You Live Your Life And Ill Live Mine - John Lee Hooker - Burning Hell (Vinyl, LP, Album)

Natchez Fire Burnin' Hobo Blues Crawlin' King Snake I Can't Believe Worried Life Blues Five Long Years I Don't Want Your Money Take Me As I Am Tupelo [Live]. Solo Performer: John Lee Hooker vocals, guitar. Includes liner notes by Alan Bates. This is part of Riverside's Original Blues Classics series. A recording that was inexplicably not issued in the United States untilBurning Hell ranks among John Lee Hooker's most edgy and focused performances.

A companion piece to The Country Blues of John Lee Hooker, it finds Hooker singing country-blues, accompanied only by his own acoustic guitar -- something he rarely did after traveling north from the Mississippi Delta. Tackling several originals as well as tunes associated with Howlin' Wolf, Muddy Waters, Lightnin' Hopkins, and Big Bill Broonzy, Hooker shows himself to be an excellent interpreter who could have held his own with Delta bluesmen of any era.

Although his guitar playing is pretty raw even by blues standards, Hooker more than compensates with his powerful, resonant voice. Although Robert Jr. It is not guaranteed. Special Order A Special Order item is an item that we do not stock but can order from the manufacturer. Typical order times are located within the product description.

UPC: Current Stock:. With such a vast discography it can be easy to lose track of some records and Burning Hell, recorded in Detroit in with just his guitar and vocals, is one such lost record. But this album deserves so much to be rediscovered, a brilliant set from his "acoustic" period, this is raw southern acoustic blues at its best and a truly brilliant collection of songs. Rumble Records bring this lost classic back to light on LP.

Burnin' Hell 2. Graveyard Blues 3. Baby, Please Don't Go 4. Jackson,Tennessee 5. Smokestack Lightnin' Side 2: 1. How Can You Do It? I'm So Excited 4. I Love You Honey 5. Boogie Chillun 6. Little Wheel 7. Maudie 8. Every Night 9. Dimples Whiskey and Wimmen Goin' to California Dusty Road Tracks of Disc 2 1.

I'm in the Mood 2. Crawlin' Kingsnake 3. Time Is Marching 4. Shake, Holler and Run 6. Lost a Good Girl 7. Want Ad Blues 8. I'm Goin' Upstairs 9. Walkin' the Boogie Keep Your Hands to Yourself Blues Before Sunrise Run on. I Get Evil 2. Hide Away 4. Hold That Train 5. Crying At The Station 6. Train Done Gone 7. Casey Jones 8. Too Close Blues 9. Stormy Monday Stewball Highway Blues Roll On, Buddy Love My Baby Jack Went A Sailing Just Make Love To Me Johnny Runkins Rainin' In My Heart I'm Crazy 'Bout You Baby Boom Boom Tracks of Disc 2 1.

The Hammer Song 2. I Wanna See My Baby 4. Mean Ole Frisco 6. Man Of Stone 7. I've Made Nights By Myself 9. Patrol Blues Love Henry I'm A Mojo Man A Worried Man Wreck Of The Old '97 Bye Bye Baby Late Last Night Heads Up Peg And Awl I'm A Rollin' Stone Hoochie Coochie Tracks of Disc 3 1. Mean Old Frisco 3. In The Pines 4. We're Gonna Rock 5. I Wonder Why 6. Tom Dooley 7. Mind Your Own Business 8. Down On My Knees 9. The Yellow Rose Of Texas Don't Start Cryin' Now I'll Never Be Free Jackhammer Blues Can't Keep From Cryin' Strawberry Roan Swooshy I'm In Love Shake A Leg Goodbye, Little Bonnie, Goodbye Goin Down Slow Mojo Hand 2.

Hand In Hand 4. News For You Baby 5. My Baby 6. Frustrated Baby 7. Hush Hush 8. Mean Mistreatin' Mama I Ain't Superstitious Number Nine Blues No Hug, No Kiss Talk To Me Daddy Honest I Do Shine On Moon. Blues in Transition 2-CD. Mambo Chillun 2. Time Is Marchin' 3. I'm So Worried Baby 4. Dimples 6. Every Night 7. The Road Is Rough 8. Trouble Blues 9. Stop Talking Everybody Rockin' Crawlin' Black Spider Little Wheel I Love You Honey You've Taken My Woman Mama You Got A Daughter I'm In The Mood Boogie Chillun Hobo Blues Crawlin' Kingsnake Black Snake Wobblin' Baby Tracks of Disc 2 1.

