Joplin's eye. Lucas Bodeen is the bluesman, and Melvira Dupree is the conjure woman he loves. But pitted against them are all the forces of nature - not to mention the clashing of their own stubborn wills - and a society mired in the laws of Jim Crow and the lynch mob. Combining the ancient African storytelling art of the griot with the American offshoots of blues and hoo-doo, Arthur Flowers sings us a story that makes us smile - a story of life, and how love and.
"Joplin's eye. Lucas Bodeen is the bluesman, and Melvira Dupree is the conjure woman he loves. But pitted against them are all the forces of nature - not to mention the clashing of their own stubborn wills - and a society mired in the laws of Jim Crow and the lynch mob. Combining the ancient African storytelling art of the griot with the American offshoots of blues and hoo-doo, Arthur Flowers sings us a story that makes us smile - a story of life, and how love and."
"Joplin's eye. Lucas Bodeen is the bluesman, and Melvira Dupree is the conjure woman he loves. But pitted against them are all the forces of nature - not to mention the clashing of their own stubborn wills - and a society mired in the laws of Jim Crow and the lynch mob. Combining the ancient African storytelling art of the griot with the American offshoots of blues and hoo-doo, Arthur Flowers sings us a story that makes us smile - a story of life, and how love and."@en
""I am hoodoo, I am griot, am a man of power," the narrator of Another Good Loving Blues tells us. "My story is a true story, my words are true words, my lie is a true lie - a fine old delta tale about a mad blues piano player and a Arkansas conjure woman. Plan to show you how they found the good thing. True love ..." And a love story is what we get. It's Beale Street in Memphis, Tennessee, in the age when jazz was spelled "jass" and ragtime was just a glint in Scott."
""I am hoodoo, I am griot, am a man of power," the narrator of Another Good Loving Blues tells us. "My story is a true story, my words are true words, my lie is a true lie - a fine old delta tale about a mad blues piano player and a Arkansas conjure woman. Plan to show you how they found the good thing. True love ..." And a love story is what we get. It's Beale Street in Memphis, Tennessee, in the age when jazz was spelled "jass" and ragtime was just a glint in Scott."@en
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