HK 18 Something Like
The Blues
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Pull Up A Chair |
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Blue Shadows |
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Rational and Real |
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C C Rider |
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Right Hand Man |
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Corrina |
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Something Like The Blues |
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Molly In The City |
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Strange As It Seems |
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Nothing But a Blues |
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Too Old To Die Young |
The Blues. There are many ways to define and think about the blues. I define “the blues” (h_blues) as some variant of the 12-bar chord progression. This set of songs is an exploration of that progression.
Varieties of the blues progression. This is hardly exhaustive, but it covers a lot.
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1* add IV here (“quick-to-four”)
2** add IV here (I need a name for this one)
3** add V here (“a turn-around”)
Graphically one could designate the structure being used as (for example):
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The middle row is actually unnecessary. None of the variants considered here alter the middle row.
Other Common Blues Conventions
1. The lyrics follow the AAB structure. Most of my songs avoid this convention (as does Dylan); several songs purposely invert the convention, some follow it.
vocal |
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vocal |
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2. There is a call/response pattern in which (very roughly) in each of the three lines, the vocal “call” is in the first two bars, and the instrumental “response” occupies the second two bars. Several of my songs toy with this structure.
3. The scales used are typically pentatonic. I am more prone to diatonic scales, which tends to make many of these songs not sound like blues.
The Blues Challenge. Playing anything like the blues has been a life-long challenge for me, fraught as it is with the potential for cultural stereotyping and appropriation. (The same issues appear in playing reggae, Irish and, to a lesser extent, white southern music, all of which I have done.) But ever since the Rolling Stones led so many of us on a journey back to the real thing, blues has been a force and a source too strong to ignore. I believe that it was Dylan who opened the way for me to sing the blues as a white guy (leading backwards to Hank Williams and Woody Guthrie who did the same thing), and allowed for the concentration on the structure of the blues, apart from the other conventions.
Notes On The Songs
Blue Shadows [A
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To date, the only purely instrumental song I’ve done. This does not quite fit any of the above blues descriptions, deviating in the last two bars. But if you strip out the Bm chords you see a blues structure.
C C Rider. Use a full blues in C, with every chord followed by its relative minor. Then steal the finest blues lyrics and pervert the AAB lyric convention.
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Corinna. This uses the full form. The vocal and guitar are placed in reverse positions from the usual voice/guitar call response positions. Again a standard set of lyrics is used to mess with AAB. It can also be seen as removing the first two bars and placing them at the end. That is:
Molly In The City. Use the full form. Take the first two measures and put them at the end. The vocal back-up is used instead of an instrumental response. The AAB form becomes ABA. This is structurally closely related to Corinna.
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Nothing But a Blues This song is composed of two attempts to confront the three-line blues format with typical country/folk four-line lyric verses. The music is just repeated 12-bar sequences. I.e. it’s ‘nothing but a blues.” The lyrics verses are four lines long.
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The song is divided into two parts, with a one-verse instrumental between them.
In the first three verses each verse, being four lines long, starts one line later in the progression. In the second part of the song each verse is divided as shown. Imagine the lyrics as me trying to explain the song to the band.
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Pull Up A Chair. Start with the 12-bar full format in G. Switch all the IV and V chords. Now divide two 3-line sequences into a 4-line verse and a 2-line chorus (as in the second half of “Nothing But a Blues’)
Rational and Real. Start with a 3-form progression in A. Substitute a G for every D; substitute D for E. Add a non-blues bridge. Write about inscrutable mathematics.
Right Hand Man. Full progression in E. A 4-line verse + 2-line chorus, as in Pull Up A Chair. Write about being a sideman on someone else’s gig.
Something Like The Blues. A basic blues in C. When it’s time for the bridge, do the first line as instrumental and the last two lines as the bridge. Be determinedly diatonic, by using an FM7. Once the music has decided that the song will be called “Something Like the Blues,” make up an appropriate story. Be sure to include the word ‘basic,’ as an inside joke.
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Strange As It Seems. Start with a 3-form in E, with an F#m added after every chord. Then mess around with the last lines. Add a 1-chord bridge.
