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Albert King – Portrait by Shirley Glaser

Albert KingAlbert King – Portrait by Shirley Glaser (New York Magazine Sep 9, 1968)

? 1962 The Big Blues, King Records
? 1967 Born Under a Bad Sign, Stax Records
? 1968 Live Wire/Blues Power, Stax Records
? 1969 Years Gone By, Stax Records
? 1969 King Of The Blues Guitar, Atlantic Records
? 1970 Blues For Elvis – King Does The King’s Things, Stax Records
? 1971 Lovejoy, Stax Records
? 1972 I’ll Play The Blues For You, Stax Records
? 1972 WattStax Wattstax (Compilation), Stax Records (live at the LA Memorial Coliseum 8-20-1972)
? 1973 Blues At Sunset, Stax Records
? 1973 Blues At Sunrise, Stax Records
? 1974 I Wanna Get Funky, Stax Records
? 1974 Montreux Festival (Compilation), Stax Records
? 1974 The Blues Don’t Change, Stax Records
? 1974 Funky London, Stax Records
? 1976 Albert, Tomato Records
? 1976 Truckload Of Lovin’ , Tomato Records
? 1977 I’ll Play the Blues For You, Tomato Records (with John Lee Hooker)
? 1977 King Albert, Tomato Records
? 1979 New Orleans Heat, Tomato Records
? 1979 Chronicle, Stax Records (with Little Milton)
? 1983 San Francisco ’83, (Recorded March 2-10 1983) Fantasy Records
? 1983 Crosscut Saw: Albert King In San Francisco, Stax Records
? 1984 I’m In A Phone Booth, Baby, Stax Records
? 1986 The Best Of Albert King, Stax Records
? 1986 The Lost Session, Stax Records (with John Mayall)
? 1989 Let’s Have A Natural Ball, Modern Blues Recordings
? 1989 Live, Rhino Records
? 1990 Door To Door, Chess Records
? 1990 Wednesday Night In San Francisco, Stax Records
? 1990 Thursday Night in San Francisco, Stax Records
? 1991 Red House, Essential
? 1992 Roadhouse Blues, RSP Records

    Ask Me `Bout Nothing (But the Blues)


    Albert King (1923 – 1992) / Bobby “Blue” Bland (1930 – Still Representin)

    There is a lot of stuff going on in the world right now. War, murder, thievery, rape, genocide, homelessness, etc…the list of jacked stuff goes on forever. I know I shouldn’t have the blues for what I’m about to tell you, but I really can’t help it. I’ve been working on some new songs as a reinvention of sorts and it has been going really, really, really well. The recordings were awesome. I’m trucking along with a good attitude, kinda happy for a change, and then Boom! Explosion! Death! Destruction! My Pro Tools Drive crashed. I haven’t backed up anything in a few weeks. I’m fucked.

    I’ve run about 15 applications to find the data and have retrieved the wav files (along with all kinds of other shit that got deleted a long time ago), but this was a drive dedicated to Pro Tools only and .pft session files are nowhere to be found. Btw, just like they say, data is never really deleted until it is written over by new data a few times…or unless you bust out a 7 to 35 pass file shredding application (which was actually the culprit in my case). Something about the app I was using to really delete old files jacked up the NFTS file tables and MBR or something weak like that. Dunno, this shit feels like someone is sticking a knife in my eye and scraping the inside of my skull while forcing me to listen to a non mixed mixtape of only Black Eye Peas and Miley Cyrus at 1,000,000,000,000 decibels. I hate my life right about now.

    In the words of a living legend Mr. Bobby Bland:

    Ask me who was the first man to make a light burn so bright
    I don’t know, oh lord, I don’t know
    Ask me who thought of using a candle for a light
    I don’t know, oh lord, I know

    But ask me how does a man feel when he’s got the blues
    And I’d say, misused, abused, downhearted and blue
    And Oh, the reason I know this
    Cause the Blues is all I was left with

    I can tell you only one thing right now…what it’s like to have the hard drive blues. Ain’t no love in the heart of this Los Angeles city.

    Take us out Mr. Albert King:

    The beautiful little birds chirpin’ up in the tree, yeah
    Buy you know I just can’t dig the sweet melody
    I’m so blue and all alone
    I’m just a lonely man with everything gone

    I’m a fella with a different groove
    I’m hung up, I can’t hear nothing but the blues