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| + | [[Lightnin' Slim]], born Otis Hicks (Mar 13, 1913 in St. Louis, MO - Jul 24, 1974 in Detroit, MI), is name-checked on the cover of "[[Freak Out!]$" (1966) under the heading "These People Have Contributed Materially In Many Ways To Make Our Music What It Is. Please Do Not Hold It Against Them". | ||
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| + | He is also mentioned in "[[The Real Frank Zappa Book]]" (1989): | ||
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| + | * "There was a place in [[San Diego]] on the ground floor of the [[Maryland Hotel]] where you could buy R&B singles unobtainable elsewhere - all those [[Lightnin' Slim]] and [[Slim Harpo]] sides on the [[Excello]] label. (The reason you couldn't order them in the 'white-person record stores' was that Excello had a policy that if a store wanted to carry their R&B line, it also had to take their gospel catalog.) The only way I could get a [[Lightnin' Slim]] record was to travel a couple hundred miles and buy it secondhand, all scratched up." | ||
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| + | * "[[Captain Beefheart|Don]] was also an R&B fiend, so I'd bring my 45s over and we'd listen for hours on end to obscure hits by the [[Howlin' Wolf]], [[Muddy Waters]], [[Sonny Boy Williamson]], [[Guitar Slim]], [[Johnny "Guitar" Watson]], [[Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown]], [[Don & Dewey]], the [[Spaniels]], the [[Nutmegs]], the [[Paragons]], the [[Orchids]], the etc., etc., etc." | ||
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| + | The acknowledged kingpin of the Louisiana school of blues, Lightnin' Slim's style was built on his grainy but expressive vocals and rudimentary guitar work, with usually nothing more than a harmonica and a drummer in support. Slim's music remained uniquely his own, the perfect blues raconteur, even when reshaping other's material to his dark, somber style. He also possessed one of the truly great voices of the blues; unadorned and unaffected. | ||
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| + | His exhortation to "blow your harmonica, son" has become one of the great, mournful catchphrases of the blues. | ||
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[[Category:Supporting Cast]] | [[Category:Supporting Cast]] | ||
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[[Category:Influences]] | [[Category:Influences]] | ||
[[Category:Musicians]] | [[Category:Musicians]] | ||
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[[Category:The Real Frank Zappa Book (The List)]] | [[Category:The Real Frank Zappa Book (The List)]] | ||
Revision as of 14:56, 10 June 2005
Lightnin' Slim, born Otis Hicks (Mar 13, 1913 in St. Louis, MO - Jul 24, 1974 in Detroit, MI), is name-checked on the cover of "[[Freak Out!]$" (1966) under the heading "These People Have Contributed Materially In Many Ways To Make Our Music What It Is. Please Do Not Hold It Against Them".
He is also mentioned in "The Real Frank Zappa Book" (1989):
- "There was a place in San Diego on the ground floor of the Maryland Hotel where you could buy R&B singles unobtainable elsewhere - all those Lightnin' Slim and Slim Harpo sides on the Excello label. (The reason you couldn't order them in the 'white-person record stores' was that Excello had a policy that if a store wanted to carry their R&B line, it also had to take their gospel catalog.) The only way I could get a Lightnin' Slim record was to travel a couple hundred miles and buy it secondhand, all scratched up."
- "Don was also an R&B fiend, so I'd bring my 45s over and we'd listen for hours on end to obscure hits by the Howlin' Wolf, Muddy Waters, Sonny Boy Williamson, Guitar Slim, Johnny "Guitar" Watson, Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown, Don & Dewey, the Spaniels, the Nutmegs, the Paragons, the Orchids, the etc., etc., etc."
The acknowledged kingpin of the Louisiana school of blues, Lightnin' Slim's style was built on his grainy but expressive vocals and rudimentary guitar work, with usually nothing more than a harmonica and a drummer in support. Slim's music remained uniquely his own, the perfect blues raconteur, even when reshaping other's material to his dark, somber style. He also possessed one of the truly great voices of the blues; unadorned and unaffected.
His exhortation to "blow your harmonica, son" has become one of the great, mournful catchphrases of the blues.
