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Joe Bonamassa: Dust Bowl

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Label: J&R Adventures
Released: 2011.03.22
Time:
 63:00
Category: Blues
Producer(s): Kevin Shirley
Rating: *******... (7/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: jbonamassa.com
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Purchase date: 2013
Price in €: 1,00





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[1] Slow Train (Joe Bonamassa, Kevin Shirley) - 6:49
[2] Dust Bowl (Bonamassa) - 4:33
[3] Tennessee Plates (John Hiatt, John Porter) - 4:18
[4] The Meaning of the Blues (Bobby Troup, Leah Worth) - 5:44
[5] Black Lung Heartache (Joe Bonamassa) - 4:14
[6] You Better Watch Yourself (Joe Bonamassa, Walter Jacobs) - 3:30
[7] The Last Matador of Bayonne (Joe Bonamassa) - 5:23
[8] Heartbreaker (Paul Rodgers) - 5:49
[9] No Love on the Street (Tim Curry, Michael Kamen) - 6:32
[10] The Whale That Swallowed Jonah (Joe Bonamassa) - 4:46
[11] Sweet Rowena (Vince Gill, Pete Wasner) - 4:34
[12] Prisoner (John Desautels, Karen Lawrence) - 6:48

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Joe Bonamassa - guitars, vocals, tzouras, baglama and slide bouzouki on [2,5], mandolin on [10]
Carmine Rojas - bass on [1-2,4-9,12]
Anton Fig - drums on [1-2,4-9,12], percussion on [2,5], Hammer guitar on [5], shaker on [9]
Rick Melick - organ on [1-2,4-8,12], piano,tambourine on [2,5-7,12], synthesizers on [4], accordion on [5]
Peter Van Weelden - spoken word on [2]
John Hiatt - vocals on [3]
Vince Gill - guitar on [3,11], vocals on [11]
Michael Rhodes - bass on [3,10-11]
Chad Cromwell - drums on [3,10-11]
Steve Nathan - Hammond organ on [3], piano on [3,11]
Tony Cedras - trumpet on [7]
Glenn Hughes - vocals on [8]
Arlan Schierbaum - Hammond organ on [9]
Blondie Chaplin - guitar on [9]
Beth Hart - vocals on [9]
Reese Wynans - Hammond organ, piano on [10]

Kevin Shirley - producer, mixing
Leslie Richter - engineer [Ben's Studio]
Nick Riris - engineer [Black Rock Studios]
Kostas Kalimeris - engineer [Black Rock Studios]
Xenophwn Sbounias - engineer [Black Rock Studios]
Jared Kvitka - engineer [The Cave]
Ghian Wright - engineer [Village Recorders]
George Marino - mastering

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Recorded in sessions at Black Rock Studios in Santorini, Greece, Ben’s Studio in Nashville, TN, The Cave in Malibu, CA and The Village in Los Angeles, CA.

Dust Bowl is the ninth studio album by blues rock guitarist Joe Bonamassa. It was released worldwide on March 22, 2011. The cover art is based on a famous 1936 photograph by Arthur Rothstein.



Joe Bonamassa ist der Mann der Stunde. Sein letzter Streich Black Rock schaffte einen respektablen 22 Platz in den Album Charts. Mit Dust Bowl will der Amerikaner nun endlich auch in Deutschland richtig durchstarten. Unterstützung fand der jetzt schon legendäre Gitarrist bei Kollegen wie Glenn Hughes, John Hiatt und Beth Hart. "The New King Of Blues Rock" wird mit seinem neuen Werk Deutschland im Sturm erobern. Im Sommer gastiert er bereits mit Black Country Communion in Stuttgart, Frankfurt, Leipzig, MYnchen, Berlin, Hamburg und Bonn. Seine "Dust Bowl World Tour" wird ihn dann im Herbst erneut nach Deutschland bringen. Die limitierte Deluxe Edition erscheint mit 64-seitigem Booklet.