Try to remember what dreaming feels like.
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Too Old To Die Young Start with a 1-form blues in G. Use the first two bars as intro, start the verse on the first change (to C). Toss in three inscrutable bars to get a 15-bar verse and garnish with a non-blues bridge. That is:
LYRICS FOLLOW
BLUE SHADOWS is an instrumental
CORRINA, CORRINA,
CORINNA, WHERE YOU BEEN SO LONG?
I HAD NO LOVIN' SINCE
YOU'VE BEEN GONE
GOT ME WORRIED DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE
I GOT A BIRD THAT WHISTLES AND SINGS.
I GOT A BIRD THAT WHISTLES AND SINGS.
AIN'T GOT HER IT DON’T MEAN A THING
OH, CORRINA, YOU'RE ON MY MIND.
THINK ABOUT YOU BABY, CAN'T KEEP FROM CRYING.
PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME, DON’T LEAVE ME BEHIND
HEY WHERE WHERE' DID YOU STAY LAST NIGHT?
COME HOME IN THE MORNING WHEN THE SUN SHINES BRIGHT
CLOTHES YOU GOT DON'T FITTIN' YOU RIGHT
LOVE CORRINA, WAY ACROSS THE SEA
I WONDER DOES SHE THINK OF ME
HER MEMORY WON’T LET ME BE
WELL I LOVE CORRINA, TELL THE WORLD I DO
AIN'T ONE THING I WOULDN’T DO FOR YOU
GIMME LITTLE LOVING LET YOUR HEART BE TRUE
CORINNA, WHERE YOU BEEN SO LONG?
I HAD NO LOVIN' SINCE
YOU'VE BEEN GONE
I WORRY ABOUT YOU, DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE
MOLLY IN THE
CITY
MOLLY’S
SHE’S BEEN LIVING, LIVING THE CITY LIFE
WORKING
IN THE CITY, WORKING FOR A RICH MAN’S WIFE
MOLLY’S
SHE’S BEEN LIVING, LIVING THE CITY LIFE
MOLLY
SHE AIN'T THE SAME SINCE SHE WENT THERE
MOLLY
SHE’S LOOKING LIKE SHE AIN'T GOT A CARE
MOLLY
SHE AIN'T THE SAME SINCE SHE WENT THERE
OLD
FOLKS WISHING THAT MOLLY WOULD STAY HOME
SETTLE
DOWN AND LOSE THE URGE TO ROAM
OLD
FOLKS NOW, WISHING THAT SHE’D STAY HOME
THEY
SAY CITY LIFE’S BAD FOR A YOUNG GIRL’S SOUL
THEY
SAY CITY LIFE IS BOUND TO TAKE ITS TOLL
CITY LIFE’S NOT GOOD FOR A YOUNG GIRL’S SOUL
POOR
OLD BERT WELL HE MISSES HIS MOLLY SO
WONDERING
WHY IT WAS THAT SHE HAD TO GO
POOR
OLD BERT HE SURE MISSES HIS MOLLY SO
I
DON’T BELIEVE THAT MOLLY’S GONNA CHANGE HER MIND
SHE
BEEN LOOKING GOOD SINCE SHE LEFT US ALL BEHIND
I
DON’T BELIEVE THAT MOLLY’S GONNA CHANGE HER MIND
NOTHING BUT A BLUES
PART I
NO, DON’T ASK ME TO TELL
YOU HOW IT GOES
YOU WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND IF
I TOLD YOU IF YOU DON’T ALREADY KNOW
AND ANYTHING MORE I SAY NOW
WILL PROBABLY JUST CONFUSE
SO JUST REMEMBER THAT IT’S
NOTHING BUT A BLUES
WITH THAT BEING SAID, I DO
BELIEVE IT’S GONNA FEEL A LITTLE STRANGE
JUST KEEP AN EAR TO THE
RHYTHM AND YOUR EYE ON THE CHANGE
BUT DON’T THINK TOO MUCH,
IT WAS ONLY MADE TO AMUSE
AND DON’T FORGET; IT’S NOTHING
BUT A BLUES
THERE’S NOTHING COMPLICATED
TO IT ONCE YOU GET THE JOKE
JUST A CASE OF TRYING TO
FIX WHAT AIN’T BROKE
NOBODY NEEDS TO KNOW WHOSE
LINE IS WHOSE
AS LONG AS YOU REMEMBER
IT’S NOTHING BUT A BLUES
PART II
MR.
