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Joe Bonamassa: Sloe Gin

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Label: J&R Adventures
Released: 2007.08.21
Time:
 48:52
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] Ball Peen Hammer [Chris Whitley cover] (Chris Whitley) - 3:27
[2] One of These Days [Ten Years After cover] (Alvin Lee, Joe Bonamassa) - 5:40
[3] Seagull [Bad Company cover] (Paul Rodgers, Mick Ralphs) - 3:49
[4] Dirt in My Pocket (Joe Bonamassa, James Huff) - 4:54
[5] Sloe Gin [Tim Curry cover] (Bob Ezrin, Michael Kamen) - 8:13
[6] Another Kind of Love [John Mayall cover] (John Mayall) - 3:10
[7] Around the Bend (Joe Bonamassa, Will Jennings) - 5:15
[8] Black Night [Charles Brown cover] (Charles Brown) - 4:22
[9] Jelly Roll [John Martyn cover] (John Martyn) - 2:12
[10] Richmond (Joe Bonamassa, Mike Himelstein) - 4:31
[11] India (Joe Bonamassa, Rick Melick) - 3:19

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Joe Bonamassa - guitars, vocals, executive-producer
Carmine Rojas - bass
Anton Fig - drums, percussion
Rick Melick - keyboards, tabla
Bogie Bowles - hammered dulcimer, drums on [3]

The Bovaland Symphonic Orchestra - strings
Jeff Bova - orchestration

Kevin Shirley - producer, mixing
Jared Kvitka - engineering
Ryan Smith - mastering
Roy Weisman - executive-producer, management
Dennis Friel - illustration, art direction, design

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"Auf meinem siebten Soloalbum wollte ich mit akustischen Mitteln experimentieren, die ich zuerst auf Rod Stewart's erstem Album entdeckt hatte. Ich finde, dass die Heavy Blues sehr gut zu dem Akustikmix passen. Wieder einmal hat Kevin Shirley meine Vorstellungen wunderbar umgesetzt und sie so zusammengefügt, wie ich es nie getan hätte. Er ist ein wahrer Meister. Ich habe mich bei der Reihenfolge der Songs nach der A-und B-Seite von Schallplatten gerichtet. Ich habe das Gefühl, das durch iPods das Anhören eines kompletten Albums als Zeitverschwendung angesehen wird. Mit "Sloe Gin" wollte ich diese Erfahrung zurückbringen. Also, lehnt euch zurück und genießt dieses Album laut!!!!"

Joe Bonamassa



Sloe Gin is the sixth studio album by American blues rock musician Joe Bonamassa. Produced by Kevin Shirley, it was released on August 21, 2007 by J&R Adventures and topped the US Billboard Top Blues Albums chart. The title of the album is a reference to the song of the same name by English musician Tim Curry from his 1978 debut album Read My Lips. Music website Allmusic gave Sloe Gin four out of five stars, with reviewer Steve Leggett claiming that the album showed how Bonamassa had "stepped up his songwriting ... and cut way down on his clichés, delivering in the process his most varied and impressive album yet".



Joe's Vorgänger-Album "You And Me" erhielt phänomenale Kritiken in der ganzen Welt und katapultierte ihn an die Spitze der Blues/Rock/Gitarren-Szene. Seine Live -Auftritte sind einfach spektakulär und elektrisierend. Das Paradiso in Amsterdam und Shepherd's Bush in London waren ausverkauft, als er dort spielte. Nun präsentiert Joe sein neues Album "Sloe Gin", das wieder von Kevin Shirley produziert wurde. "Slow Gin" sollte ursprünglich ein Akustik-Album werden, aber als man einmal im Studio war, wurde es doch elektrischer und direkter Nachfolger von "You and Me". Das Album enthält 11 Songs voller Schönheit und Kraft. Es ist viel bluesiger als "You and Me" und zeigt eine andere Seite von Joe. Großartige Songs, eine großartige Stimme und natürlich smokin' guitars!

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"Bonamassa Präsenz auf der Bühne ist bescheiden, aber dennoch ist der Mann einer der besten Gitarristen, die ich je gesehen habe. Er hatte die Menge in der Hand, als er seine Gitarre vom wimmern zum schreien brachte und lieferte dazu eine wunderbare Stimme. Sie haben die Bedeutung eines Powetrios neu definiert und von Bonamassa glaubt man, er spiele zwei Gitarren auf einmal!"

