By Nick Deriso
Several of Muddy Waters' great sidemenJunior Wells, Buddy Guy and Otis Spannappear on the loose and funky Southside Blues Jam," originally issued by Chicago's Delmark Records.
Funny, for all their marquee value, Wells and GuyBuddy was born in Lettsworth, Louisianaare very nearly overshadowed by the intricate, intelligent playing of the shoulda-been legendary Spann.
In this, his last studio appearance, Spann's fecund blues genius is writ large. Even as Junior Wells (ever the showman) chicken-legs through each song"I know her daddy got to be a millionaire," he sings, I can tell by the way she walks"Spann never stumbles.
But Spann is only part of what makes this record important.
Recorded in December 1969 and January 1970, Southside Blues Jam" lives up to its nameportraying a refreshing disregard for later-period blues recordings' penchant for production. It's roll the tapes, and let's play.
The album recalls the old Blue Monday, where Guy was a regular, at Theresa's Blues Bar on Chicago's Southside. The feel of those sweaty workouts serves a blueprint for the playing and an inspiration for the album's name.
One drawback (at least for me): No liner notes. The closest you get to that is a photograph of the boys on the back. A treat, sure, but not something that lends any perspective.
Even so, they seem june-bug happy with the proceedings in that photoexhuberant with the memory of instruments only just now cooling off back in the studio.
In my mind, they've just finished Trouble Don't Last Always," the almost eight-minute long closer. That song is everything Southside Blues Jam" aspires to be as an album: Blues without the lathered-up producers and thunk-out structure.
On it, Buddy Guy is pushing, Junior Wells is pullingand check Otis Spann: Cucumber-cool, jacket-pulled-off slick.
The gospel never sounded so blue, so jazz, so locomotive.
Several of Muddy Waters' great sidemenJunior Wells, Buddy Guy and Otis Spannappear on the loose and funky Southside Blues Jam," originally issued by Chicago's Delmark Records.
Funny, for all their marquee value, Wells and GuyBuddy was born in Lettsworth, Louisianaare very nearly overshadowed by the intricate, intelligent playing of the shoulda-been legendary Spann.
In this, his last studio appearance, Spann's fecund blues genius is writ large. Even as Junior Wells (ever the showman) chicken-legs through each song"I know her daddy got to be a millionaire," he sings, I can tell by the way she walks"Spann never stumbles.
But Spann is only part of what makes this record important.
Recorded in December 1969 and January 1970, Southside Blues Jam" lives up to its nameportraying a refreshing disregard for later-period blues recordings' penchant for production. It's roll the tapes, and let's play.
The album recalls the old Blue Monday, where Guy was a regular, at Theresa's Blues Bar on Chicago's Southside. The feel of those sweaty workouts serves a blueprint for the playing and an inspiration for the album's name.
One drawback (at least for me): No liner notes. The closest you get to that is a photograph of the boys on the back. A treat, sure, but not something that lends any perspective.
Even so, they seem june-bug happy with the proceedings in that photoexhuberant with the memory of instruments only just now cooling off back in the studio.
In my mind, they've just finished Trouble Don't Last Always," the almost eight-minute long closer. That song is everything Southside Blues Jam" aspires to be as an album: Blues without the lathered-up producers and thunk-out structure.
On it, Buddy Guy is pushing, Junior Wells is pullingand check Otis Spann: Cucumber-cool, jacket-pulled-off slick.
The gospel never sounded so blue, so jazz, so locomotive.