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For his second solo album in a year - not counting his excursion with Black Country Communion - Joe Bonamassa, the hardest working blues-rock guitarist of the 21st century, strikes up a bit of a smoky Black Keys vibe, signaling that he’s not quite as devoted to the past as he may initially seem. It’s not the only trick he has up his sleeve, either. Appropriately enough for an album entitled Dust Bowl, Bonamassa kicks up some country dirt on this record, enlisting John Hiatt for a duet on the songwriter’s “Tennessee Plates” and bringing Vince Gill in to play on the lazy shuffle “Sweet Rowena.” These are accents to an album that otherwise sticks to Bonamassa’s strong suit of blues in the vein of Cream, Stevie Ray, and Gary Moore, but it’s just enough of a difference to give Dust Bowl a distinctive flavor and suggests that the guitarist’s constant work is pushing him to synthesize his clear influences into something that is uniquely his own.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - AllMusic.com



2011 release from the American Blues guitarist and singer/songwriter, winner of Billboard Magazine's #1 Blues Artist Of 2010 award. Dust Bowl combines the gritty, blues-based tones of Bonamassa's first albums with the fluid, genre-defying sounds he's mastered in the years since, plus a dose of Nashville in duets with legends John Hiatt and Vince Gill. Dust Bowl, producer Kevin Shirley explains, is very firmly rooted in the Blues, but definitely explores the outer reaches of the genre and showcases Joe's amazing virtuosity as he digs deep into his psyche in some lengthy and blistering guitar solos.

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Slow Train

There's a slow train comin'
It's movin' on down the line
Steel wheels on iron rails
Tonight I'm fixin' to die

Whoo, I hope you don't mind, pretty mama
Whoo, hope you don't mind if I go
'Cause when the steam from the slow train rises
I ain't gonna see you anymore

There's a slow train comin'
Comin' right on time
Smokestacks and bottle lightning
This jumper on the line

Whoo, I can't do without it anymore, pretty mama
Yes, I can't do it without it anymore
'Cause when the steam from the slow train rises
I ain't gonna see you anymore

There's a slow train comin'
To march us home from war
With my leather boots and my haversack
Sure can't take it no more

Whoo, I cried for her baby when I saw you there
Whoo, I cried for her just the same
'Cause when the steam from the slow train rises
I'm gonna cry for you just the same

Well, there's a slow train comin'
Carryin' the mighty worker hordes
Eighteen days in the cotton field
Enough to put a man out of coup d'amour

Whoo, it's time to move on, pretty mama
Whoo, yes, it's time to move on as I go
As the steam from my slow train rises
It's time for me to get on board


Dust Bowl

[Intro]

[Verse 1:]

I'm gonna make my own way
I'm gonna head downtown
Walk around, settle down,
Find me a proper drink
Don't need a helmet
To get me through life
I walk across the water
Blame it on foolish pride

[Chorus:]

Lifting me up
Tearing me down
All you give me is indecision
The classic run-around
Bringing me higher
Keeping me whole
Now I feel like I'm living
Living in a Dust Bowl

[Verse 2:]

Diamonds and pearls
You're that kind of girl
You size me up, to break me down
While you're sipping on your crown royal
I'll give you shelter
Babe, it's your call
It's hard to find truth within
When you're living in your own zone

[Chorus:]

Lifting me up

Tearing me down
All you give me is indecision
The classic run-around
Bringing me higher
Keeping me whole
Now I feel like I'm living
Living in a Dust Bowl

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3:]

Pride and deception
The same kind of pain
And all that's left for me to lose
Is meant for you to gain
Playing it close
Stealing your time
But who cares anyway?
I've gone the extra mile

[Chorus:]

Lifting me upTearing me down
All you give me is indecision
The classic run-around
Bringing me higherKeeping me whole
Now I feel like I'm living
Living in a Dust Bowl

[Outro]

Living in a Dust Bowl...


Tennessee Plates

I woke up in a hotel, didn't know what to do
I turned the TV on, wrote a letter to you
The news was talkin' 'bout a dead man upon the interstate
Seems they lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

Well since I left California baby, things have gotten worse
Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse
Tell that judge in Bakersfield, my trial I'll have to wait
They're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold outside
She was shiverin' in the dark, so I offered her a ride
Three bank jobs later, four cars hotwired
We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire, Yeah!