GUITAR MAN, ME AND YOU
GONNA
SPLIT THIS SPACE UP, MAKE IT 4 TO 2
SO
FOR THE MOMENT THAT’S ALL THE NEWS
DON’T
FORGET, IT’S STILL NOTHING
BUT A BLUES
WHEN
I HEARD IT IN MY HEAD IT SOUNDED GREAT TO ME
WHETHER
THAT’S THE CASE OR NOT IS JUST GONNA WAIT AND SEE
LATER
ON TONIGHT WE CAN PASS AROUND THE REVIEWS
BUT
FOR NOW IT’S NOTHING BUT A BLUES
PULL UP A CHAIR
COME ON IN, EVERYBODY’S GLAD YOU CAME
WE DON’T NEED KNOW YOUR BUSINESS JUST YOUR NAME
COME ON AND JOIN THE CROWD
FIRE MARSHAL SAYS ONE MORE’S ALLOWED
IT’S ALL A FRIENDLY AFFAIR, PULL UP A CHAIR
MOVE AWAY FROM THE DOORWAY
STEP ON UP TO THE BAR
DON’T BE WAITING WAY
OVER THERE
PULL UP A CHAIR , PULL UP A CHAIR
YOU MIGHT BE A STRANGER, BUT HAVE NO FEAR
CAUSE THERE AIN'T NOBODY STRANGER
THAN THE FOLKS YOU’LL BE MEETING HERE
ORDER UP A BREW
NOBODY’S COUNTING SO MAKE IT TWO
IT’S NOT LIKE SOMEONE WILL CARE, PULL UP A CHAIR
CH.
MAYBE IT’S BEEN A HARD DAY DOWN AT THE MILL
MAYBE YOU NEED TO FORGET, WELL MAYBE YOU WILL
HERE’S WHAT THAT YOU GOT TO DO
YOU NEED TO HEAR SOME MUSIC AND LAUGHTER TOO
THERE’S NO BETTER PLACE ANYWHERE, PULL UP A CHAIR
CH.
RATIONAL AND
REAL
WHITE
LINES AND BRIGHT LINES NOW WOULDN’T THAT BE EASY
IF
THE LIFE YOU LIVED COULD BE SIMPLE AND BREEZY
LET
THERE BE BLACK AND WHITE, NO SHADES OF GRAY
LET
THE ANSWERS YES OR NO BE ENOUGH TO SAY
BUT
LIFE DOESN’T CARE HOW YOU FEEL
CAUSE
LIFE ISN’T RATIONAL; IT’S REAL
WHEN
YOU LOOK CLOSELY, THE EDGES THEY GET WEIRD
THE
BOUNDARIES ALL ARE SMUDGED AND THE BORDERS SMEARED
ALL
OF THOSE BRIGHT LINES HAVE SIMPLY DISAPPEARED,
AND
SPACE IS EXACTLY AS YOU FEARED
AND
ALL THOSE LINES SHOW LESS THAN THEY CONCEAL
OH,
NO SPACE ISN’T RATIONAL IT’S REAL
LINE ‘EM UP,
AND COUNT ‘EM DOWN,
GIVE A NAME TO
EVERYONE
TELL YOURSELF
THEY MUST BE WHAT YOU SAY
THEN THEY WILL
BE NICELY AND PRECISELY WHAT THEY ARE ANYWAY
IF
YOU THINK REALITY IS SIMPLE LIKE ONE, TWO, THREE
TIED
IN TIDY BOXES, AND ALL FREE FROM PARADOXES
THAT
INTEGERS AND FRACTIONS CAN DESCRIBE EVERY ACTION
I’M
AFRAID I’VE GOT TO SAY, REALITY IS NOT THAT WAY
JUST
GO AHEAD ASK IT, “WHAT’S THE DEAL?”
