every evening find me moanin‘, I’m alone & cryin‘ the blues
Every Morning find me moanin‘ / Cause of all the trouble I see / Life’s a loosing gamble to me / Cares and woes have got me moanin‘ / Every evening find me moanin‘ / I’m alone and cryin‘ the blues / I’m so tired of payin‘ these dues / Everybody knows I’m moanin‘ / Lord, I spend plenty of days and nights alone with my grief / But I pray, really and truely pray, somebody will come and make me believe (Charles Mingus)
posted: Januar 21, 2015
under: black & white, jazz, pictures
tags: 35mm, b & w, Berlin, Charles Mingus, folks, img, jazz, M9, music
Sax and more.
Ein Bad in Tönen,
fixiert von Augen,
die fesseln.
Heiße Nummer, und am Ende die Sirene.
Hören – und zwar LAUT.
Danach ist jeder Blues wie weggeblasen.
Gruß, Uwe
Die Nummer in der Version von Charles Mingus haut mich jedes Mal wieder vom Hocker. Hab Dank, Uwe.
Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.
Die Welt bleibt vor der Tür und wir tauchen ab, in die Intimität der Bühne. Versinken ganz in der Musik. Was wären wir ohne den Blues?
Ein feines Bild!
Viele Grüße,
dm und mb
Der Blues ist alles & ohne den Blues ist alles Nichts. Danke schön Ihr beiden.
Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.
Moving music in this blurry capture of the man and its instrument, moving music moving us in its strong spirit of the blues, moving capture, bro, for us directly from the Badenscher Hof (?), totally crazy, which means totally free.
With Mingus for alternate brother of Paul Griesbach (photographed here, a musician I don’t know), Mingus totally crazy, totally free!
„Life’s a losing gamble to me“ tells us the song, a song we also could experiment in our lives, Florian, but also an opportunity to discern in its grieves the most beautiful inspirations.
It’s the music that keeps us walking these roads. It’s the songs that helps us through another night. It’s the blues we found at the crossroads & we can’t get rid of, bro. And every unknown musician prooves we are on our way to distant jazzy shores. Thanks, Francis.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
ay, Fritsch, buddy, sometimes one just has to let go, and lose oneself in those dionysian bebop-grooves of dark velvet whiskey nights, sometimes everything is out of focus and it’s all rain dogs and Hamburg-jazzers that pulls us through…
keep ‚em coming, pal!
Hepp!
And sometimes the letting go is the most beautiful inspiration, buddy. And those jazzy nights, smoke & whiskey filled, is all it takes to stop the wanderer before he’s leaving again.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Was für eine Bildgewalt, welche Wucht, das „stumme“ Bild explodiert förmlich. Die Unschärfe und die Bewegung des Musikers passen perfekt.
Ich empfehle Charles Mingus zur geistigen Reinigung … durchblasen lassen & anschließend alles neu entdecken. Denn so eine kleine Explosion hilft fast immer. Vielen Dank, Walter.
Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.
Love the pic and the music ! :)
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
“ Einfach“ sehr schön. Es ist ja richtig dass das Leben vor der Tür bleibt wie Ihr Freund schreibt. Für wen in der Einsamkeit lebt aber vielleicht auch für die anderen die sich vielleicht darüber taüschen.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hojH5St62bw
Thanks, Michèle. For the great comment & the great Brel. It’s a short moment to close the door for all worries, diving deep into those tunes & than open the door again to meet starngers, to meet people & follow them for a short while on the same path.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
désolée: j’avais oublié que le lien s’ouvre chez vous: vous pouvez l’enlever; j’aimerais mieux
Everything’s fine, Michèle. I like your mucicial contributions. And I don’t want to delete it.
I have a question: Is the i-person of the song a (religious) believer.I first paid attention to the end of the words.
He’s truly believing in salvation & finding salvantion in the blues, I think.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
I thank you and wish a good day to you, Fritsch.
Let that sax wail and pull me in and say what I can’t say and cry the tears that i won’t let fall. We all need a little help sometimes. We all need to know that what twists and turns inside can find a small way to escape from time to time. Play on, Brother.
Thanks, Phil. And I’m with you & that sax wailing & pulling. We all need it from time to time. To let it all out & dry those tears never cried & find salvation in the blues. Thanks, my friend.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Hi baby, how did i miss so many of your beautiful pictures??? i have been getting my novel published in paperback, it’s been a crazy ride and i’m so sorry for missing out on any bit of you, my sweet Florian… if music be the food of love, play on!