Yeah If they'd known what we was up to they wouldn't let us in
Now we landed in Memphis like original sin
Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates
Oh, see we're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

Man, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage
There wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge
Wasn't one Japanese model or make
Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs' with Tennessee plates

She saw him singing once when she was seventeen
And ever since that day she's been living in between
I was never king of nothin' but that wild weekend
Anyway he wouldn't care, hell he gave them to his friends

This ain't no hotel I'm writin' you from
The Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain
Where yours sincerely's doin' five to eight
Stampin' out my time makin' Tennessee plates


The Meaning of the Blues

Do you know what it means to walk alone?
And what it means to be, be by yourself?
Do you know what it means when there? s no one to bring you good news?
Then you know, you know the meaning of the blues

Do you know what it means to cry alone?
And what it means to cry by yourself?
Do you know what it means to love a woman you can? t own?
If you do, then you know the meaning of the blues

I? ve been weeping and weeping,
Moaning and moaning,
Crying and sighing all the day
I? ve been hiding my tears
Feel like dying
Wishing love would come to stay
And do you know what it means when the lord is taken away?
I cry, oh I cry
Oh I cry everyday

Yes I know what it means to walk alone
And how it feels to walk by myself
Yes I know what it means to love a woman you can? t own
Yes I do,
I know the meaning of the blues
Yes I know the meaning of the blues
Woo-hoo


Black Lung Heartache

Well, I'm a man of the mountain
I'm just made of dirt
Of this earth, I traveled
Like a shepherd and his herd

And I said hang on, hang on
Black lung heartache

I sleep in a modest house
These green hills I mind
And if I plow, who'll tend my children
Who will be by the side?

And I said hang on, hang on
Black lung heartache

I've shed many tears
Seems I can't shed no more
You can see them on the table
You can see 'em on the floor

And I said hang on, hang on
Black lung heartache

I've seen many men
They become hard as nails
Carrying their hammers
Like keys to a jail

Now I said hang on, hang on
Black lung heartache
Now I said so long, so long
Black lung heartache


You Better Watch Yourself

You better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
I got my eyes on you

Yeah, you steal my heart
Then you go away
Don't tell me
You'll see me another day

You better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
I got my eyes on you

Yeah, I gave you all my love
All my things too
Fine Cadillac
Baby, what you gonna do?

You better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
I got my eyes on you

Oh, show them now, baby

Well, people are talkin'
All over the town
You say you're gonna love me
But you put me down

You better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
I got my eyes on you

Hey, ooh


The Last Matador of Bayonne

I hold out hope
But it stalls
Soon, the last curtain falls
A hundred years of past has spoken

All the great warriors
Are sown into history? s flag
Like a book of the seven seals
Of the heroes (hero's?) past
Through fires, revolutions
Dust storms and conclusions
Will the show go on tonight?
For one more time

I fight on,
Fight on,
I? m the last matador of Bayonne

For tomorrow this place falls
Into silence

There? s a path
Traveled by many
Say one more prayer for my family
Like a ship without a sail
Cast adrift

I fight on,
Fight on
I? m the last matador of Bayonne
A hundred years of past
Now are gone


Heartbreaker

Well, my maker
Must've been a hard heartbreaker
And I'll tell you why
Said, my maker
Must've been a hard heartbreaker
And I'll tell you why

I'm breakin' my own heart
Tryin' to love a faker

And I'll tell your soul
Just like a blind, blind man
My little house is on fire
Just like a blind man
My little house is on fire
Oh yes, it is

I'm burnin' my own eyes out
Tryin' to reach the door

Well, the sun is shining
Well, the sun it was shining
But it sure don't seem to reach my heart
My heart is cold, it is

Well, the sun is shining
Well, the sun is shining
But it sure don't seem to reach my heart
Reach my heart, but I was cold

I'm wastin' my whole life
Tryin' to make a new start, to make a new start

Gonna make a new start, gonna make a new start
Gonna make a new start, make a new start
Make a new, make a new, make a new, yeah
Gonna make a new start, gonna make a new start
Gonna make a new start, gonna make
I'm gonna make


