St. James Infirmary Blues - Willow Rutherford
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- Опубліковано 3 січ 2015
- Willow Rutherford performs Saint James Infirmary Blues on a harmonium pump organ, live at Studio Migratoire in Montreal.
Audio track available @ / willowrutherford
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Great song, wonderfully sung! Nightmare traffic! No wonder life expectancy in cities was so short back then!
I want the First white horse and the Stanley Steamer........ and of course that voice! WOW..... you should go play organ with my nephew in Germany!
As imagens do trânsito do início do século XX são incríveis. Não canso de vê-las.
A gem. ❤️
When a soul could count the death in the eyes around the card tables, when a man's fedora either said player or fool and fools die all too often and oft with no reckoning; it was my grandpa's time, he was known as "The Butcher" as he played poker with the guys who we would now call "organized crime" yet no less was the law then. It is actually so much better now. Only cowards riot and rage in the safety and approval of a crowd. This was when folks knew what to see and what to dismiss, what was public and what was underground business. I come from the streets so grandpa sent me to the bayou. He had too many plays against his rule. Though he did prevail, there was an invisible war, and nobody much would say so or miss the players who lost. It was a fair chance, for a fair risk. When collection time comes, I am named "RaVen" for a reason, as my Grandpa was a Chief, yet also a mediator, so the Feds had no care of who or what happened in these lairs. I ended up running "blocker" for the stills, and then became "enforcement" for unpaid or retribution made bills. In the end we all do have one thing in common, so I try not to judge, it is that we die, although not for I. Nah. Big Chief he made me as Deathless. Spent hard time in various jails, always being moved as I takeover where I go. Organize. Empower. Agree to rules to survive by. Accord or die. At some point I was noticed and that has taken my up from underground, out of the "wars" and to over 50 countries, on tasks mostly of private finance where by pen or by sword, I am the maker of Accord. I have found friends now all over, that feel the lives I have saved. I was there in India checking out the gigantic quarries, settled a conflict where 3 countries borders were involved with the granite it graced. We used a formula for prorating, not as simple as it sounds, there was anger there was blood so much blood, yet they always do come around. Peace is a matter of dignity, territory, work. Even in N'Orleans, where this video does a good job of getting the mood, there is more than meets the eye. I was offered my own tomb on that task, I refused. I especially love Chris Thomas King's version, yet for my kind, we don't like the fuss, coz we have no such death regard as most. Changling tribe we live and die, so often we change our skin and begin again. Superstition? Just a cute tale? Okay if that keeps me from upsetting anyone. It is cleansing yet to admit what I can, being now incurable they say, I have a strange condition, "Alpha Wave Disorder"- an overload of epi, I am told) that fights my agonizing slow bullet of demise. -Eh, when the doctor told me, my wife called my family and she could not understand why nobody believed this would end me. Hah! That was 1994. I am one of the last 2 survivors of a 25 person "Dead Pool" gamble, and the only other one left- my friend and brother, is one of 3 (myself included) who would not bet against me. All the rest are gone. I walk into crossfire for a ceasefire. I walk into jungles deadly, dark and dread. When I am seen, everyone looks away or shades their eyes, I still can't say why. I am an easy going kind of guy. I was running through the Cat Bah jungle, an Accord chained to my wounded arm. I could see my bones as I left the wreckage (I can fly anything, yet choppers well, gravity lands them).. I was crunching bones under my boots. I heard a click and then a roar. There was a soldier, maybe all of 5'2" and a tiger dragging him into the dark hollow in the woods. I was maybe 20 feet away and I swear to this day, that tiger was a kindred soul. It is typical for me though as my cat is a puma,Sweet Caroline. My wife was an operative, though it became a denial, She was lured by an enemy and I came home barely in pieces, my madness laughing at my pain, only to be told she did something for once, I could not fix, or save her from. It was "the death inside. " The story runs much deeper and it has been asked about even as I have been warned not to tell. Yet I may, I may not. I am still reading the signs. The world is more about how we live than how we die, and this is a song about a man who wants to make a statement going out, that he lived it large, stomped on the terra, feared no man, god nor beast. This one would have no grief, yet a party blasting great jazz on his way out. I adore your video. Thank you and be well. ~RaVen~ .....a Nomad.
Beautiful song, strange farewell.
A julgar pelo comportamento de alguns, correr em frente aos bondes era algo divertido.
The good ol' days, when kids literally played in traffic. I love this version btw.
O cara vai se despedir da amada e acaba elogiando a si mesmo. Muito bom!!!
02.53 will do!
Mano, que trânsito caótico!!!
Os pedestres corriam sérios riscos nesse trânsito louco!!!
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What city is this? The cars seem to have the steering wheel and driver on the right side, but the beat cop looks like something you'd have found in a turn-of-the-century US east coast city.
San Francisco! 1910 I think...
@@SymmetryFilms The cars look a bit older than 1910. More like 1905. The Ford Model T only came in 1908 and is absent here.
@@fonsalkemade 1906 to be exact.
April 17, 1906 San Francisco, Market Street
traffic was fucked all to hell back the then
(Plus) horses (plus ) piles of horse shit + no stop lights.. go with god if u gonna cross those streets lol