Showing posts with label Paris James. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris James. Show all posts

Friday, October 19, 2018

Paris James - Where The Big Dogs Play (Feat. Chuck Hall)

Size: 86,5 MB
Time: 36:41
File: MP3 @ 320K/s
Released: 2018
Styles: Electric Blues, Blues Rock
Art: Front

01. Where The Big Dogs Play (3:33)
02. You Can't Be Acting Like That (3:02)
03. Somebody's Praying (2:30)
04. Angel Of Mercy (2:59)
05. It's Gonna Get Better (3:16)
06. Money (3:42)
07. Blood Brothers (2:58)
08. Blackjack (3:00)
09. Rot Gut Whiskey (2:59)
10. Upside Down (2:56)
11. Baditude (2:43)
12. Twelve Bar Blues (2:58)

Born with music in his blood and a song in his heart, singer-guitarist Paris James began playing guitar and piano at the tender age of 7. A product of two warring factions – one grandfather headed the largest Baptist church in Georgia while the other was a notorious bootlegger who battled police- Paris James lived the blues during a turbulent childhood that crossed the American South. Music taught him there was more to life than simple survival, and Paris imparts this lesson with mojo working overdrive.
The Phoenix-area phenom's genre-spanning tunes have their roots in the blues, coupled with the flair of rock and roll, the bounce of R&B, and the soul of gospel music. Topped with the smoothest vocals this side of Motown, Paris's songs are characterized by their slow, sweet groove – they're easy like a placid mountain stream on a sunny summer Sunday. His soulful rhythms are equally comfortable punctuating a rowdy, smoky barroom, inspiring audiences at an outdoor festival, or floating out over a candlelit, intimate nightclub scene.
International notoriety accompanied Paris's 2006 recording debut Death Letter, a bluesy acoustic roots album featuring a mix of up-tempo stompers and slower wistful numbers that harken back to a bygone era. Boasting some truly wicked slide work on guitar, the album brought Paris mainstream success and earned a spot in the National Heritage Foundation Blues Hall of Fame.
Paris's newest project, set to come out in early 2013, is a dual release consisting of musical explorations that skip across stylistic boundaries. One album will feature gripping acoustic tunes done in a modern style, while the other will boast dalliances with rock, pop, and R&B. The songs are informed by the blues, and ruminate on the universal themes and feelings that connect us all. Like all Paris James releases, the new music will showcase glass-smooth and sugar-rich vocals, searing hot guitar work, and that primal, raw spark that makes your soul come alive.

Where The Big Dogs Play MP3
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Thursday, March 16, 2017

Paris James - Death Letter

Bitrate: MP3@320K/s
Time: 31:49
Size: 72.9 MB
Styles: Acoustic blues
Year: 2006
Art: Front

[2:12] 1. Skinnin' Board Stomp
[0:29] 2. Folk Tales Intro
[3:28] 3. Folk Tales
[4:23] 4. Wake Up Mary
[3:16] 5. Death Letter
[3:31] 6. See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
[2:58] 7. Low Down Blues
[2:10] 8. 32-20 Blues
[3:45] 9. I Ain't Superstitious
[3:24] 10. 44 Blues
[0:06] 11. Ride That Tide Intro
[2:06] 12. Ride That Tide

It's what moves you. Joy, sadness, anger, lust and pain. When Paris James runs his brass slide along the guitar strings and starts to moan, there is an unmistakable movement in the room. People feel where Paris is coming from. His blues brings all of your emotions back to the surface, and he does it with a warmth you just can't deny. Because Paris James' music is as real as it gets. There's depth here that you can't achieve from listening to old recordings, reading magazine articles on the blues or checking out concert appearances by the greats still with us. It doesn't come to you that way. Paris doesn't just sing about Hellhounds, he feels them hot on his heals.

Paris James' roots run deep. While his maternal grandfather, Reverand Frank Cubby, ran the largest black Baptist church in Georgia, Paris' paternal grandfather ran bootleg whiskey through backwoods Florida. One man shepherding souls toward the light, the other creeping through the shadows. These two very disparate existences collided in Paris' parents, both God-fearing, gospel-singing souls destined to produce a genuinely talented son born inside a southern church.

But it was while growing up in Phoenix, AZ, though, that Paris was exposed to a lot of serious blues. On the west side of town, he'd hang around the old storefronts with their outdoor speakers. Lincoln Liquors, among others, blasting the likes of Muddy Waters and T-Bone Walker down Buckeye Road. And later, when the preachers set up revival tents directly across the street, Paris had the best of both musical worlds. For Paris, this audio street fight just added fuel to the fire smoldering within.

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