No Love on the Street

Baby woke up nervous
She was sweating from the steam heat
She kicked off the covers
Fever burning bright, paranoia night
Five alarm alert repeats
This city never beats you
But it buries you so deep
'Cause there ain't no love,
Ain't no love on the street

Baby's breathing deeply
She's listening to her heart beat
She walks into the kitchen
Dishes in the sink
Doesn't even matter
Maybe read a magazine
And the colored girls go

Whoop-de-doop-de-doop-de-doop-
Doop-de-doop-de-doop
'Cause there ain't no love,
Ain't no love on the street

Baby needs a frame of reference
Some other place to go
An all night launderette
Light a cigarette
Jump an usherette
Babe's an all night diner
She's got a trucker's appetite
'Cause there ain? t ain't no love,
Ain't no love on the street


The Whale That Swallowed Jonah

Well, the sun is up and a-rising
The wagon's headed west
Now I can't shake that old suspicion
That I settled for second best

I've been frugal at my table
I've been conscious, I've been blind
Who ever said that 40 acres and a mule
Would ever keep me satisfied?

They say the whale that swallowed Jonah
Out in the deep blue
Sometimes I get that feeling
That same ol' whale swallowed me

They say the whale that swallowed Jonah
To put me through the test
Sometimes I get that feeling
That I'm different from the rest

Now the sons of tomorrow
Will come to me in time
Life is going by so fast now, baby
I haven't had a chance to change my mind

I feel it in my fingers
I can feel it in my bones
Maybe it's the whale's way of telling me
It's time to get yourself back home

They say the whale that swallowed Jonah
Out in the deep blue
Sometimes I get that feeling
That ol' whale swallowed me

They say the whale that swallowed Jonah
To put me through the test
Sometimes I get that feeling
That I'm different from the rest

They say the whale that swallowed Jonah
Now in the deep blue
Sometimes I get that feeling
That same ol' whale swallowed me

They say the whale that swallowed Jonah
To put me through the test
Sometimes I get that feeling
That I'm different from the rest


Sweet Rowena

Mayday, man over board
I? ve fallen in love with you
Baby, won't you save me?
'Cause without you I just won't pull through

Sweet Rowena, won't you call my number?
Sweet Rowena, won't you call my name?
Throw me a line, I'm going under
And my heart is going up in flames

SOS, I'm in distress
Drown in a pool of tears
Angel, tell me how you feel?
Spending your time up in here

Sweet Rowena, won't you dial my number?
Sweet Rowena, won't you call my name?
Throw me a line, I'm going under
And my heart is going up in flames

911 no need to come
Just cancel my emergency (oh my emergency baby)
The sweetest thing, Lord, I've ever seen
Is snuggled right here next to me

Sweet Rowena, she dialed my number
Sweet Rowena, she called my name
Pull back the covers, I'm going under (going under baby)
And my house is going up in flames (up in flames)
Sweet Rowena, she dialed my number (call my number baby)
Sweet Rowena, she called my name
Pull back the covers, I? m going under (going under now)
Lord the house is going up in flames (oh in flames yes)
Oh yes it is baby


Prisoner

I've never been wrong
But you're the only one I trust to show me the way
I always hear your voice
And in my dreams I hear you calling
Out my name

What is it about you?
Some kind of light shines from your face
And I can't turn away

I'm like a prisoner
Captured in your eyes,
I've been taken
I've been hypnotized

I'm like a prisoner
Captured in your eyes
Oh I've been taken
I've been hypnotized

Well eyes say everything
You want to keep me here forever, and I can't escape
One minute's so sincere,
Then you completely turn against me
And I'm afraid

And you don't have to say you love me,
'Cause if you want me now, I'll stay
And I can't turn away

I'm like a prisoner
Captured in your eyes
I've been taken,
Taken by surprise

I'm like a prisoner
Captured in your eyes
Oh I've been taken
I've been hypnotized

I'm like a prisoner
Captured in your eyes
I've been taken,
I've been hypnotized

I'm like a prisoner
Captured in your eyes
Oh I've been taken
I've been hypnotized

I'm like a prisoner
I'm like a prisoner
I'm like a prisoner
Captured in your eyes
Oh I've been taken,
I've been hypnotized yes

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