Blues School

Red House- Jimi
Rock Me Baby
Got My Mojo Workin'
The Thrill Is Gone
Born Under A Bad Sign
Sweet Home Chicago

Crossroads
I'm A Man
I Can't Quit You Babe
I'm Ready

What is the "WORK" stuff? .... I hear it's hard.... but some are fascinated by it and can watch it being done...all day long.

Oh come on, NONE of that looks like a proper Blues School!

Tell you what, we'll enroll you in a "real" Blues School.  Here's a look at the coursework:

- First you'll meet this beautiful, caring lady that seems to be completely head-over-heels for you
- Then she'll suggest you take this part-time job with a friend of her's business which pays you five times more than you make now
- When you get home you'll see a gorgeous new car with a ribbon and a "For you!" note lovingly written to you from her

Then, before you can drive the car, get paid or get la.., er, lucky...

- You'll come home to find your home trashed, the car gone, a "You're fired" mailgram waiting and a note tatooed onto your poodle's shaved butt that says "Dear (insert pupil's name here), I've found someone new and his name is (insert your best friend's name here).  I felt it was only fair to take your electronics, music gear and favorite albums as payment for our time together.  I had to leave my cocaine, heroin and handgun hidden at your house because law enforcement will be dropping by later and I wouldn't want to be caught with them.  I found a check in your neighbor's mailbox, signed it over to you and then used your information to cash it at the bank for my trip."

NOW you can start singing the Blues.

bapu

craigb


Oh come on, NONE of that looks like a proper Blues School!

Tell you what, we'll enroll you in a "real" Blues School.  Here's a look at the coursework:

- First you'll meet this beautiful, caring lady that seems to be completely head-over-heels for you
- Then she'll suggest you take this part-time job with a friend of her's business which pays you five times more than you make now
- When you get home you'll see a gorgeous new car with a ribbon and a "For you!" note lovingly written to you from her

Then, before you can drive the car, get paid or get la.., er, lucky...

- You'll come home to find your home trashed, the car gone, a "You're fired" mailgram waiting and a note tatooed onto your poodle's shaved butt that says "Dear (insert pupil's name here), I've found someone new and his name is (insert your best friend's name here).  I felt it was only fair to take your electronics, music gear and favorite albums as payment for our time together.  I had to leave my cocaine, heroin and handgun hidden at your house because law enforcement will be dropping by later and I wouldn't want to be caught with them.  I found a check in your neighbor's mailbox, signed it over to you and then used your information to cash it at the bank for my trip."

NOW you can start singing the Blues.

Let a guy talk long enough and he'll tell you his life story.

Ya

Hoochie Coochie Man
Spoonful
Good Mornin' Little Schoolgirl
Can't Be Satisfied

James just added some 'portant ones. I would add "Key to the Highway" and "Ten Long Years".

Oh, and Cakewalk Blues???

You shook me - Willi Dixon/Zep
The Lemon Song - Zep
Ice Cream Man - John Brim/Van Halen
Everything BB King did

The entire Robert Johnson catalog.

I'm building a nice catalog! Thanks guys! I very much needed a refresher on the blues.

If you want some newer stuff: Tommy Castro, Chris Cain and Debbie Davies are good.

bapu

craigb

Oh come on, NONE of that looks like a proper Blues School!

Tell you what, we'll enroll you in a "real" Blues School.  Here's a look at the coursework:

- First you'll meet this beautiful, caring lady that seems to be completely head-over-heels for you
- Then she'll suggest you take this part-time job with a friend of her's business which pays you five times more than you make now
- When you get home you'll see a gorgeous new car with a ribbon and a "For you!" note lovingly written to you from her

Then, before you can drive the car, get paid or get la.., er, lucky...

- You'll come home to find your home trashed, the car gone, a "You're fired" mailgram waiting and a note tatooed onto your poodle's shaved butt that says "Dear (insert pupil's name here), I've found someone new and his name is (insert your best friend's name here).  I felt it was only fair to take your electronics, music gear and favorite albums as payment for our time together.  I had to leave my cocaine, heroin and handgun hidden at your house because law enforcement will be dropping by later and I wouldn't want to be caught with them.  I found a check in your neighbor's mailbox, signed it over to you and then used your information to cash it at the bank for my trip."

NOW you can start singing the Blues.

Let a guy talk long enough and he'll tell you his life story.

Pfft ... that story is nothing compared to the blues story I have to tell. It's so bad, no matter how much time you give me to talk I'll never tell any of you.

All I'll say is, there's a special place reserved, in a dark cavern, that is underneath the lower levels of the hidden bunker, that sits 2 miles below the bottom floor of hell, where the old demons dwell, that awaits my x-wife.

Almost Fed Up With The Blues ~ John Hiatt & The Goners