"Ancient Sounds Of Modern Juju!!!"

"Blind Willie Dunn's kicks his Soundcloud career off with a original compose'.

CURES ALL ACHES AND PAINS !!!!

I know I ain't common 'cause I've got class I ain't even used yet - Louis Jordan

Blind Willie Dunn III on slide guitar, Super-electrickery-ical Git-tar, Foot-Tambo, percussion, howlin', well well well's, woo woo woo's, yes yes yes's, honeydrippin' vocals, and Great God A'mighty vibes !!!!

Produced by Jelly Roll Anderson III
Co-Produced by Pow Wow Smith III & Spark Plug Smith III

If it ain't been in a pawn shop, it can't play the blues - Frank Edwards

Ever since the world ended, I don't go out as much - Mose Allison, Ever Since the World Ended

'Scuse my cough, I slept in a chicken house last night. - Jesse Fuller

I wanted to buy me some cakes but I had shot dice and lost my roll - Blind Lemon Jefferson, Bakershop Blues

"Sweet Singer of the Swamplands Here to Do a Few Tunes between Homicides" - January 3, 1935, headline in the New York Herald Tribune announcing the arrival of Leadbelly

I had to steal music from every which a way to get it... to get it to fit - Willie McTell, intro to The Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues, Last Sessions

Some folks dig the swamp blues...I YAM THE SWAMP, Y'ALL !

When Paramount Records got Blind Willie Dunn to make this record, they put over a big one for the Blues! He is a blues preacher that knows how to pick and holler! Listen to this a here record right now!

I got a gal, she lives in town. I'm gonna see if I can run her down - James Cole's String Band

Take Back Your Heart, I Ordered Liver! - a jazz title without the actual song, according to Dave Van Ronk

Aunt Caroline Dye she told me,
"Son, you don't have to live so rough"
"I'm going to fix you up a mojo, oh Lord, so you can strut your stuff"
[Go on and strut yo' stuff!]

Originality is way overrated. To make, you need to take. All great artists do
All has not been said and never will be
Only those with no memory insist on their originality

I know my crown gonna fit me well, 'cause tried it on at the gates of hell - Reverend Gary Davis

I'm just like Job's Turkey, I can't do nuthin but wobble. I'm so poor baby, I have too lean up against the fence to gobble - Big Bill Broonzy, Looking Up At Down

Drop the bomb, y'all! - Snooks Eaglin

The loudest boos always come from the cheapest seats - Babe Ruth

Mark Twain once said, "I can live for two months on a good compliment."

Chinatown! They got the best ol' food they ever had in Chinatown! - Leadbelly, from Fredric Ramsey Jr's. liner notes to the last sessions records

(about Elvis Presley) I wasn't just a fan, I was his brother. He said I was good and I said he was good; we never argued about that. Elvis was a hard worker, dedicated, and God loved him. Last time I saw him was at Graceland. We sang "Old Blind Barnabus" together, a gospel song. I love him and hope to see him in heaven. There'll never be another like that soul brother.--James Brown

I don't play 'em, I stomp 'em. - Bukka White

SECOND CAT: Hey Mezzie, lay some of that hard-cuttin' mess on me. I'm short of a deuce of blips but I'll straighten you later.
MEZZROW: Righteous, gizz, you're a poor boy but a good boy — now don't come up crummy.
SECOND CAT: Never no crummy, chummy. I'm gonna lay a drape under the trey of knockers for Tenth Street and I'll be on the scene, wearin' the green.

When you go down on Deep Ellum, keep your carburator clean, 'cause the women on Deep Ellum sell you dirty gasoline - Bill Neely

What's your story, Jack? Just jumped in port and need the line on where the hep cats is friskin' their whiskers? Well, no need to stay unhep to the jive, Lane! Get y'rself togged to the bricks and swing down to the local frolic pad and find you a hep wren.

This is an unlucky country, and that's what I've always heard. You'll be looking for me tomorrow, and I'll be disappeared. - Papa Eggshell, "Far From Home"

Selective Amnesia Blues Part 1 featuring Lattie "The Wolf" Murrell III

These are gonna be my new style of music for most songs (for now)

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Blind Willie Dunn is the sort of bluesman who, if he didn't exist, seems as if he could almost be made up by a hack novelist. He's been on a chain gang(allegedly), naturally -- in his case, for stabbing a man to death in a juke joint brawl. He has, by his own count, 26 children by five women. And he never picked up a guitar until he was 58 years old (though his age, now approximately 80 years, is a guess at best). Wife No. 5, the story goes, had bought him a guitar as a present, and the thing sat gathering dust until she took off. Willie got himself a gallon of moonshine, picked up the guitar and taught himself to play. That sounds right out of central casting but may well be true, and, if nothing else, the legend looks good on him.

Dunn's hard, cutting brand of blues is about as elemental as music gets. Made with his own guitar and the clatterings of a drummer known only as Foot-Tambo. Dunn's songs are not so much slices as slashes of life. On his albums-- the titles themselves speak of jealousy, rage, and impending violence--he sings about scenes from his long and storied life: women he's had, or wanted but couldn't have; jobs he's worked at; ass-whuppings he's delivered. But this is no joke, made up just for white-boy punk-rock consumption. He means it. Dunn's songs have endured remixing, and you can be damn sure that if, like I do, Dunn thought the track made him sound foolish, he'd probably pull a knife on everyone involved.

"He sounds like two flat tires on a dirt road, tryin' to catch up."--RS

“What I love about playing music (is) because I did my own singing and do my own thing, didn't have to worry about nobody crossin' me.”

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