There are a few recordings in my vast collection that I constantly go back to for inspiration. For example, I never stray to far from Little Walter. I HAVE to listen to his stuff at least a couple of times a week, AND even though I may have heard what he's doing hundreds of times, there is always something that amazes me anew. Now, don't get me wrong, Rick Estrin, Kim Wilson, Rod Piazza, Ian Collard, Gary Primich, Mark Hummel...etc., all have chops that knock me out. I just have to get back to the source frequently, though, for a fix and I don't pull out my other CDs as frequently. What I'm getting at is that I've found myself, over the past month, listen to Nat Riddles constantly.
Who? You say. Yeah, I hadn't a clue as to who this guy was until Adam Gussow touted him, first in his excellent Satin Apprentice, but most recently on his website dedicate to Modern Blues Harmonica (click here, if you haven't been there). Of course, Adam and his musical partner, Sterling McGhee, stirred the blues waters with their street duo and recorded some critically acclaimed albums. Anyway, Adam gave Nat his due for mentoring him in the right direction and helping him get his tonal chops together. Long story short is that none of Nat Riddles' recorded output was available until Adam released his street recordings of Nat and guitarist Charlie Hilbert doing their thing on the streets of New York as a digital download from his website on a released called El Cafe Stree Live! All I can say is that I waited way to long to suck those wonderful examples of blues harmonica done right onto my hard drive.
Nat Riddles has it all. I can't believe that I had never heard of a guy who had these kind of harp chops until now. I can't believe that he existed solely in the vacuum of the New York blues scene and wasn't a household name before he passed. The man is that good. Even though most of the songs he covers are covers from both Sonny Boy Williamsons, both Walters, or Jimmy Reed, Nat throws down just enough of his own licks and Riddlelizes the songs. His harp technique is solid pro quality and he produces an endless stream of ideas that keeps each song fresh. He won't amaze you with some lick-a-rama, razzle dazzle, but he knocks me out with his tone. I don't care how many times you've heard Too Late or Mellow Down Easy, when Nat blends both together he smokes it on down. He moves around the harp with immaculate intonation as he employs his double stops, split octaves, tongue slaps, and flutters with the expertise that only comes from deep woodshedding. The mark of the top pros in the field.
One of my favorites is Little Walter's seldom covered I Done Got Tired of You. Nat takes what Walter did and sprinkles the tune with his own blend of spices. He slides into and hits bends superbly--but then again, he does that throughout the program. He takes Big Walter's Easy for the same sort of ride and rivals that master's tone, but with amplification. He segues the tune into Sonny Williamson II's Eyesight To The Blind to wonderful effect.
There are twenty four cuts, with St. James Infirmary as a bonus cut. He puts on a clinic on bending notes on a lowdown version of that sad, sad song. But the whole damn thing is a clinic as far as I'm concerned and that's why I keep coming back to it. The man is that good at what he's doing. He's not the greatest blues singer that you'll ever hear, but he's pretty darn effective at it--much in the same way that Little Walter's vocals will fool you after you get caught up in his harp playing. He keeps a great patter going being songs with the audience and it's easy to see that he's a veteran of the streets.
His guitarist, Charlie Hilbert (who has gotten together with Gussow for some recent stuff) is also a revelation for me. I mean, where has this guy been? He ain't getting down with solos or anything, just playing darned solid rhythm behind Nat, supporing his every note blown, and doing it with a constant variety of chord patterns. This man knows his book of blues as well as Nat Riddles does. They make a formidable pair.
This recording is a street recording. Even though sirens wail, people chatter, the wind whips at the mics, and horns honk, nothing distracts from the wonderful blues being made on this day--or as Nat puts it American Music. He may not be your cup of tea, but he grabbed me and hung on--Thank you Adam Gussow for sharing Nat with the rest of the world.
Listen to samples or download a copy of some great stuff here. Photo of Nat Riddles by Beth Horsley. I'm including Adam Gussow's liner notes that offers a wonderful insight into the world of Nat Riddles. The liner notes are available at the download site, but for those that don't click over here they are:
NAT RIDDLES AND CHARLIE HILBERT: EL CAFE STREET LIVE! "The blues world, in one respect, is like the world at large: the great talents dont always get the recognition they deserve. All of us are familiar with the local hero who doesnt tour and whose recordings, homegrown or banished to minor labels, dont break through. The Memphis piano queen Di Anne Price is one such artist; the Milwaukee harmonica master Jim Liban is another. Yet the blues world, like blues songs themselves, loves nothing more than sudden reversals, unexpected redemptions, triumph wrenched from disaster, or obscurity.
