Harmonicahelps.….. from a contented Busker.

 

  That big Ole River That Bayou Sound Those mangroves and gators The Cajuns found. It speaks of displacement It speaks of pain But bluesy NAWLEANS Has sounds that gain . Using a D Harp

  Using C Harp for his Bluesy Stuff huh DAH DAH DAH huh

 

 

  Bobby Gentry

 

  Sound Boom inside the head, mouth and cupped hands...  

 

  The porch now is cool And chores set aside And crickets move in for a chat. The moon o’er the lawn Awaits the pure tone Of reeds and my breath, fancy that. I give them a piece That must start out low Addressing the pain all around But upward its climb To regions sublime Embracing the Mercy I found. This little band dear With notes oh so clear Responds to my cadence and kiss. And night friends all pause Emotion the cause Drawn out by a wee song like this. So artless each chord Resounds to my Lord There must be His love in the tune Each breath and each thought By His kindness bought With heavenly choirs coming soon.

 

  Heard this old ensemble first on Ed Sullivan Show...RRILLYBIG.

  Watched on Dry Comedy Bar or Comedy Dry Bar...whatever. And one for the men, awright. DC Benny

 

 

 

  I CAN PLAY...clah-vay. (repeated)

  Just plain fun as you experiment, or turn on background recording too

 

  Bluesy ensemble. Oh yeah. With bitty chunk of harp.

  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddy_Greene

  Oh Hallelujah, Friends

 

  https://www.harmonica.com/lessons/?utm_source=adwords&gclid=CjwKCAiA6seQBhAfEiwAvPqu18jp9i1-uTAG0WCw2NF7ri-_1hPrz7G920fib1y91354BXOYBln7PRoCotcQAvD_BwE Luke Clebsch

  Tomlin Leckie https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyUvGKht2YVWHOd5nGwlU_w

 

 

 

  Grandpa Elliott

 

  A long time of the Gauthier Gatherings. So good. So embellished.

 

  Wednesday, 16 February 2022 Harmonica Breathing (for the Duke)   What can he teach me about those rather undramatic inhale chords? In another life, a camp song I used to belt out for the kids. Or perhaps at some party with the in-laws and others in their neighbourhood.  Haven't really thought of it in years. The porch now is cool And chores set aside And crickets move in for a chat. The moon o'er the lawn Awaits the pure tone Of reeds and my breath, fancy that. I give them a piece That must start out low Addressing the pain all around But upward its climb To regions sublime Embracing the Mercy I found. This little band dear With notes oh so clear Responds to my cadence and kiss. And night friends all pause Emotion the cause Drawn out by a wee song like this.  DB