Pea Vine Special 3. Tupelo Blues Album). I'm Prison Bound 5. I Rowed A Little Boat 6. Water Boy 7. Church Bell Tone 8. Bundle Up And Go 9. Behind The Plow Burning Hell Graveyard Blues Jackson, Tennessee How Can You Do It Blues For My Baby Natchez Fire. The Ultimate CD.

Maudie 3. Shake, Holler and Run 4. Crawling King Snake 6. Want - Ad Blues 7. I'm In The Mood 8. Whiskey and Wimmen 9. Cool Little Car Gonna Boogie Ride Till I Die Wednesday Evening Blues My First Wife Left Me Time Is Marching Boom Boom. Little Baby 2. Road Runner 3. Still A Fool 4. Confessin' The Blues 5. Learning The Game 6. Cry To Me 7. Memphis Tennessee 8. Suzie Q 9. I Can't Be Satisfied Hoo Doo Blues You Better Move On Come On Love In Vain Keys To The Highway I'm Moving On Just Your Fool Don't You Lie To Me Down The Road A Piece I'm Talking About You 2.

Twenty Flight Rock 3. Mannish Boy 4. The Red Rooster 5. The Right Time 6. My Babe 7. Let It Rock 8. Money That's What I Want Little Rain I Got To Go I Can't Quit You Baby Stop Breakin' Down Blues Carol Mona I'm A King Bee 2. Not Fade Away 3. You Can't Catch Me 4. Fortune Teller 5. I'm A Man 6. I Want To Be Loved 7.

Hitch Hike 9. Just Like I Treat You Little Queenie Rock Me Money I Need Some Money Poison Ivy Crackin' Up Ride 'Em On Down Bye Bye Johnny Look What You've Done I'm Movin' On. Misirlou Pulp Fiction 3. Hound Dog Forest Gump 6. Soul Bossa Nova Austin Powers 7. Stay Dirty Dancing 8. At Last Rainman 9. Rhythm Of The Rain Quadrophenia Take Five Pleasantville Witchcraft Fifty Shades Of Grey Surfin' Bird Full Metal Jacket 2. Comanche Twelve Monkeys 3.

Let's Dance Animal House 4. Runaway That'll Be The Day 5. The Loco-Motion Stardust 6. Crazy Sweet Dreams 7. Green Onions Quadrophenia Route 66 Cars Johnny B.

Goode Back To The Future Rebel Rouser Forest Gump You Send Me Sweet Dreams The James Bond Theme Dr. No Tracks of Disc 3 1. What'd I Say Ray 2. Rescue Me Sister Act 3. The Wanderer The Wanderers 5. Baby Dirty Dancing 6. Everyday Stand By Me 7. Lonesome Town Pulp Fiction 9. Take Out Some Insurance Diner Tossin' And Turnin' Animal House Jump In Line Beetlejuice Sixty Minute Man Bull Durham Stardust Sleepless In Seattle Get A Job Trading Places Moon River Breakfast At Tiffanys.

Burnt Biscuits 2. I'll Go Crazy 3. Sweets For My Sweet 4. Some Other Guy 5. Shop Around 6. Big Boss Man 7. Unchain My Heart 8. I'm A King Bee 9. Boys Keating taking the boys down to the school lobby where a trophy case displays photos of earlier graduating classes. They planned to take the world by storm and make something magnificent of their lives. That was 70 years ago. Now they are all pushing up daisies. How many of them really lived out their dreams? Did they do what they set out to accomplish?

Keating leans into the cluster of preppies and whispers audibly, "Carpe diem! Seize the day! But soon they ponder the importance of his words. They come to respect and revere Mr. Keating, who has given them a new vision—or returned their original ones. All of us are walking around with some kind of birthday card we would like to give—some personal expression of joy, creativity or aliveness that we are hiding under our shirt.

One character in the movie, Knox Overstreet, has You Live Your Life And Ill Live Mine - John Lee Hooker - Burning Hell (Vinyl terminal crush on a gorgeous girl. The only problem is that she is the girlfriend of a famous jock. Knox is infatuated with this lovely creature down to a cellular level but he lacks the confidence to approach her. Then he remembers Mr.

