Word: bluesman
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...Regimen, even if you suspect it's 45 years of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. When Christina Aguilera slinks onstage for a duet of Live with Me, he can't match her volume but aces her on charisma. The only guest who blows Jagger off the stage is bluesman Buddy Guy. When the concert was held, he had just turned...
...Given that his life has already seen enough hardship and redemption to warrant full bluesman stature, Ponnudorai is unfazed by the indifference. A Tamil by ethnicity and Malaysian by birth, he grew up in the tin-mining town of Ipoh, the youngest of 10. Ponnudorai's parents were too poor to buy him a metronome: he learned his exquisite sense of timing by playing along to the creak of an old ceiling fan. Naturally left-handed, he taught himself to play on a right-handed guitar because it was cheaper than a model strung for left-handers (and this...
...variously wealthy, clinically depressed, psychotic and gay. It swings, sometimes disconcertingly, from funny to sad and back. In one story arc a wealthy pleasure-loving cat named Ray dies and goes to hell, where he's forced to drive a 1982 Subaru Brat and gets drunk with legendary bluesman Robert Johnson at a Best Western. This kind of thing never happens to Garfield. The characterization in Achewood is so thorough it's almost novelistic, to the point where it breaks the frame--the strip's creator, Chris Onstad, maintains blogs in the voices of his characters. Achewood's depressed...
...This imaginatively titled tour-de-force pairs a reverent black bluesman—clumsy contradiction or clever irony, you decide—with a white nymphomaniac. Naturally, the bluesman (played by Samuel L. Jackson and named Lazarus, which is almost too much for me to handle) tries to cure her. It was only a matter of time until someone made this movie...
...Free” and a cover of Chuck Berry’s “Have Love Will Travel,” both from “Thickfreakness,” elicited the most response from the crowd, and Auerbach’s signature howl-and-croon, more delta-bluesman than bearded white guy, reached new heights (and depths). Sampling equally from their last three releases, both of the Keys drove the beat to the bone, torturing earth-tinged blues from their instruments with such synchronicity that every head in the venue moved in unison. Indeed...