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A Man Who Has Nothing In Particular To Recommend Him Discusses All Sorts of Subjects at Random as Though He Knew Everything

I Got A Gypsay Woman, Givin’ Me Agvice

Like holding a bus station microphone up to a Hiroshima bomb. It’s a Rocket 88 running from the law of averages with the lights off. A hive of angry bees sliced thin with a meat-packer’s blade. Mount Vesuvius with the knob set to simmer. A club of off-duty arsonists lighting a Lucky Strike with a flare. A Big House rent party supreme. A Buddha made from a bucket of mud, a gallon of process, and a half-ton of lightning.

Muddy Waters!

10 Responses

  1. With all due respect to Mr. Waters, his mojo was certainly working on us. Especially the boy, he was dancing up a storm. Thanks!

  2. A can of beans heated with a quarter stick of nitrostarch.

    A long-distance track man running on a treadmill on a train.

    A confidence man practicing law at the courthouse steps.

    This is fun. I'm trying to learn from the best.

  3. Did they have the band's pants glued down? Shoes moved, but the harp player was the only one who jumped, and he sat back down so fast I thought he hit his head.

  4. I love the way he just wears guitar in that clip.

    When I was a kid way into learning all about electric guitar, I was sorta surprised to find that Muddy wasn't really a particularly accomplished or flashy guitarist of special note. He was more like a well-rounded whole Blues package.

  5. Nothing is cooler than some Muddy. I laugh every time I hear "She's Nineteen Years Old".

    I like to listen to his punchy voice and screaming guitar – followed by the Wolf's heavy machinery over gravel road siren with Hubert Sumlin smooth picking.

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