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Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones: Live At The Checkerboard Lounge (DVD)
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On 22 November 1981, in the middle of their mammoth American tour, the Rolling Stones arrived in Chicago. Long influenced Muddy<, Waters and the Chicago blues, the band paid a visit to Muddy Waters' club the Checkerboard Lounge to see the legendary bluesman perform. It didn't take long before Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Ronnie Wood and Ian Stewart were joining in on stage and later Buddy Guy, Junior Wells and Lefty Dizz also played their part. It was a unique occasion that was fortunately captured on camera. Now, restored from the original footage and with sound mixed and mastered by Bob Clearmountain, this amazing blues night is now being made available as a offical release for all blues fans to enjoy.
"THE BLUES HAD A BABY," Muddy Waters sang, "and they named it rock and roll." This winter's night in 1981, the blues and its baby had a family reunion, a spiritual fusion of the Blues King and the World's Greatest Rock and Roll Band. It took place on the stage at the tiny Checkerboard Lounge, Buddy Guy's juke joint on Chicago's South Side.
The Rolling Stones took their name from Muddy's sinister song Rollin' Stone, which the lads were listening to in 1962, twelve years after Muddy recorded it. Twenty years on, they had become the song, and with this unrehearsed jam session, the prodigal sons are rolling home to pay homage to their progenitor.
Muddy Waters moved from the Mississippi Delta to Chicago in 1943, His early recordings for Chicago's Chess Records juiced the Mississippi blues, adapting the acoustic style to the electric guitar. His 1948 recordings Can't Be Satisfied and I Feel Like Going Home electrified Chicago, injecting the energy and power of a streetcar into what had been the mule's loping rhythm. His career took off. Throughout the 1950s, Muddy was the most renowned bluesman, traveling to England in 1958 where he ignited the souls of those who would become America's mid-60s British Invasion. The Rolling Stones first met Muddy on their pilgrimage to the Chess Studios for the 1964 recording of Five By Five (he was arriving as they were, and personally helped them load in their amps.) Their paths crossed a few more times, but never before was there a jam like this night at the Checkerboard.
The night kicks off with Muddy's band warming up the instruments and the house, playing a couple classics to whet the appetite for star time, ladies and gentlemen, star time! Muddy, meanwhile, began the evening like he began all his later gigs—with a bottle of Piper-Heidsieck Gold Label champagne. Harmonica master Mojo Buford, evoking the Native American's nickname for the Mississippi River—"Father of Waters", introduces Muddy as "Father of Blues" and when Muddy straps on his guitar, his band's sound deepens, is instantly imbued with the broad and majestic Mississippi night sky, and with the suggestion of what lurks in the darkest shadows at the crossroads.
Listen to Muddy play that slide guitar and you hear what connects the blues to rock and roll. On Country Boy he eases into it, first sliding up and down the neck like a howling wind, a force that gathers power as it rumbles across the open spaces. Full of fury, the strokes shorten to repeated stabs—a fierce pummeling, then briefly lengthen as if taking a breath only to stab again and again. Other players had done this on an acoustic guitar, but when Chicagoans, and then the rest of the world, heard Muddy doing it on an electric, it was like he'd unlocked the power of lightning.
Muddy's flash wasn't only musical. Strutting about the stage, boasting and bragging, he was godlike, heroic: the men wanted to be him, the women wanted to have him. This charged machismo of Muddy's blues spoke directly to the young Mick and Keith. Pop stars of the time delivered flaccid' drivel compared to the direct thrust of these blues. Sinatra had the virility, but he crooned when these kids wanted to zoom. Muddy had been in his 30s when he'd created these songs that touched the teenaged souls of Mick, Keith, Charlie, Bill, and Brian (and Ronnie and Ian, too). How much more power, then, could these young men pull from the electrified instruments and the higher-powered amps?
During Baby Please Don't Go, the empty table by stage front suddenly filled with the Stones. Overcoats are quickly shed, Mick musses his hair and Keith swigs from a bourbon bottle. The house lady—wearing something in her hair made from curlers and pieces of the Russian Sputnik—arrives with shot glasses, but Muddy's already got Mick coming up to the stage. No time to warm his voice, Mick speaks a couple lines and then breaks into song. Muddy grins as wide as an LP and beams with pride: His legacy lives!
"What about Keith?" Muddy asks, and Mick repeats the behest, a mischievous grin on his face, indicating something like, "Come on bro, I'm sharing this stage with the real deal and you gotta get you some too." Keith has ingested Muddy's essence, evident by his rock and roll entrance: He walks atop the long table to the stage, hugs the house lady and her hair thing, straps on his axe and launches into a solo. His playing is like the jeweler's black velvet that makes the diamond shine. Muddy radiates, Mick's dancing, Ron Wood joins and this small stage is getting tight y'all, and the music's getting loose, and the union is like the natural elements that once combined to make the Mississippi River flow backwards, that have torn land and lives from the fertile Mississippi Delta. Muddy extends his arms at the song's conclusion and Mick, Keith and Ronnie quickly clasp them—a pride of lions, regal, indomitable, fearsome.