(IT
WILL SAY).‘ REALITY’S NOT RATIONAL; IT’S REAL”
DON’T
YOU WISH THAT THIS LIFE COULD BE A MODEL OF DICHOTOMY
WHERE
FALSE AND TRUE IS NEVER UP TO ME AND YOU
BUT
THE TRUTH YOU WERE HOPING WOULD BE SEEN
IT
IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE, IT’S IN BETWEEN
AND
THE TRUTH IS JUST A TURNING OF THE WHEEL
BECAUSE
THE TRUTH ISN’T RATIONAL IT’S REAL
CH.
AND
YOU WILL KEEP ON FIGHTING WITH THE WAY YOU FEEL
UNTIL YOU STOP BEING RATIONAL AND START BEING
REAL
.RIGHT HAND MAN
I
GOT LINES ON MY PAGES, I GOT LINES ON MY FACE
SOMEWHERE
ON THESE STAGES, I FOUND MY PLACE
STANDING
IN THE SHADOWS, THERE TO PLAY MY PART
MAKING
SOMEONE ELSE LOOK GOOD … THAT’S THE ART
SO SIT ME SOMEWHERE I CAN SEE YOUR HANDS
AND I WILL TRY MY BEST TO BE YOUR RIGHT
HAND MAN
IT’S
THE SONG, IT’S NOT THE PLAYING, WE CAME HERE TO SERVE
I
DON’T FORGET WHO’S PAYING, AND WHAT THEY DESERVE
SO,
TONIGHT IS NOT GOING TO BE MY TIME TO SHINE
THE
FACE IN THE SPOTLIGHT WILL NOT BE MINE
CH.
IT’S
IN HEARTS, NOT IN HANDS, THE MUSIC MUST BE MADE
BY
THOSE THAT UNDERSTAND, THE MUSIC MUST BE PLAYED
TRY
TO DO NO HARM, THAT MEANS LESS IS USUALLY MORE
AND
I’LL TRY NOT TO FORGET WHAT WE CAME HERE FOR
CH.
extras
EXERCISE
RESTRAINT WHEN YOU’RE WORKING ON THE TRADE
EXORCISE
YOUR DEMONS WHEN YOU’RE NOT BEING PAID
SOMETHING LIKE
THE BLUES
SO
YOU WOKE UP THIS MORNING WITH AN ACHING HEAD
TRYING
TO REMEMBER, ALL THE THINGS YOU SAID
THAT
GHOST OF A MEMORY THAT YOU’RE TRYING TO LOSE
THAT’S
SOMETHING LIKE THE BLUES
ALL
THE WORDS YOU HAD FOR HER LAST NIGHT
WHAT
IN THE WORLD MADE YOU THINK THAT WOULD MAKE THINGS RIGHT
THAT
BROKEN FEELING THAT YOU WISH YOU COULD LOSE
THAT’S
SOMETHING LIKE THE BLUES
WHEN YOU’RE
DOWN THE BASICS AND YOU’RE DOWN TO THE BONE
AND ALL THAT’S
LEFT BETWEEN YOU AND ALONE
IS A SONG THAT
SAYS YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE
WITH SOMETHING
LIKE THE BLUES
LEAVE
HER MESSAGES, BUT SHE DON’T REPLY
YOU
SAY YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, BUT YOU KNOW WHY
WHEN
YOU FACE THE FACT THAT IT’S YOUR TURN/TIME TO LOSE
THAT’S
SOMETHING LIKE THE BLUES
CH.