David Blue



For his seventh studio album, guitar wiz Joe Bonamassa has chosen to work again with producer Kevin Shirley, who produced the highly successful and huge-sounding You & Me for Bonamassa in 2006. This outing, though, is far from a ditto session, with a much more acoustic feel and a greater focus on Bonamassa's singing, which unfortunately has been generally (and unfairly) overshadowed by his guitar playing. Bonamassa has also stepped up his songwriting (four of the 11 tracks here are originals; the rest are blues and hard rock covers) and cut way down on his clichés, delivering in the process his most varied and impressive album yet. The lead track, a version of Chris Whitley's "Ball Peen Hammer," is an atmospheric gem, as is the title tune, a cover of a song written by Bob Ezrin and Michael Kamen that first appeared on Tim Curry's solo debut album in 1978. Bonamassa's singing on both of these is wonderfully nuanced and shows he can do way more than just shout out blues-rockers. Also worth noting is his Dobro work on a fine cover of John Martyn's "Jelly Roll," and then there are the four originals - "Dirt in My Pocket," "Richmond," "Around the Bend," and the striking "India" - which show Bonamassa's continued growth and confidence as a songwriter. There are less of those flashy and jaw-dropping guitar leads on Sloe Gin (rest assured, he stretches out a few times on guitar, though), which is mostly a good thing, since it allows his increasing maturity as a writer and singer to shine through. This is a fine album, and one gets the distinct feeling that an even better one may be lurking just around the bend.

Steve Leggett - AllMusic.com
 

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Ball Peen Hammer

I wanna go there, I wanna climb
Now I don't know about no law, I don't see no crime
Ain't no reason, ain't no rest
I wanna get down to the woman and get undressed

And I can't stand it, I can't stand it
I can't wait to see them walls falling down

Tell me Jesus, why they run
Is it by the weight of the woman, the weight of the gun
Got 15 minutes now, and I just don't care
I'm gonna take this off and ready when I get there

And I can't stand it, and I can't stand it
I can't wait to see them walls falling down
And I can't stand it, I can't stand it
I can't wait to see them walls falling down

No where tomorrow, a sunday rhyme
You know all good things come in there due time
Put The Ball Peen Hammer, Right Thru That Door
And I don't pretend to understand no more

I can't stand it, and I can't stand it
I can't wait to see them walls falling down
I can't stand it, I can't stand it
I can't wait to see them walls falling down


One Of These Days

One of these days boy, I'm gonna see my woman
I'm gonna see my children, children on their knee
Gonna run up to my woman, and hold her in my arms
With tears in her eyes, she said I'm glad you're free

She's coming down the road boy, I said she's coming down the road
She's got her Red dress on, yeah she's got her Red dress on
She's coming down the road boy, with her bags down low
Said she's coming down the road boy, she's got her bags down low, hey yeah

Oh One of these days, I'll be coming home soon girl, I'll be coming on home
One of these days boy, I'll be coming on home

One of these days boy, I'm gonna see my baby
Gonna see my baby, coming down the road
Gonna have my Pardon, Pardon in her Apron oh Lord
Wanna see The Governer, she said Release my Man

Hey One of these days, I'll be coming home soon girl, I'll be coming on home
I'll be coming down the road boy, with my bags down low
One of these days boy, I'll be coming on home


Seagull

Seagull you fly across the horizon into the misty morning sun.
Nobody asked you where you are going, Nobody knows where you're from

There is a man asking a Question, is it a really the end of the world?
Seagull you must have known for a long time; the shapes of things to come.

Now you fly through the sky, never asking why
And you fly all around, until somebody shoots you down

na na nana na, na na nanana na

Seagull you fly across the horizon into the misty morning sun.
Nobody asked you where you are going. Nobody knows where you're from

Now you fly through the sky, never asking why.
And you fly all around, until somebody shoots you down.

nanana na, na na nanana na

Gonna fly away tomorrow. Fly away.
Leave it to my sorrow. Hey yeah.
Gonna fly away, leave it to my sorrow,
hey yeah…


Dirt In My Pocket

So here's my situation, for all the world to see
Gone is my innocence, all that's left is me
Rising up, just to tear me down
I can be your perfect stranger, but just not now

Insomnia, it drains my life
Gone is the stranger from a forgotten time
Fly me out of the windowsill
No it ain't about my life, and it ain't about my will

Warring superstitions, Joy and inhibitions
I've been around along time, I can't lie to myself

Dirt in my Pocket, Dirt on my Shoes
Makes a grown man win again, it's an easy man's Blues
Dirt on my Conscience, Dirt over you
Leaves a good man walking, Leads a blind man Blues

Lost in a Daze as I find myself
Looking for new ways, to find a way out
Causin' an effect, makes me drown a desire
Tempted by my fate, of a virgin fire

Warring superstitions, Joy and inhibitions
I've Been Around a Long time, I can't lie to myself

Dirt in my Pocket's, Dirt on my Shoes
Makes a grown man win again
It's a easy man's Blues
Dirt on my Conscience, Dirt over you
Leaves a good man walking, it's a blind man's Blues
Dirt on my Conscience, Dirt over you
Makes a good man walking, it's a easy man's Blues yeah
Hey, Dirt in my Pocket Now
Hmmmmmm mmmmmmm


Sloe Gin

Sloe Gin, sloe Gin
Tryin' to wash away the pain inside
Well I'm sick and I'm all done in
And I'm standing in the rain
And I feel like I'm gonna cry

I'm so damn lonely
And I ain't even high
I'm so damn lonely
And I feel like I'm gonna die