There's only one song in the world that can follow that moment, and Muddy breaks into it: Hoochie Coochie Man, the very title stating the twin pillars of the blues and rock and roll: sex and power. Mick's gone to church, shouting encouragement to Muddy, sending him deeper and higher, and when Mick takes a verse, Muddy's the elder preacher egging his protégé on. "I'm the hoochie coochie man," Muddy sings and then gestures between himself and Mick, singing with emphasis, "the whole damn world knows we here."
The banter and swagger continue through the slide-heavy Long Distance Call and then into Muddy's paean to manhood, Mannish Boy. The greatest of Chicago's blues players appear, answering this clarion call: Buddy Guy, Junior Wells (who taught a younger Mick some harmonica tricks), and Lefty Dizz. Others will join this jam, and it's hard to tell who's enjoying whose company more, nor does it matter—Mick writhes like a lithe go-go dancer, so excited he's chewing his fingers, a kid in a candy store. Keith's swinging his guitar like a nine-pound hammer, and Ronnie's euphoric. Junior belts a verse like he's leading the Army of God, Buddy can't stop smiling, and Lefty hugs everyone, a scene of lost cousins reunited. Above them all, the rock from which Mt. Rushmore was cut, there's mighty Muddy "Mississippi" Waters.
The night, as all nights, was fleeting but its impact—enormous. In two years time, Muddy would succumb to cancer, and in three decades—where we find ourselves now—we can revel in the marriage between the greats, the love and grit rising from the shared stage. Blues and rock and roll were democracy in action, shot from six-strings, shouted from husky throats. They were the twin heads of the roiling beast, the screaming war cries of underdogs, of youth culture, the voice of the disenfranchised that justly triumphed over the mainstream establishment. "These boys did so good," Muddy says from the stage. "I love them all. Bless their hearts." Amen, blues preacher, amen.
Robert Gordon Author of Can't Be Satisfied: The Life and Times of Muddy Waters
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|02||Flip Flop And Fly||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|03||Introduction||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|04||You Don't Have To Go||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|05||Country Boy||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|06||Baby Please Don't Go||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|07||Hoochie Coochie Man||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|08||Long Distance Call||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|09||Mannish Boy||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|10||Got My Mojo Workin'||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|11||Next Time You See Me||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|12||One Eyed Woman||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|13||Baby Please Don't Go||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|14||Clouds In My Heart||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|15||Champagne And Reefer||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
|16||Instrumental 1° (credits)||Muddy Waters & The Rolling Stones|| |
"We went on tour with a lady named Ann Cole. She's the one that originally did 'Mojo,’" says his then-road harpist, James Cotton. "Muddy said, 'That's my kind of stuff there, talkin' about the mojo and all that kind of thing. I need to learn that song so I can do it.' He said, 'Learn the words to it for me.' So I learned the words, and I learned to play it. I taught him the words when I knew everything. They recorded it, him and Walter. It did pretty good.
When Muddy got back to Chicago, he made the song his own on either December 1, 1956 or January 16, 1957. As Cotton noted, Little Walter was still his main harp man in the studio; other participants were his essential 88s ace Otis Spann, guitarist Jimmy Rogers, bassist Willie Dixon, and new drummer Francis Clay. But this rendition wouldn’t be the one everyone so widely copied; that version was done live at the 1960 Newport Jazz Festival with James on harp (Chess issued Waters’ set on LP). "I put the arrangement on there," says Cotton. "Now it's a classic."
In between the two Mojos, Waters made his maiden voyage to England in 1958, bringing along his electric guitar. British fans accustomed to Big Bill Broonzy’s acoustic blues weren’t quite ready for the aural assault. "I went over there, and they went stone nuts. ‘Where’s he comin’ from with all this noise?’" said Muddy, who tried to comply on his next visit. "I go back a couple of years later and didn’t bring it, and then they’re cryin’, ‘Where’s your electric guitar?’"
Always loyal to Chess, the ‘60s weren’t overly kind to Muddy from a recording standpoint. The nadir was his pseudo-psychedelic 1968 travesty ‘Electric Mud.’ Muddy freely ripped the album later on. "I really went with the company with that part," he said. "I hope they never play it." During the mid-‘70s, Waters underwent a studio renaissance on a new label, Blue Sky. Producer Johnny Winter strove to restore Muddy’s original sound on his acclaimed 1977 LP ‘Hard Again.’ "He was one of the young white kids who was really deep into it," said Muddy.
The King of Chicago Blues died of cancer April 30, 1983 at age 70. It’s a sure bet no one will ever take his place. "Maybe somebody else would have come up and went another way," Waters mused. "I came up at the right time and the right season, and I should say, I just taken it over. I just taken Chicago completely over!"
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