
Leadbelly es el bluesman de la edad de oro del genero que mas influyo en el rock de los 60-70, e incluso posteriormente. La lista de clasicos que lego es descomunal, asi como su potencia sexual. Por lo que parece presumia de acostarse con 7 u 8 hembras por noche, cosa de la que presume cualquier españolito de a pie. Como el viejo Leadbetter no era iberico le daremos el beneficio de la duda …
No solo retozar entre las sabanas y el blues le tenian ocupado, por lo visto paso muchas temporadas entre rejas por su caracter problematico. Se dice que incluso conmuto una pena en una carcel de Texas por dar un concierto al alcaide de la prision. Otra de las magicas anecdotas del viejo blues.
Os dejo una seleccion de temas del viejo maestro con sus correspondientes versiones de grupos rock:
WHERE DID YOU SLEEP LAST NIGHT
(recordada por todos tras el genial Unplugged de Nirvana, confirmando el buen gusto musical que tenia Cobain)
My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I’m going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
Her husband, was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
LEADBELLY:
NIRVANA:
MIDNIGHT SPECIAL
(pese a todo la version a la que mas cariño le tengo es la de un irreconocible Harry Dean Stanton en “La leyenda del indomable”. De todos modos, si Leadbelly hubiera escuchado la voz de Fogerty estaria muy orgulloso)
You go a-marching to the table, see the same damn thing
Well, it’s on a one table, knife, a fork and a pan,
And if you say anything about it, you’re in trouble with the man
Let the midnight special, shine her light on me
Let the midnight special, shine her ever-loving light on me
If you ever go to Houston, you better walk right, you better not stagger, you better not fight
Sheriff Benson will arrest you, he’ll carry you down
And if the jury finds you guilty, penitentiary bound
Yonder come little Rosie, how in the world do you know
I can tell her by her apron, and the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
She goes a-marching to the captain, says, “I want my man”
“I don’ believe that Rosie loves me”, well tell me why
She ain’t been to see me, since las’ July
She brought me little coffee, she brought me little tea
Brought me damn near ever’thing but the jailhouse key
Yonder comes doctor Adams, “How in the world do you know?”
Well he gave me a tablet, the day befo’
There ain’t no doctor, in all the lan’
Can cure the fever of a convict man
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
It may sound a little funny
But you didn’t make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home
It may sound a little funny
But you didn’t make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home
Oh when those cotton balls get rotten
You can’t pick you very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
I was over in Arkansas
People ask me what you come here for
In them old cotton fields back home
I was over in Arkansas
People ask me what you come here for
In them old cotton fields back home
