Mike Hammar and The Nails
2010-06-20
Mike Hammar

Story

"My dad turned me on to the blues when I was just a kid. He loved listening to the legends. My old man was a self-taught guitar picker. He even figured out how to play Dixie and Yankee Doodle at the same time just like Chet Atkins, all by ear, amazing. He was the first and biggest influence on me as a musician. I remember him playing BB King and T-Bone Walker licks and thinking, that is the special stuff. I want to to play that kind of music. I remember this one time as a kid, my dad and I watched a show on PBS TV about the blues. This interview with Gatemouth Brown had us both in a trance. We couldn't get enough. The slivers of music clips during the show were like little pieces of gold. To this day, I stop in my tracks when I hear the blues out in public. I absolutely have to know where it's coming from. That feeling that I got when I listened to the blues legends as kid still comes over me. They knew exactly what they were cookin' up. They had the recipe."

Lyrics

Recipe for the Blues

When I was a young boy, I heard my daddy play the blues guitar.

Asked him how he learned to cook it like that . He said you don’t have to look to far.

He pulled out a pile of vinyl records, said these folks opened my eyes

They showed me how to cook up them blues, made me realize

They got a recipe for the blues.

They got a recipe for the blues.

They got a recipe for the blues.

Yes they do.

 

Add a hand full of mojo,

a little pinch of Coco,

and a whole lotta boom, boom, boom.

 

Add a hand full of mojo,

a little pinch of Coco,

and a whole lotta boom, boom, boom.

 

They got a recipe for the blues.

 

Daddy said You stir in some Lightin’ Hopkins, add a little Gatemouth Brown

Mix Howlin’ Wolf and Muddy Waters when you feel like getting’ down

Fire up a T-Bone Walker and sprinkle it with BB King

Sauce it up with John Lee Hooker, Let Coco Taylor sing

They got a recipe for the blues.

Yes they do

Allbert King cook it up true

Buddy Guy got it too

 

 

Add a hand full of mojo,

a little pinch of Coco,

and a whole lotta boom, boom, boom.

 

Add a hand full of mojo,

a little pinch of Coco,

and a whole lotta boom, boom, boom.

and a whole lotta boom, boom, boom.

Yes a whole lotta boom, boom, boom.

They got a recipe for the blues.

Mike Hammar and The Nails
2010-06-20
Mike Hammar

Story

"I was in New Orleans a couple of weeks before Katrina hit. I couldn't believe the images on all of the news networks after the hurricane. I sat there at home, full of disbelief and grief. I thought to myself, I was just there, it can't be like that. All of the landmarks and people in this spectacular, historic, and culturally rich American treasure of a city were forever changed. I had brought back some souvenirs from my trip, Spanish moss and Mardi Gras beads, for my cousin's wife who was raised in New Orleans. I stopped by to give her the gifts and talk about my travels. She had a personal story for every landmark that I mentioned. She explained the history of the special places from a local's perspective. As we spoke that evening, I could never have imagined that only weeks later she would be heading back to that same city, back to St. Bernard Parish to find and identify her father's remains. Katrina had sent him home. I wished that I could have turned back time."

Lyrics

Before Miss Katrina

Take me, take me back before the day.

Back down to New Orleans, Louisiana, USA.

Before Miss Katrina had her way.

 

Take me down to the Mississippi River. I wanna take a ride on the Creole Queen.

Take me down to the French Quarter. Grab a mojo bag for me.

Take me down to the Crescent Moon City, take me back.

 

Take me back, wanna take a stroll around Jackson Square

Gypsy woman reading tarot cards totally unaware

Hear the ghost of Marie Leveau whispering, Ya’ll better beware.

 

Take me back, gotta hear the music on Bourbon Street

Drink and ice cold hurricane, give away some Mardi Gras beads

Live life the way the Cajuns say, Laissez les bons temps  Roulé

 

Take me, take me back before the day.

Back down to New Orleans, Louisiana, USA.

Before Miss Katrina had her way.

Mike Hammar and The Nails
2011-01-12
Mike Hammar

Story

"I have great memories of night fishing out on the San Joaquin River with my family folk. We would take lanterns out there to light our way, bait up, tell stories all night long, and try our best to catch the biggest catfish. The elders shared their wisdom while the young bloods fished hard and the little kids pretended to watch their poles. They were too busy worrying about the noises that the bugs, frogs, and critters were making out in the dark. We called our fishing hole Catfish Junction."

Lyrics

Down at The Junction


Lazy green river on a full moon night

Me and my kin folks hope the fish gonna bite

Down at the junction late at night

Everything feeling right

 

Bullfrog croakin’ skeeters on the prowl

Crickets fiddlin’ hear the hound dog howl

At the catfish junction late at night

Everything feeling right

 

Old man's smilin’ we got fish on the line

Tellin’ tall tall tales ‘bout the good ol’ times

Down at the junction late at night

Everything feeling right

Everything feeling right

Everything feeling right

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