Long John Baldry: mp3: Long John’s Blues; Looking At Long John; Let The Heartaches Begin; It Ain’t Easy; Baldry’s Out. Long John was one of those legendary British singers I would hear mentioned or thanked or featured on lps but he never had a North American hit & so never broke into the market here.
A few years ago I did a bit of a search & found some of this early lps. Much to my surprise & delight one of them is 1979‘s Baldry’s Out! Turns out he’s was one of those not so secret queers all those years who finally made the move to be open about it. He was called Long John because of his height 🙂
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He has a great voice, great songs & great musicians on these recordings. They span from too over produced to fine soul-blues & rock. Elton John wrote ‘Someone Saved my Life Tonight’ about Long John helping him to deal with fame & sexuality.
Rounding out the mp3 collection is some Bobby “Blue” Bland: Two Steps From The Blues; & BB King: Together for the First Time Live; Reflections in Blue. stand alone: The Millennium Collection. Bland is not bland & is a perfect musical compliment to Baldry. Soulful blues with an gospel/r’n’b edge, great production work at all times & a superb, emotionally resonant voice too. “I Pity the Fool” stands the test of time.
October 10-12 – attending – Gratitude Roundup http://www.torontogratitude.org
October 19 – feature – Cabaret Noir – Pinebow
November 1-30 – participating – NaNoWriMo 2014 – http://nanowrimo.org
“Stop looking at me like that,” Paul reached inside his jacket. “Or I’ll make you stop looking.’
“It’s the missing virus, isn’t it?” Greg was appalled that someone would use it as a threat over such a minor incident.
“Well, aren’t you the smart one. What did you think it was? A box of chocolates.”
“Paul — “
“I said stop looking at me like that or I will put an end to life as we know it.’
Greg closed his eyes. “Is this any better.”
“Now you are just mocking me.”
“I am not mocking you. Please but I — I can’t go on like this.”
“Like what? Looking at me as if I was dirt. As if I wasn’t here. As if I was nothing. The way you look at at everyone. Someone has to put a stop to you and I’m the one to do it.”
“Yes Paul. I can see that you are upset but catapulting the world into the death throes of that virus certainly isn’t in proportion.”
“Ha. What do you know about proportion? How much credit have you taken for this particular strain.”
“None! Ha! Then why is it called Greg’s Pokemonitis. Why? Hmmm. Mewtwo got your tongue.”
“Paul I didn’t name it.”
‘”hat’s not all you didn’t do. You didn’t set foot in the Lab once while we were working on this, did you? Speak up. I can’t hear you.”
“No, I didn’t step into the Lab once. We can change the name. We can name it after you. How would that be?’
“Stop squirming you worm. It’s too late and you know it.”
Paul toyed with the test tube. The glowing yellow fluid rolled around the inside as if trying to reach the top. He held it up to the light.
“Such a pretty color, don’t you think?”
Greg reached up for it but Paul pulled it back.
“Oh, very brave now, aren’t you.”
“Doesn’t take bravery to want to live.”
“No more than it takes to steal from others. To claim for yours the hard work of others and then … on top of that …” Paul’s voice dropped to a whispered sob, “to steal their very loved ones out from under them at the same time.”
“So that’s what all this about is it? That damned Pikachu? You’re just upset because …”
“Damn rights I’m upset. I’ve spent years with that one lab rat and now she only wants you to feed her. Well, no more. You’ve stolen the last affection you are going to steal.”
Paul held the test tube high in the air.
“Don’t! I’m sorry. I didn’t think …”
“Of course not. If you could think you would be down there in the Lab and not up here posing for photographers.”