Mayday, mayday I've been shot down
Over the stormy sea
Well I feel that I'm drifting away
Can not seem to get a grip on me
Well. I can't even try

I'm so damn lonely
Ain't even high
I hate to go home alone,
But what else is new?
I'm so damn lonely

I hate to go home alone,
But what else is new?
I'm so damn lonely…

You stand and bleeding people pass me by
No matter if you live
No matter if you die

Sloe Gin, sloe Gin
Tryin' to wash away the pain inside
Well I'm sick and I'm all done in
I'm standing in the rain
And I feel like I'm gonna cry

I'm so damn lonely
Ain't even high
I'm so damn lonely…


Another Kind Of Love

Poor little baby, you've got your lover she's a girl
Poor little baby, you've got caught up in the world
I've got to say, you lost your way you're a woman
Another Kind of Woman, Another Kind of Love

You just Pile on your Misery, now you have failed
But deep down inside yourself, see if you can tell, poor little baby

You've got caught up in the world, I got to say you've lost your way
You're a Woman, Another Kind of Woman, Another Kind of Love, Hey yeah

I can show you a brand new world, now you'll never be satisfied
When there's nowhere to run baby, there's nowhere to hide
Poor little baby you've got caught up in the world, I've got to say
You've lost your way you're a woman
Another Kind of Woman, Another Kind of Love


Around The Bend

Lord I've come a long way, And here's what I gotta Say
I've Paid but I had to Pay, To Play what I had to Play
I was Born in the Country, Strayed in to Town
And I'm Going Anywhere, To see what's Going Down
I've Seen Cowards and Hero's as Fast as The Wind
I Go Down any Road There is, To see what's Around The Bend

Girls I've Had Me a Few, Some were Small and Some were Cute
I've Tasted the Honey and Dew, Lord I will be with you
I was Born in The Country, Strayed in to Town
And I Go anywhere, To see what's going Down
I've Seen Coward's and Hero's as Fast as The Wind
I Go Down any Road there is, To see what's Around The Bend

You Let Me Rest My Weary Head, Weary Head
Let's Find Out, What This Life Is Before We're Dead
Before We're Dead

Lord I've come a long way, and here's what I had to say
I've Paid what I had to Pay, Lord Now I'm on my Way
I was Born in the Country, Strayed in to Town
And I go anywhere, To see what's going Down
I've seen Cowards and Hero's as Fast as The Wind
I Go Down any Road there is, To see what's Around The Bend


Black Night

No one Care's about me, No I ain't even got a Friend
Well my Baby's gone and left me, When will my Troubles end
Black Night is Falling, Oh I hate to be alone
Well I'm crying for my Baby, Another day is Gone

Got no one to talk with, To tell my Troubles to
I Don't even know the Minute Baby since I Lost You
Black Night is Falling, Oh and I hate to be alone
Well I'm Crying for my Baby, Another day is Gone

Well my Mother Had the troubles, My Father had them too
My Brother Slipped away yeah, And I Don't even know what to do
Black Night is Falling yeah, Oh I hate to be alone
Well I'm Crying for my Baby, Well I'm Crying for my Baby
Another Day is Gone


Jelly Roll

Hey Mr Jelly Roll Baker, Can I please be your slave
When I'm Dead and Gone, I'm gonna Rise up from the Grave
For your Sweet Jelly Roll, The Best Jelly Roll in Town
You're the only Man Baking, and I'm gonna keep my Damper Down

Well can I Place an Order for Three Weeks Ahead
I'd Rather have my Jellies, Than some 'ol Big Bed
'Cos I'm Crazy 'bout that Jelly, The Best Jelly Roll in Town
You're the only Man Baking, and I'm gonna keep you're Damper Down

You Can Take All my Women, you can talk even more
I Gotta Brand New Secret, you can't catch at all
I'm a Jelly Roll Baker, I Bake The Best Jelly Roll in Town
I'm The Only Man Baking and I'm gonna keep my Damper Down
I'm The Only Man Baking and I'm gonna keep my Damper Down


Richmond

You know I wish I was in Richmond
You know I do, wish I was back home
You know I wish I was in Richmond
The land I was raised, the place I've always known

And now I'm waiting in New York City
The rain is falling, no one seems to see
And all the salesmen, they take notice
Forget the rushing lives for the rushing brides to be

You know I wish I was in Richmond
You know I do, I wish I was back home

She didn't change me, she forgave me
So now it's time, time for me to leave
Like broken glass in my broken hands
I'm broken down, this I do believe

You know I wish I was in Richmond
You know I do, wish I was back home
You know I wish I was in Richmond
The land I was raised, the place I've always known

And as a frost comes, I've learned some
Not to make the same mistakes again
Laws are learned as rule books burn
But what all I know leads to still, my friend

I'm going back, back to Richmond
You know I am, you know I'm going home
I'm going back, back to Richmond
The land I was raised, the place that I call home


India

Instrumental.

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