Keating's advice: Seize the day! Knox realizes he cannot just go on dreaming—if he wants her, he is going to have to do something about it. And so he does. Boldly and poetically he declares to her his most sensitive feelings. In the process he gets turned away by her, punched in the nose by her boyfriend and faces embarrassing setbacks. Ultimately she feels the genuineness of his caring and opens her heart to him. Although Knox is not especially good-looking or popular, the girl is won over by the power of his sincere intention.

He has made his life extraordinary. I had a chance to practice seizing the day myself. I developed a crush on a cute girl I met in a pet store. She was younger than I, she led a very different lifestyle and we did not have a great deal to talk about.

But somehow none of this seemed to matter. I enjoyed being with her and I felt a sparkle in her presence. And it seemed to me she enjoyed my company as well.

When I learned her birthday was coming up, I decided to ask her out. On the threshold of calling her, I sat and looked at the phone for about half an hour.

Then I dialed and hung up before it rang. I felt like a high school boy, bouncing between excited anticipation and fear of rejection. A voice from hell kept telling me that she would not like me and that I had a lot of nerve asking her out. But I felt too enthusiastic about being with her to let those fears stop me. Finally I got up the nerve to ask her.

She thanked me for asking and told me she already had plans. I felt shot down. The same voice that told me not to call advised me to give up before I was further embarrassed. But I was intent on seeing what this attraction was about. There was more inside of me that wanted to come to life. I had feelings for this woman, and I had to express them. I went to the mall and got her a pretty birthday card on which I wrote a poetic note.

I walked around the corner to the pet shop where I knew she was working. As I approached the Album), that same disturbing voice cautioned me, "What if she doesn't like you? What if she rejects you? I decided that if she showed me signs of affection, I would give it to her; if she was cool to me, I would leave the card hidden. This way I would not be at risk and would avoid rejection or embarrassment. We talked for a while and I did not get any signs one way or the other from her.

Feeling ill-at-ease, I began to make my exit. As I approached the door, however, another voice spoke to me. It came in a whisper, not unlike that of Mr. It prompted me, "Remember Knox Overstreet. Carpe diem! How can I go around telling other people to live their vision, I asked myself, when I am not living my own? Any woman would be delighted to receive a poetic birthday card.

I decided to seize the day. As I made that choice I felt a surge of courage course through my veins. There was indeed power in intention.

I took the card out from under my shirt, turned around, walked up to the counter and gave it to her. As I handed it to her I felt an incredible aliveness and excitement—plus fear. Fritz Perls said that fear is "excitement without breath. And do you know what? She was not particularly impressed.

She said, "Thanks" and put the card aside without even opening it. My heart sank. I felt disappointed and rejected. Getting no response seemed even worse than a direct brush-off.

I offered a polite good-bye and walked out of the store. Then something amazing happened. I began to feel exhilarated. A huge rush of internal satisfaction welled up within me and surged through my whole being. I had expressed my heart and that felt fantastic!

I had stretched beyond fear and gone out on the dance floor. Yes, I had been a little clumsy, but I did it. Emmet Fox said, "Do it trembling if you must, but do it! I did not give in order to get something back. I opened my feelings to her without LP attachment to a particular response. The dynamics that are required to make any relationship work: Just keep putting your love out there.

My exhilaration deepened to a warm bliss. I felt more satisfied and at peace with myself than I had in a long time. I realized the purpose of the whole experience: I needed to learn to open my heart and give love without requiring anything in return.

This experience was not about creating a relationship with this woman. It was about deepening my relationship with myself. And I did it. Keating would have been proud. But most of all, I was proud. I have not seen the girl much since then, but that experience changed my life. Through that simple interaction I clearly saw the dynamics that are required to make any relationship and perhaps the whole world work: Just keep putting your love out there. We believe that we are hurt when we don't receive love.

But that is not what hurts us. Our pain comes when we do not give love. You might say that we are divinely created love machines. We function most powerfully when we are giving love. The world has led us to believe that our well-being is dependent on other people loving us. But this is the kind of upside-down thinking that has caused so many of our problems. The truth is that our well-being is dependent on our giving love. It is not about what comes back; it is about what goes out!

One of our closest friends is Stan Dale. Stan teaches a seminar on love and relationships called Sex, Love and Intimacy. Several years ago, in an effort to learn what the people in the Soviet Union were really like, he took 29 people to the Soviet Union for two weeks. When he wrote about his experiences in his newsletter, we were deeply touched by the following anecdote.

