarkudale, Northern Mississippi. This small town is more surrounded by an air of romanticism and nostalgia than any other place in the history of the blues - the namen of great singers from the past or present like Charlie Paffon, San House, Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters and John Lee Hooker are all in name way connected to it.
Eddie Boyd's biography shows the inevitable contradictions and uncertainties; to begin with, his birth-date: 'I was born on November 25th 1914, but when I went to get my birth certificate they had registered on the 13th', he told Mick Vernon in 1965. He spent his youth around Clarksdale, worked in the fields, made name music, but had to leave at an early age after a fight with a white bonn - 'I hit him in the back with the hayfork, right in his crocker bone to paralyse him'. After that incident he joined the stream of migrating Southern negroes abn the Mississippiriver, up North, and in the beginning of the thirties he arrived in Memphis, another important centre of activities in the history of blues and jazz. He played there in the joints and bars, 'created a little band when he was seventeen' and begon to make it on his own - in a small way - as a pianist and a singer.
01 - Nothin´ But Trouble
02 - No Place Like Home
03 - Understanding
04 - Twenty-Four Hours Of Fear
05 - The Hammond Sings The Blues
06 - The Big Boat
07 - Mr. Highway Man
08 - I´m In Your Corner
09 - Swinging Boogie
10 - Early Grave
11 - Little Red Rooster
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