Lightnin' Hopkins - Stefan Grossman's Guitar Workshop
Lightnin' Hopkins - Stefan Grossman's Guitar Workshop
Lightnin' Hopkins - Stefan Grossman's Guitar Workshop
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since. You think I’m lyin’, but that’s the truth!”<br />
Lightnin’ had little use for other guitarists: “Can’t nobody<br />
talk ‘bout me bein’ jealous of no guitar player,” he<br />
boasted, “‘cause I learned all them sons of bitches how to<br />
play!” Even B.B. King? “Listen at him! He ain’t got but one<br />
tune. He come down to Galveston one time and got all his<br />
stuff from me.” One longtime associate said in admiration,<br />
“Some folks mellow when they get older, but not<br />
Lightnin’! He’ll be scratchin’ n’ bitin’ till the day he dies.”<br />
The sole conversation in which I engaged him began<br />
with me telling him I last heard him play in Oklahoma City.<br />
“Man, that’s a tough town,” he said. “Them cowboys is<br />
rough. Wonder what makes them so rough?” Then we talked<br />
about rodeo clowns and bull riders, sharing a mutual respect<br />
for the badness of cowboys. And once we were talking,<br />
I asked if he would play a song during his performance<br />
that night:<br />
Don’t the moon look pretty,<br />
Shinin’ through the trees?<br />
Don’t the moon look pretty, darlin’,<br />
Shinin’ down through the trees?<br />
I can see my baby, but she can’t see me.”<br />
“You want to hear that?” Lightnin’ said. “Yeah, all right.<br />
You know I remember that. You ask me nice. Now if someone<br />
ask me nice to play somethin’, I do it.”<br />
Lightnin’ honored my request that night and I recall<br />
with gratitude that and the many other occasions when his<br />
music moved me. His bitterness, transformed into music,<br />
gave off an awesome beauty. Lightnin’ made blues as deep<br />
and raw as anyone who ever worked the idiom. Despite<br />
deep chasms of time and culture, his “audio snapshots”<br />
still sear listeners with piquant pains and pleasures: pains<br />
of penitentiaries and sharecropping and loves lost, pleasures<br />
of country frolics and Texas moons shining on sleeping<br />
lovers. Listen. Such poetry as his will not be sung again.<br />
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