Otis Taylor — Nasty Letter
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Somebody wrote me, a nasty letter,
But they didn't, sign their name
I think I know, I know who wrote it
Well I recognize, recognize that hand
It's getting warm
Oh so warm
It's so warm
On a winter's day
I'm reading backwards, reading backwards,
On this page
Hoping to defend
If the devil come
I've been wrongly, wrongly accused
Been wrongly, I've been wrongly,
I've been wrongly, wrongly accused.
But they didn't, sign their name
I think I know, I know who wrote it
Well I recognize, recognize that hand
It's getting warm
Oh so warm
It's so warm
On a winter's day
I'm reading backwards, reading backwards,
On this page
Hoping to defend
If the devil come
I've been wrongly, wrongly accused
Been wrongly, I've been wrongly,
I've been wrongly, wrongly accused.
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Was it a New York Times Op ed?
I've heard this here before but didn't pay close attention. I just did. Some serious voicing and picking here. Nice piece.
As others have noted, the style of guitar playing made me think it might be some obscure Richie Havens...but the voice is quite unique.
Stephenater wrote:
Not that it has anything to do with this song, but I lived in and around KCMO during my childhood years, and Otis Taylor was THE MAN!
Not quite as big a name as Len Dawson or Willie Lanier, but when you score a TD in the only Superbowl victory in KC history, you're an Icon.
The very last clear-the-benches, the water boy's-in there-too, ignore the refs, NFL brawl I ever saw was a Chiefs-Raiders game in which some Oakland guy made a late hit on Lenny Dawson. A hugeish Chief back got offended with the assault on his QB, and talked with his fists. Shortly, both benches emptied, and 15 minutes 0f big-boy fun followed. After that game, fights were no longer televised.
Not that it has anything to do with this song, but I lived in and around KCMO during my childhood years, and Otis Taylor was THE MAN!
Not quite as big a name as Len Dawson or Willie Lanier, but when you score a TD in the only Superbowl victory in KC history, you're an Icon.
The very last clear-the-benches, the water boy's-in there-too, ignore the refs, NFL brawl I ever saw was a Chiefs-Raiders game in which some Oakland guy made a late hit on Lenny Dawson. A hugeish Chief back got offended with the assault on his QB, and talked with his fists. Shortly, both benches emptied, and 15 minutes 0f big-boy fun followed. After that game, fights were no longer televised.
Nice beat!
Very nice. More Otis Taylor, please.
Awful. next song please.
lmic wrote:
Right you are!
Richie Havens
Right you are!
Should've used this music on The Wire.
Richie Havens
Fascinating piece.
A cursory glance at the net suggests there's no connection between Otis Taylor the KC football legend of my youth, and the fascinating musician played here.
A cursory glance at the net suggests there's no connection between Otis Taylor the KC football legend of my youth, and the fascinating musician played here.
FamilyMan wrote:
"Everyone is up to date in Kansas City on the deeds of Otis Taylor, the flanker for the Chiefs. People talk about him constantly, like 11th century Spaniards adding to the epic of El Cid or Wagner savoring the triumphs of Siegfried."...
...One of the great things about Taylor is that, for the most part, he keeps adding to his legend with each game he plays, much in the manner of Der Ring des Nibelungen...
...According to Willie Mitchell, an ex-defensive back for the Chiefs, there is only one way to beat his friend. Mitchell was sitting in Taylor's Kansas City nightclub, the Flanker's Lounge, one evening last week when he gave voice to his scheme. "I'd tell you what I'd do," he said, leaning back with a leer. "I'd bite him, and I'd get down in there and twist his leg." The din from the band almost drowned out Mitchell's catalog of horrors. "I'd say mean things about his momma," Mitchell went on, "And I'd spit, really spit, right on his face. I'd try to get him so angry he'd fight and get thrown out of the game. That's the only way to beat Otis Taylor."
