Tartan blankets, Rhythm and booze
The sun was shy but the vibes were hot! Yes, the festival season is in full swing and Saturday it was Jools Holland and his Rhythm and Blues Band at Burghley House, England.
The fun had started much earlier than 5pm. Arriving at the luscious green pastures in the heart of farm country, Burghley House, the tartan blankets and wellies clearly visible in e-i-e-i-o country. The whiff of strawberries and champagne just floating over the smell of fresh cut grass set the mood for a fabulous evening of Rhythm and Blues!
There is no cure for the beat of boogie woogie! No comfy chair or tartan blanket can stop the feet from tapping when the drums begin to hum. Softly building up the tempo, adding the bass guitar and then the firing away on the black and white of the piano. The saxophone begins to energise the soul.
Before you know it the hips begin to sway and the wellies get chucked away! This bare foot African kid is music heavens far away.
From Africa, America, Havanna, or in the UK. That's Rhymn and blues our way! No time for petrified limbs. Move those hips and wiggle that bumb- get down and boogie woogie!
Call it Rhythm and Blues or R&B, if you feel the beat you'll, you move with the heat. Times have changed. R&B was created at a time when the creators where not respected as people who are creative but enslaved. It was these experiences that produced the best rhythms. Creators, not free to persue their own creations. True creation and art lives longer when it's from the heart and not copied!
"Harlem's got a new rhythm, man it's burning up the dance floors because it's so hot! They took a little rhumba rhythm and added a boogie woogie and now look what they got! Rhumboogie, it's Harlem's new creation with Cuban syncopation, it's a killer!
Just plant both your feet on each side. Let both your hips and shoulder glide. Then throw your body back and ride. There is nothing like rhumboogie , boogie woogie. In Harlem or Havana, you can kiss the old Savannah. It's a killer!"
We do not remember the Andrew sister, but long live R&B. Give it some welly!
The fun had started much earlier than 5pm. Arriving at the luscious green pastures in the heart of farm country, Burghley House, the tartan blankets and wellies clearly visible in e-i-e-i-o country. The whiff of strawberries and champagne just floating over the smell of fresh cut grass set the mood for a fabulous evening of Rhythm and Blues!
There is no cure for the beat of boogie woogie! No comfy chair or tartan blanket can stop the feet from tapping when the drums begin to hum. Softly building up the tempo, adding the bass guitar and then the firing away on the black and white of the piano. The saxophone begins to energise the soul.
Before you know it the hips begin to sway and the wellies get chucked away! This bare foot African kid is music heavens far away.
From Africa, America, Havanna, or in the UK. That's Rhymn and blues our way! No time for petrified limbs. Move those hips and wiggle that bumb- get down and boogie woogie!
Call it Rhythm and Blues or R&B, if you feel the beat you'll, you move with the heat. Times have changed. R&B was created at a time when the creators where not respected as people who are creative but enslaved. It was these experiences that produced the best rhythms. Creators, not free to persue their own creations. True creation and art lives longer when it's from the heart and not copied!
"Harlem's got a new rhythm, man it's burning up the dance floors because it's so hot! They took a little rhumba rhythm and added a boogie woogie and now look what they got! Rhumboogie, it's Harlem's new creation with Cuban syncopation, it's a killer!
Just plant both your feet on each side. Let both your hips and shoulder glide. Then throw your body back and ride. There is nothing like rhumboogie , boogie woogie. In Harlem or Havana, you can kiss the old Savannah. It's a killer!"
We do not remember the Andrew sister, but long live R&B. Give it some welly!
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