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Blue Indians

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I've been listening to John since 1990 (Graffitti Man) and it's my good fortune to live in a part of the rez where I can see him and Bad Dog perform live every 60 days or so. A small, intimate place that holds about 60 people max and you are 8 feet from the stage. Usually, an artist's best work is their first album. That's the one that the record company, the promoter, the marketing guys, and the agents had nothing to do with. Then it goes downhill after that. Since John is not just an artist but an artist who maintains his integrity, he successfully reverses this trend. Consequently, each new album surpasses the last. That's the case with Blue Indians. The entire album is fabulous. The standouts (if they can be distinguished from the entire work) are Blue Indians, All Nite Cafe, Devil and Me, Angel of Sin, Terminal Neon, and the intensely poignant and personal You Were (written in 1981, two years after the tragic loss of John's wife). The album is flawlessly produced by Jackson Browne. John has behind him one of the most talented, fluid, and tightest bands in the industry; Mark Shark and Billy Watts who elevate guitar playing to artistry, Rick Eckstein on percussion, and the fabulous Quiltman on backing traditional vocals. Poets and poetry have a two-fold mission, to speak the truth and to make you proud to be a human being. John Trudell and Blue Indians does both.

I ended up getting this CD thru an auction because no one stocks it...but it's one of his best, worth the wait.

A year or two ago (b4 I got a computer and discovered amazon.com) I was showing a friend a couple of CD's I would like to have at -are you ready?- [the store]. I listened to a short piece of this album and wasn't sure about the spoken lyrics. I tend to like instrumental works so the words don't get in the way of my writing (I always write to music). When she went back to purchase a present she couldn't remember which ones I wanted but remembered me picking up this blue cardboard covered one and it was Native American, so she bought it. Man, am I glad she blanked out! I don't listen to it while writing but I listen to it all the time when I can actually listen. This is true poetry that, to me, goes beyond any genre. The writing rings with power and truth, the music is well written and complements the lyrics incredibly. If you have any interest in contemporary Native American music, this is an artist you need to experience. In fact you probably should listen to it anyway. It has become one of my favorites in an extensive collection.

I discovered this Santee Dakota poet lately, and I am happy I have. This cd is my fourth by him. Yes, I am addicted to John Trudell's voice! Once you have heard this man you can't help wanting to get all his discography. And this one "Blue Indians", even if it's out of stock (I don't know why), you have to find a way to get a copy because all that is said in this album is worth to be heard - music and lyrics! Each song is unique and have got something special that will touch you in a way or an other.
As a woman, I wish I was this "Angel Of Sin" who "told to him...", or imagine being this "Toy" which "doesn't like to be seen working the pretty", or I dream being "The Only One For Him". I am haunted by "Devil & Me" and I love lessen to John Trudell saying again and again "It's the way I run Baby"...
Blue Indian, Bad Dogs, All Nite Cafe, Terminal Neon, Johnny and Joe, Dizzy Duck, all songs which touch the heart and open people's mind.
And then "You Were" the last song, true sacred song which tell so much about John Trudell's heart. This man's heart which knows so well about the meaning of being an human being. This man's voice which says out lout that Indian people are not reduced to statistics! Thanks John!

This album, Blue Indians, is long overdue! Trudell is finally back with his 3rd CD, and he's as eloquent as ever. Still angry, still loving; sarcastic, sad, and still chuckling... Raw poetry, carried by great rock music; bluesy blues, swinging blues, and sometimes even a little jazzy ("Dizzy Duck"); with just the right dose of djembe beats; and the excellent backing vocals of Mark Shark, Billy Watts, and --of course-- Quiltman. Tradional sounds interweaved with the sharp electric sounds of this modern day & age. DNA. Next time, JT, don't wait so long in between releases... or make a double CD! :)

Elsie Herten - KOLA International Campaign Office

To me Blue Indians is one of the greatest records ever made, just to let you know before you read on.

Historians usually claim the Blues (which is the ancestor of Rock 'n' Roll, Jazz, R'n'B, Hip-Hop, Metal and other popular music) was created by the fusing of European and African music by slaves in America. However, this doesn't explain why it fused there and then and not any other time when European and African music met in the thousands of years before.
"Blue Indians" shows what was missing: the third ingredient, the music that was already there in America, that of the American Indians.
Not to diminish what either of the Old World cultures brought to America and without trying to steal anything from black Americans, the heartbeat of the blues never was European or African, it always was the Indian drum. And so are it's melodies; simple like the five notes of the Indian flutes and chants. This album reveals how much modern music was influenced by American Indian music. To me it seems to go back to the beginning of blues and then takes a side road. A small dirt track showing familiar places from a different angle. From which every so often one can see the travelers on the high way: Lightning Hopkins, Sonny Terry, John Lee Hooker, Elvis, Lennon, Dylan, Santana, Reed, Tupac while staying off the beaten track.