(These highlights are from an article from the November 15, 1971 edition of Sports Illustrated; written by Robert H. Boyle, sports reporter and opera aficionado).
Not that it has anything to do with this song, but I lived in and around KCMO during my childhood years, and Otis Taylor was THE MAN!
Not quite as big a name as Len Dawson or Willie Lanier, but when you score a TD in the only Superbowl victory in KC history, you're an Icon.
"Everyone is up to date in Kansas City on the deeds of Otis Taylor, the flanker for the Chiefs. People talk about him constantly, like 11th century Spaniards adding to the epic of El Cid or Wagner savoring the triumphs of Siegfried."...
...One of the great things about Taylor is that, for the most part, he keeps adding to his legend with each game he plays, much in the manner of Der Ring des Nibelungen...
...According to Willie Mitchell, an ex-defensive back for the Chiefs, there is only one way to beat his friend. Mitchell was sitting in Taylor's Kansas City nightclub, the Flanker's Lounge, one evening last week when he gave voice to his scheme. "I'd tell you what I'd do," he said, leaning back with a leer. "I'd bite him, and I'd get down in there and twist his leg." The din from the band almost drowned out Mitchell's catalog of horrors. "I'd say mean things about his momma," Mitchell went on, "And I'd spit, really spit, right on his face. I'd try to get him so angry he'd fight and get thrown out of the game. That's the only way to beat Otis Taylor."
(These highlights are from an article from the November 15, 1971 edition of Sports Illustrated; written by Robert H. Boyle, sports reporter and opera aficionado).
Not that it has anything to do with this song, but I lived in and around KCMO during my childhood years, and Otis Taylor was THE MAN!
Not quite as big a name as Len Dawson or Willie Lanier, but when you score a TD in the only Superbowl victory in KC history, you're an Icon.
Excellent!
Here's an idea: it's Friday, let's rock!
Thank you.
Thank you.
I believe him! Good stuff.
zenhead wrote:
FamilyMan wrote:
"Everyone is up to date in Kansas City on the deeds of Otis Taylor, the flanker for the Chiefs. People talk about him constantly, like 11th century Spaniards adding to the epic of El Cid or Wagner savoring the triumphs of Siegfried."...
...One of the great things about Taylor is that, for the most part, he keeps adding to his legend with each game he plays, much in the manner of Der Ring des Nibelungen...
...According to Willie Mitchell, an ex-defensive back for the Chiefs, there is only one way to beat his friend. Mitchell was sitting in Taylor's Kansas City nightclub, the Flanker's Lounge, one evening last week when he gave voice to his scheme. "I'd tell you what I'd do," he said, leaning back with a leer. "I'd bite him, and I'd get down in there and twist his leg." The din from the band almost drowned out Mitchell's catalog of horrors. "I'd say mean things about his momma," Mitchell went on, "And I'd spit, really spit, right on his face. I'd try to get him so angry he'd fight and get thrown out of the game. That's the only way to beat Otis Taylor."
(These highlights are from an article from the November 15, 1971 edition of Sports Illustrated; written by Robert H. Boyle, sports reporter and opera aficionado).
Zenhead, I don't think you'll be needing a pop quiz to remember Otis Taylor now.
Love his song "My Soul's In Louisiana" . H/T to RP.
never heard of otis taylor, ...
FamilyMan wrote:
"Everyone is up to date in Kansas City on the deeds of Otis Taylor, the flanker for the Chiefs. People talk about him constantly, like 11th century Spaniards adding to the epic of El Cid or Wagner savoring the triumphs of Siegfried."...
...One of the great things about Taylor is that, for the most part, he keeps adding to his legend with each game he plays, much in the manner of Der Ring des Nibelungen...
