Bluesmen on Beale Street

[memphis]

 

[MonteMama]

Bluesmen, eh? I wouldn't have guessed they were blues men, except for the neon. Poets, perhaps...

 

[memphis]

Bluesmen, eh? I wouldn't have guessed they were blues men, except for the neon. Poets, perhaps...

aren't all bluesmen poets?

I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
And the day keeps on remindin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail

If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve
And tomorrow was Christmas day
If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day
All I would need is my little sweet rider
Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away

You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, around my door
All around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder, all around your daddy's door
It keeps me with ramblin' mind rider
Every old place I go, every old place I go

I can tell the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree
Tremblin' on the tree
I can tell the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree
All I need is my little sweet woman
And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company

This is part of my ongoing series of Blues photography -- Both of these guys are great at acoustic delta blues as well as an electric blues that is very powerful

 

[MonteMama]

aren't all bluesmen poets?

well, sure, there are all kinds of poets I meant that these blues men in particular, in my opinion, resemble academic poets more than bluesmen poets I get the sense they may be discussing the philosophy of blues more than the way its soulfulness can knock you on your knees.

 

[memphis]

well, sure, there are all kinds of poets I meant that these blues men in particular, in my opinion, resemble academic poets more than bluesmen poets I get the sense they may be discussing the philosophy of blues more than the way its soulfulness can knock you on your knees.

This was taken during a blues competition -- one had a gig, the other was spectating, they play together often... I believe they were pontificating the spectacular specimen of female anatomy that has recently passed before them (talking about a hot chick) - or were just catching up on events...