Mick, singing beside the master, outdid himself that night, and Keith and Ronnie played interlocking guitar parts that sliced like a knife.Įric Clapton called Muddy Waters his father and arranged to take him along as a “special guest star” on his 1979 cross-country stadium tour, partly to expose him to a vast new audience but mostly, one suspects, to hang out and learn. When they last played Chicago, in 1981, Jagger, Richards, Ron Wood and pianist Ian Stewart sat in with Muddy and company at the Checker Board Lounge on Chicago’s South Side. Whenever one of their multimillion-dollar tours would hit Chicago, they’d go visit Muddy where he was gigging, usually in a neighborhood tavern, after their own coliseum show. The Stones never forgot their debt to Muddy Waters. Later came Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone,” and this magazine. He thought enough of an early Chess single of Muddy’s, “Rollin’ Stone,” to name his band after it –– the band he formed with Mick Jagger and Keith Richards after he moved down to London. Brian Jones, a traditional-jazz player in provincial Cheltenham, England, picked up on Muddy’s records and thereupon became determined to learn slide guitar. Most of them grew up across the ocean, and after they heard those first Muddy Waters singles, their lives were never the same. Then there are Muddy’s fair-skinned musical progeny. The list includes other Chicagoans, too– – men like Son Seals and Jimmy Johnson, who came up from Mississippi and Arkansas, following the river and the Illinois Central Railroad to Chicago because that was where Muddy Waters made the blue-label Chess records that had made them want to play blues in the first place. The list begins with the best and the brightest of Chicago’s modern bluesmen, Otis Rush, whose tortured treble-string solos and grainy, heavily freighted vocal timbre fleetingly recall Muddy’s sound, and who smiles – –something he does very sparingly –– at the mention of Muddy’s name. NO ONE EVER SUCCEEDED IN REPRODUCING the sound of Muddy Waters’ blues, but some who started out trying found their own sounds in the process. They say my blues is the hardest blues in the world to play.” My blues looks so simple, so easy to do, but it’s not. But no sooner than I quit playing, it goes back to another different sound. “When I play on the stage with my band,” he said in the Seventies, “I have to get in there with my guitar and try to bring the sound down to me. By himself, Muddy had a sound that was the very essence of the blues, a sound nobody else could make, and he knew it. But they never played blues quite as elemental or as deep as the blues Muddy Waters made alone, with just his voice and the keening metal sound of his slide guitar. His original band, the first truly electric band, had deep Delta roots and two brilliant musicians in harp player Little Walter Jacobs and guitarist Jimmy Rogers. Muddy Waters was a man, a full-grown man, a hoochie-coochie man, but the blues he sang and played were as basic and real as the sound he made when he hummed and beat on the ground with his stick as a child. I’d take my stick and beat on the ground tryin’ to get a new sound and be hummin’ my little baby song along with it.” “When I was around three years old,” he recalled, “anything with a sound, I would try to play it. Later, playmates added the “Waters.” Even his earliest musical experiments came from the earth. His nickname, “Muddy,” bestowed by his grandmother, celebrated that early fondness for mud. “When I got big enough to crawl around, I would play in the mud and try to eat it,” he once told me. The rich, alluvial soil of the Mississippi figured in McKinley Morganfield’s earliest childhood memories. But Muddy Waters, who transformed the Delta’s back-country blues into electric blues, always liked feeling the earth, crumbly and moist against his skin. Some country people who move to the city can’t wait to get away from the mud and dirt. Muddy planted them himself, and when his crowded touring schedule permitted, he could often be found pruning and weeding his little garden, crouched on his hands and knees between his house and driveway, working the brown earth and enjoying the way it felt between his fingers. HOT RED AND GREEN chili peppers, okra, turnip greens, cabbage and tomatoes grow in immaculate, carefully nurtured rows all around the foundation of Muddy Waters’ house in Westmont, Illinois, a Chicago suburb.
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