It’s been a while since I posted on my Tumblr, but it’s a new year, and with that, I’ve made a resolution to get back to sharing and writing about music.
Anyway, and without any attempt of a fluid segue, Big Bill Bronzy aka Big Bill Broonzy aka Big Bill Broomsley was a fantastic blues-man that was born around the turn of the 20th century somewhere in the Mississippi Delta. He lived in Arkansas until he realized how shitty Arkansas probably was, and then he moved to Chicago in 1920.
Big Bill wrote and recorded a ton of music through the fifties. Though he seldom went back to the Delta, his music always carried a heavy twang and soulfulness that conjured the deep Southern Countryside. Plus half of his songs are stories about insane backwoods sharecropper shit. He doesn’t have a ton of music on the internets, but the above song is pretty awesome, and appropriate while your hangover is possibly still lingering. Enjoy and have a spectacular 2013.
Happy New Years.