...According to Willie Mitchell, an ex-defensive back for the Chiefs, there is only one way to beat his friend. Mitchell was sitting in Taylor's Kansas City nightclub, the Flanker's Lounge, one evening last week when he gave voice to his scheme. "I'd tell you what I'd do," he said, leaning back with a leer. "I'd bite him, and I'd get down in there and twist his leg." The din from the band almost drowned out Mitchell's catalog of horrors. "I'd say mean things about his momma," Mitchell went on, "And I'd spit, really spit, right on his face. I'd try to get him so angry he'd fight and get thrown out of the game. That's the only way to beat Otis Taylor."
(These highlights are from an article from the November 15, 1971 edition of Sports Illustrated; written by Robert H. Boyle, sports reporter and opera aficionado).
Zenhead, I don't think you'll be needing a pop quiz to remember Otis Taylor now.
Love his song "My Soul's In Louisiana" . H/T to RP.
Another triumph of technique over entertainment.
If Keith Moon had played acoustic guitar, he'd have sounded like Otis!
zenhead wrote:
"Everyone is up to date in Kansas City on the deeds of Otis Taylor, the flanker for the Chiefs. People talk about him constantly, like 11th century Spaniards adding to the epic of El Cid or Wagner savoring the triumphs of Siegfried."...
...One of the great things about Taylor is that, for the most part, he keeps adding to his legend with each game he plays, much in the manner of Der Ring des Nibelungen...
...According to Willie Mitchell, an ex-defensive back for the Chiefs, there is only one way to beat his friend. Mitchell was sitting in Taylor's Kansas City nightclub, the Flanker's Lounge, one evening last week when he gave voice to his scheme. "I'd tell you what I'd do," he said, leaning back with a leer. "I'd bite him, and I'd get down in there and twist his leg." The din from the band almost drowned out Mitchell's catalog of horrors. "I'd say mean things about his momma," Mitchell went on, "And I'd spit, really spit, right on his face. I'd try to get him so angry he'd fight and get thrown out of the game. That's the only way to beat Otis Taylor."
(These highlights are from an article from the November 15, 1971 edition of Sports Illustrated; written by Robert H. Boyle, sports reporter and opera aficionado).
never heard of otis taylor, ...
"Everyone is up to date in Kansas City on the deeds of Otis Taylor, the flanker for the Chiefs. People talk about him constantly, like 11th century Spaniards adding to the epic of El Cid or Wagner savoring the triumphs of Siegfried."...
...One of the great things about Taylor is that, for the most part, he keeps adding to his legend with each game he plays, much in the manner of Der Ring des Nibelungen...
...According to Willie Mitchell, an ex-defensive back for the Chiefs, there is only one way to beat his friend. Mitchell was sitting in Taylor's Kansas City nightclub, the Flanker's Lounge, one evening last week when he gave voice to his scheme. "I'd tell you what I'd do," he said, leaning back with a leer. "I'd bite him, and I'd get down in there and twist his leg." The din from the band almost drowned out Mitchell's catalog of horrors. "I'd say mean things about his momma," Mitchell went on, "And I'd spit, really spit, right on his face. I'd try to get him so angry he'd fight and get thrown out of the game. That's the only way to beat Otis Taylor."
(These highlights are from an article from the November 15, 1971 edition of Sports Illustrated; written by Robert H. Boyle, sports reporter and opera aficionado).
Really really good stuff.
Feelin the guitar and that's just to start.
Feelin the guitar and that's just to start.
I like this kind of music, music that grows on you
never heard of otis taylor, my loss. this is great stuff.
went to rate this and it was already 9....awesome, love it
Glad it's over
Great use of the cello. Nice painful screeching. Hits the mood perfectly.
Great music, have become a keen fan.
Powerful, and so heart-felt!
Great!
wow!
Very hot guitar work here. Fiddle lines, piano,. Great composition. The singing and lyrics are just the icing on the cake.
Wow. Instant add from one of my uploads. Thank you, Bill & Rebecca 
Sweet.
Fascinating piece.
A cursory glance at the net suggests there's no connection between Otis Taylor the KC football legend of my youth, and the fascinating musician played here.
It's simply a happy coinsdance