The blues is bare and open, for everybody to join and follow. It's sophistication is the lack of that, it's not intellectual or artificial but instead a straightforward vehicle for feeling and meaning, to reflect life. Likewise "Blue Indians" shows us how little is needed for good music: voices, a couple of guitars, perhaps some keys and percussion, that's it. Oh yeah, and heart, most of all.
Compared to the great layered rock sounds of "Johnny Damas and Me" the music here is stripped to the essentials. No drums, no bass (almost), no hornsection, no overdubs. And you won't miss them.. It gives an intimate and comfortable sound, like these are just a couple of guys playing in the corner of a tiny pub or diner in the middle of nowhere or perhaps next door. Nothing pretentious, just telling stories. Not trying to prove anything and with that proving the blues is (at least partially) theirs aswell and they can play it like no-one else, blow the dust off it and make it fresh. But while essentially blues, it's blues in all its forms from rock to lounge, psychedelic to dirt, southern to hip-hop. And instead of following the main road (the road that puts some people off the blues) their side-track shows chord progressions with a surprise and riffs with a twist, breathing new life in the style. All the while keeping the heart beat going with a natural flow.

Mark Shark's and Billy Watts' Yin and Yang make a guitar tandem second to none. The slide playing of flamboyant Shark is terrific while Watts is always there on the beat, inventive and never playing a note too much. Their playing is the foundation, the red line through the music of this album while never falling into cliches. Showing there's much more possible than an 8 or 12-bar just as Robert Johnson showed. Leads and solos are pretty much equally shared with their sound ranging from raw and biting to sweet and atmospheric.
Quiltman's chants are always heartfelt and show were Hooker got his humming, Wolf his howling and Hendrix, Guy, Clapton and Santana their mournful screaming. His traditional American Indian drum also leaves no doubt where the rhythm of the blues came from.
Ricky Eckstein perfectly joins Shark and Watts playing understated keyboard with the timeless sounds of (electric) piano or organ. He succeeds in giving colour to the songs without competing with the guitars, blending in. And by refraining from the use of modern sounds it never sounds dated.
The percussion added by either Luis Conte or Wally Ingram is simple and sublime. Each song is given a slightly different flavor by the use of different percussion instruments, cajon, djembe, congas or udu but hardly ever more than one at the time, they don't need to. Accompanying and emphasizing the guitars instead of taking them over they have amazing depth and punch.
Overall the band sounds tight, fluent and always original while remaining natural.

Trudell's voice sounds energetic, his timing impeccable. Some people might think speaking lyrics instead of singing them is an easy way out. Try it; it's not. The truth is, spoken word doesn't hide emotion behind melody. It's far harder to sound convincing, unless you actually mean what you say, speaking the truth. And Trudell's words are always true, so he can speak them and reach us in a far more direct manner then singing could have. His lyrics on most tracks are less universal than on "Johnny Damas and Me" and instead more personal. Relating individuals touched by drink, drugs, heartache, loneliness and violence they are brought more to our level.

By reclaiming the blues as a (at least) partially American Indian music style this album re-writes history, or at least adds to it. That alone makes it a great album. Indeed, reclaiming is the word I use and they might object to it. Perhaps what I mean is that it reveals the influence of American Indian music on the founders of the blues, how it's another ingredient that should be acknowledged. But most importantly it does so without trying to prove anything, making that it never sounds thought-out or artificial.
Apart from all that, I find it a great album musically, just love listening to it. The apparent simplicity never bores and how many albums never bore? Also each song completely stands up on its own while fitting in AND adding to the other songs at the same time. Never mind my whole essay about the history of blues, after 6 years of listening I never had the urge to skip a single track. Of how many albums can I say that? Not of Sgt.Pepper's, Abbey Road, Pet Sounds, What's Going On, Songs in the Key of Life, Tutu, Straight Outa Compton, Temple of Low Men or even Dark Side of the Moon or anyone else I forgot. That alone must mean that for me, this is one of the greatest albums ever. And that's just the music, the lyrics easily out-do those other albums because they actually mean something.

Other people write about it more eloquently but I just have to say that I love this CD, as much as Bone Days. I hope to hear John Trudell and Bad Dog perform live someday.

As yet I haven't a copy of Blue's Indians, but I'll be getting a copy soon. Trudell for me represent's the voice of the Native people. His message, like an arrow released from a bow of fire and gold. Swift...striking the target...bitter sweet...Touching...damming...almost violent. A living activest, most certainly my mentor. A word-smith that has the gift with hard-hitting words. Anyone that shares a deep spiritaul bond with the Native people, must add the works of Trudell to their collection. John my brother if you read this review, do pop in and say hello. "...In my dreams, fire rides horses of vision. Behold ancient seers for spirits fly upon the winds of creative power"... Copyright 2000. Jeffrey Woods.

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