RiffDraft

I’m no big fan of the blues. The early stuff is really raw and often repetitive and I can’t relate to it. The one exception for me is Mississippi John Hurt. His music seems to come from some other place: somewhere profoundly simple and sweet. He’s no snake-charmer, he doesn’t pack a pistol in his boots, and he’s not running around with your woman. And I like that.

Listen to the song below. Everything about it is simple. It’s no more than a verse and a chorus (or is the verse and chorus the same?). The guitar is sparse, jumpy and driving, and the voice, soft and creaky. But something about it transcends it’s humble ingredients and, if you’re me, you listen to it again and again. There’s just something there…

My Creole Belle