They are easily identified by the medals and ribbons they still proudly display on their shirts and jackets. This is not an act of egotism. It is their country's way of honoring those who helped save Russia, even though 20 million Russians were killed by the Nazis. I went up to this old man sitting with his wife and said, "Druzhba i mir" friendship and peace. The man looking at me as if in disbelief, took the button we had made for the trip and said "Friendship" in Russian and showed a map of the U.

Druzhba i mir. For the next few minutes he and his wife spoke in Russian as if I understood every word, and I spoke English as if I knew he would understand.

You know what? Neither of us understood a word, but we surely understood each other. We hugged, and laughed and cried, all the while saying, "Druzhba i mir, Americanski. I love you! About 15 minutes later, some considerable distance on, this same old veteran caught up with us. He came up to me, took off his Order of Lenin medal probably his most prized possession and pinned it to my jacket.

He then kissed me on the lips and gave me one of the warmest, most loving hugs I have ever received. Then we both cried, looked into each other's eyes for the longest time, and said, "Dossvedanya" good-bye. The above story is symbolic of our entire "Citizen Diplomacy" trip to the Soviet Union.

Neither the Russians nor ourselves will ever be the same. There are now hundreds of school children from the three schools we visited who will not be quite so ready to think of Americans as people who want to "nuke" them.

We danced, sang and played with children of every age, and then we hugged, kissed and shared presents. They gave us flowers, cakes, buttons, paintings, dolls, but most importantly, their hearts and open minds. More than once we were invited to be members of wedding parties, and no biological family member could have been more warmly accepted, greeted and feted than we were.

We hugged, kissed, danced and drank champagne, schnapps and vodka with the bride and groom, as well as Momma and Poppa and the rest of the family.

In Kursk, we were hosted by seven Russian families who volunteered to take us in for a wonderful evening of food, drink and conversation. Four hours later, none of us wanted to part. Our group now has a complete new family in Russia. The following night "our family" was feted by us at our hotel.

The band played until almost midnight, and guess what? Once again we ate, drank, talked, danced and cried when it came time to say good-bye. We danced every dance as if we were passionate lovers, which is exactly what we were. I could go on forever about our experiences, and yet there would be no way to convey to you exactly how we felt. How would you feel when you arrived at your hotel in Moscow, if there were a telephone message waiting for you, written in Russian, from Mikhail Gorbachev's office saying he regretted he could not meet with you that weekend because he would be out of town, but instead he had arranged for your entire group to meet for two hours in a round-table discussion with about a half- dozen members of the Central Committee?

We had an extremely frank discussion about everything, including sex. How would you feel if more than a dozen old ladies, wearing babushkas, came down from the steps of their apartment buildings and hugged and kissed you?

How would you feel when your guides, Tanya and Natasha, told you and the whole group that they had never seen anyone like you? And when we left, all 30 of us cried because we had fallen in love with these fabulous women, and they with us. Yes, how would you feel? Probably just like us.

Each of us had our own experience, of course, but the collective experience bears out one thing for certain: The only way we are ever going to ensure peace on this planet is to adopt the entire world as "our family. And dance and play with them. And we are going to have to sit and talk and walk and cry with them. Because when we do, we'll be able to see that, indeed, everyone is beautiful, and we all complement each other so beautifully, and we would all be poorer without each other. Then the saying, "I know you, you're just like me!

Our car was comparatively empty—a few housewives with their kids in tow, some old folks going shopping. I gazed absently at the drab houses and dusty hedgerows. At one station the doors opened, and suddenly the afternoon quiet was shattered by a man bellowing violent, incomprehensible curses. The man staggered into our car. He wore laborer's clothing and was big, drunk and dirty.

Screaming, he swung at a woman holding a baby. The blow sent her spinning into the laps of an elderly couple. It was a miracle that the baby was unharmed. Terrified, the couple jumped up and scrambled toward the other end of the car. The laborer aimed a kick at the retreating back of the old woman but missed as she scuttled to safety. This so enraged the drunk that he grabbed the metal pole You Live Your Life And Ill Live Mine - John Lee Hooker - Burning Hell (Vinyl the center of the car and tried to wrench it out of its stanchion.

I could see that one of his hands was cut and bleeding. The train lurched ahead, the passengers frozen with fear. I stood up. I was young then, some 20 years ago, and in pretty good shape. I'd been putting in a solid eight hours of Aikido training nearly every day for the past three years.