(Late addition)
ONE
MORE LESSON THAT IT’S TIME YOU LEARNED
ONE
MORE TIME, BUT THIS TIME IT’S YOUR TURN
AND
IF YOU’RE GONNA GET IT , I GUESS YOU’VE GOT TO LOSE
THAT’S
SOMETHING LIKE THE BLUES
STRANGE AS IT SEEMS
STRANGE AS IT SEEMS, I DO HAVE THE STRANGEST DREAMS
NO IT’S NOT A NIGHTMARE, IT’S MUCH MORE LIKE A NIGHT PRAYER
STORIES I COMPOSE, WHEN THE WINDOWS ALL ARE CLOSED
UNDERNEATH THE COVER OF THE NIGHT
WHEN THE MORNING COMES AROUND IT SEEMS
IT’S THE WAKING WORLD THAT FEELS LIKE A DREAM
WHEN DO I GET TO SEE THAT KIND OF CREATIVITY
FEELS LIKE THERE’S A STORY-TELLER, SOMEONE ELSE NOT ME
CHARACTERS AND SETTINGS, THAT I KEEP ON FORGETTING
FACED WITH THE COMING OF THE LIGHT
COME THE MORNING, STRANGE AS IT SEEMS
IT’S THE WAKING WORLD THAT FEELS LIKE A DREAM
BRIDGE:
WISH THAT I COULD
DREAM ALL DAY
DREAM MY WAKING WORLD
AWAY
WONDER NOW WHAT’S IT
GONNA TAKE
TO LEARN TO DREAM
WHILE I’M AWAKE
IF I COULD TELL
STORIES
AS GOOD AS THOSE I
DREAM
THAT COULD BE REALITY
– STRANGE AS IT SEEMS
DAYLIGHT SAYS I’M LEAVING
FROM THE GARDEN OF EDEN
BAKING BRICKS FOR THE TOWER
SPILLING MY LIFE BY THE HOUR
WAITING TIL THE DARKNESS COMES AROUND AGAIN
TO MAKE IT RIGHT
WHEN THE DAYLIGHT BRINGS ME ROUND AGAIN
IT’S THE WAKING WORLD THAT FEELS LIKE THE DREAM.
TOO OLD TO DIE YOUNG
THEY
TOLD THE BEST THING A MAN CAN DO THESE DAYS
IS
LEAVE A GOOD LOOKING CORPSE
AND A
LOVELY WIDOW WEEPING AT YOUR GRAVE
AND I
BELIEVED ‘EM AND OH, THE TRAP WAS SPRUNG
‘TIL I
WOKE UP AND I REALIZED I’M TOO OLD TO DIE YOUNG
I HOPE
I NEVER FALL FOR THE TRAP; HOPE I NEVER PLAY THAT GAME
OF
WISHING THAT ALL THESE CHANGES HAD JUST LEFT THINGS THE SAME
CAUSE
ALL IN ALL, I’M FINE, WITH WHAT I’VE BECOME
YOU
KNOW IT’S NOT A BAD THING BEING TOO OLD TO DIE YOUNG
I WON’T TRY EXPLAINING, BUT I
HOPE I NEVER WILL
FIND MYSELF COMPLAINING ABOUT
MAKING IT OVER THE HILL
I’M GONNA COUNT MY ACHES AND
COUNT MY MISTAKES
AND WRITE IT ALL OFF TO THE GOOD
TIMES
AND WATCH THAT TRAIN PULLING OUT
OF THE STATION
LEAVING ON DOWN THE LINE [RIGHT
ON TIME]
IF I
START TELLING STORIES OF THE WAY THINGS USED BE
I HOPE
YOU WILL BE PATIENT, AND JUST TRY TO HUMOR ME
CAUSE
ONE DAY YOU’LL BE STANDING ON THE VERY SAME RUNG
LOOKING
BACK AND SAYING I’M TOO OLD TO DIE YOUNG
I’M NOT HERE TO PROMISE YOU, THAT WISDOM COMES WITH AGE
BUT I DO BELIEVE THERE’S SOMETHING TO BE LEARNED
FROM LIFE IN EVERY STAGE
NOW I’VE GOT THOSE MELODIES TO BE SUNG
JUST ANOTHER PERK OF BEING TOO OLD TO DIE YOUNG
CH.
I
think we better hold our judgment
Cause
I’ve seen the kids these days
We’ve
no business blaming them
For
the little bit of hell they’ve raised
Heaven
knows we left a lot of work undone
Shame
on the ones now too old to die young