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Louise Duvee


Last Updated: 12/23/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 52
Sign: Leo

City: Memphis
State: Tennessee
Country: US
Signup Date: 5/21/2009

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December 21, 2009 - Monday 

Category: Art and Photography
Whiskey Chute Galleries will close for Christmas, and re-open on 26 Dec '09:

December 21, 2009 - Monday 

Category: Art and Photography
December 20, 2009 - Sunday 
December 20, 2009 - Sunday 

Category: Music

Mr. Luke Edney's version:

I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
Went down to the crossroads, I fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above, 'Have mercy, save me, if you please'

I went to the crossroads, I tried to flag a ride
Went down to the crossroads, I tried to flag a ride
Nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by

I'm standing at the crossroads, risin' sun goin' down
Standin' at the crossroads, risin' sun' goin' down
Save me, I'm sinkin' down

(solo - 1:45 - 2:15m)

You can run, you can run, tell my friend boy Willie Brown
You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
Tell him that his friend boy, hmmm, oh, that I'm sinkin' down

I went to the crossroads, I fell down on my knees,
Went down to the crossroads, I fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above, 'Have mercy, save me if you please'

notes:
`1. drops the last verse
2. lyric changes 'the plural, 'crossroads', throughout,
and 'friend-boy' in the 4th verse, from Take 2 of the original recording by Mr. Johnson
3. features changes in timing (starting with the 3rd verse, when he repeats the 1st line 'standin' at the crossroads, risin' sun goin' down'
4. no slide (but he usually plays with slide)
5. technically correct, with his own variations (bright beat strut) & no mistakes!




'Cross Road Blues'
original lyrics by Mr. Robert Johnson
(Take 1)
recorded: San Antonio Texas, 27 Nov 1936

I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above, 'Have mercy, now, save poor Bob, if you please'

Standin' at the crossroad, tried to flag a ride
Didn't nobody seem to know me, babe, everybody pass me by

Standin' at the crossroad, baby, risin' sun goin' down
I believe to my soul, now, po' Bob is sinkin' down

You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
'At I got the crossroad blues this mornin', babe, I'm sinkin' down

and I went to the crossroad, mama, I looked east and west
I didn't have no sweet woman, to help in my distress' 


(both are my transcriptions - Mr. Johnson's has no repetitions.)

note to non-English speakers:

In the Southern United States, the 'g' is usually dropped completely, for example;
'Risin' sun goin' down':
 'Rising sun, going down'  is grammatically correct.


December 20, 2009 - Sunday 

Category: Music
December 17, 2009 - Thursday 
December 17, 2009 - Thursday 
December 17, 2009 - Thursday 
December 13, 2009 - Sunday 

Category: Writing and Poetry
lovely girl, face half-shadow'ed,
starring in the heavens
playing on the ocean
whistling up a wind now
where will it take her?
she's afraid to step over
alone and hiding in the garden now
what else can she do,
when the boys all love her
she wants some time
before she is bringing down the bowers,
counting out the hours
she is my friend so 
don't think I'm not watching, bet
she's up in the clouds now
looking for a light
crying for me
because she doesn't understand how
I'm older, walking in the shadows
and when I paint her
she's always testing me,
with her face half-shadow'ed.

by Louise Duvee
December 7, 2009 - Monday 
(a poem for Carol Clark)

the orchid is an awkward thing
some people wait for years
for a single bloom repays the care
one orchid can consume

the orchid is a tender thing
in any but its native soil
patiently you check the pot
from time to time, that's all

what if the orchid never blooms
they die sometimes you know
or look alive for years and years
long after they've ceased to grow

there is some doubt when to throw it out
for the moment that you do---
it rewards you from the garbage can,
with Perverse Incomparable bloom.

--- by Louise Duvee