I liked to throw and grapple. I thought I was tough. The trouble was, my martial skill was untested in actual combat. As students of Aikido, we were not allowed to fight. Whoever has the mind to fight has broken his connection with the universe.

If you try to dominate people, you're already defeated. We study how to resolve conflict, not how to start it. I tried hard. I even went so far as to cross the street to avoid the "chimpira," the pinball punks who lounged around the train stations. My forbearance exalted me. I felt both tough and holy. In my heart, however, I wanted an absolutely legitimate opportunity whereby I might save the innocent by destroying the guilty. If I don't do something fast, somebody will probably get hurt.

You need a lesson in Japanese manners! I planned to take this turkey apart, but he had to make the first move. I wanted him mad, so I pursed my lips and blew him an insolent kiss. A fraction of a second before he could move, someone shouted "Hey! I remember the strangely joyous, lilting quality of it—as though you and a friend had been searching diligently for something, and he had suddenly stumbled upon it.

We both stared down at a little old Japanese man. He must have been well into his seventies, this tiny gentleman, sitting there immaculate in his kimono.

He took no notice of me, but beamed delightedly at the laborer, as though he had a most important, most welcome secret to share. The big man followed, as if on a string. He planted his feet belligerently in front of the old gentleman and roared above the clacking wheels, "Why the hell should I talk to you?

If his elbow moved so much as a millimeter, I'd drop him in his socks. The old man continued to beam at the laborer. You see, I love sake, too.

Every night, me and my wife she's 76, you knowwe warm up a little bottle of sake and take it out into the garden, and we sit on an old wooden bench.

We watch the sun go down, and we look to see how our persimmon tree is doing. My greatgrandfather planted that tree, and we worry about whether it will recover from those ice storms we had last winter. Our tree has done better than I expected, though, especially when you consider the poor quality of the soil. It is gratifying to watch when we take our sake and go out to enjoy the evening—even when it rains!

As he struggled to follow the old man, his face began to soften. His fists slowly unclenched. I'm so ashamed of myself. As I stood there in my well-scrubbed youthful innocence, my make- this-world-safe-for-democracy righteousness, I felt dirtier than he was. Then the train arrived at my stop. As the doors opened, I heard the old man cluck sympathetically.

Sit down here and tell me about it. The laborer was sprawled on the seat with his head in the old man's lap. The old man was softly stroking the filthy, matted hair. As the train pulled away, I sat down on a bench in the station.

What I had wanted to do with muscle had been accomplished with kind words. I had just seen Aikido in action, and the essence of it was love. I would have to practice the art with an entirely different spirit. It would be a long time before I could speak about the resolution of conflict.

It does not mean he wants to be fed or to be let out or anything of that sort. His need is for something very different. If you have a lap handy, he'll jump into it; if you don't, he's likely to stand there looking wistful until you make him one. Once in it, he begins to vibrate almost before you stroke his back, scratch his chin and tell him over and over what a good kitty he is.

Then his motor really revs up; he squirms to get comfortable; he "makes big hands. He looks at you with wide open eyes of adoration, and he gives you the cat's long slow blink of ultimate trust. After a while, little by little, he quiets down. If he senses that it's all right, he may stay in your lap for a cozy nap. But he is just as likely to hop down and stroll away about his business.

Either way, he's all right. Our daughter puts it simply: "Blackie needs to be purred. We know the need isn't exclusive to any one age group. Still, because I am a schoolman as well as a parent, I associate it especially with youngsters, with their quick, impulsive need for a hug, a warm lap, a hand held out, a coverlet tucked in, not because anything's wrong, not because anything needs doing, just because that's the way they are.

There are a lot of things I'd like to do for all children. If I could do just one, it would be this: to guarantee every child, everywhere, at least one good purring every day. Kids, like cats, need time to purr. Fred T. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible. The leukemia would see to that.

But she still wanted her son's dreams to come true. She took her son's hand and asked, "Bopsy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be when you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish about what you would do with your life? She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her six-year-old son a ride around the block on a fire engine. Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary fireman for the whole day.

He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! And, if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform made for him, with a real fire hat—not a toy one—with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast.

Bopsy got to sit up on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Bopsy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedics' van and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the local news program. Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Bopsy that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible.

One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the Hospice concept that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she remembered the day Bopsy had spent as a fireman, so she called the fire chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Bopsy as he made his transition.

The chief replied, "We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire? It's just the fire department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room?

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