"The late Nat Riddles, who died of leukemia in 1991 at the age of 39, was my teacher and friend. Ive been talking about him since I first met him on a cold winter day in 1985, when I was walking down Amsterdam Avenue in New York blowing harp and he pulled his cab alongside to see who I was. I wrote about him at length in my memoir, Mister Satans Apprentice, which could just as well have been titled Nat Riddless Apprentice. I took a couple of lessons from Nat that spring that transformed my approach. I learned tongue-blocking and a dozen other tricks of the trade. I followed him around that summer as he and his guitar-man, Staten Island native Charlie Hilbert, worked the sidewalks of Greenwich Village as a duo called El Cafe Street. I watched Nat flirt with every kind of woman who walked by. He could snake-charm. He could dazzle with his rap. And he could blow like the crown prince of the blues harmonica: the inheritor of a tradition that he seemed to have mastered, distilled, and transformed into living street theater.
"Nats sound haunted me. I thought then, and I still think, that hes a world-class player, every bit the equal of Billy Branch, Sugar Blue, and others of his generation. But until now, Ive had no way of offering evidence on his behalf. His entire recorded output consists of vinyl obscurities: one solo album on Spivey Records, two LPs as a sideman with Larry Johnson, and a handful of other cuts scattered across three Spivey samplers entitled New York Really Has the Blues. Without a digital legacy, who are you these days? But the truth is, Nats best work was open-air stuff. Thats where he came alive. And thats where this album was recorded.
"How did these sessions come about? In June 1989, after an extended self-imposed exile from New York, Nat suddenly decided to drive up from Richmond for the weekend. He brought along his toolkit full of harps and the small brown Turner mike shaped like a Roman legionnaires helmet. I loaned him my Mouse amp, a 5-watt portable that Id been using on the streets of Harlem with my own guitar-man, Sterling Mr. Satan Magee. Nat and I drove down to Chelsea, picked up Charlie, and headed across town to the Astor Place cube, a spot the duo had owned four summers before. I brought along my Sony Walkman Professional. Nat and Charlie plugged in at and played a couple of sets. I stood in front of them and rolled tape, running off during the breaks to grab Heinekens from a deli on St. Marks Place. The following afternoon, Friday, they did the same thing a couple of miles downtown, at the entrance to Battery Park, until a cop finally came by and told them to quit.
"That was eighteen years ago. A lot has happened since then. Nat got sick and died just as my own act, Satan and Adam, was breaking out with a first album and beginning to tour nationally. Nats celebrity within New York blues circles, which was considerable, slowly faded as those whod actually seen and heard him moved on or moved away. When Satan and Adam dissolved in 1998, Charlie and I teamed up for occasional gigs. The ghost of Nat Riddles haunted us. We knew how good the guy was; we knew wed been lucky to share time with him. We also knew he was a nobody as far as the rest of the blues world was concerned. Spivey Records? Lenny Kunstadt, Spivey founder and chronicler of the New York blues scene for many decades, had been found dead in his own cluttered apartment in 1996. So much for reissues. So much for Nat.
"The bag of tapes from those 1989 sessions has been collecting dust in my various Manhattan and Mississippi closets ever since. One particular cut, Nats version of Big Walters Easy, was something Id woodshedded with for a while, struggling to match Nats relaxed intensity. When I was writing Mister Satans Apprentice and looking to capture Nats voice, Id used several of the tapes as guidance. But I never imagined that the world would reinvent itself, thanks to the internet, filesharing, and various digital technologies, in a way that would enable me to share Nats genius as a street performer with a broader public. So I let the tapes gather dust.
"Now the dust has been blown off and Nat Riddles stands before you, doing what he did on the streets of New York. Charlie Hilbert, too. Charlie is just about the best guitar-man a street blues harmonica player could ask for. Hes tireless, inventive, flashy when thats called for, and keeps a solid groove. A great front man needs somebody to watch his back. Charlie does that beautifully.
"What can I say about Nats playing that I havent already said? Eighteen years down the line, Im now twelve years older than Nat was when these recordings were made. I hear him with no less admiration, but I hear him differently. His singing isnt always on pitch (its not his strong suit) but time and again he manages through sheer force of personality to put the songs across, worrying a line until it works for him. He sings to you, without apology. Still, what compels attention here is the range, intensity, and subtlety of Nats harp-blowing, combined, unexpectedly, with a dream of beloved community conveyed through those words El Cafe Street and the freeform patter in which Nat bathes his audience.
"Nat is equally comfortable playing in first, second, and third position; blowing chromatic harp; or soaring on the big minor-turned Marine Band he pulls out once or twice here. None of this distinguishes Nat from a hundred other top pros. What do distinguish him are his buttery growl of a vibrato; the depth from which he wrenches his notes out of the instrument without ever straining; the distinctive plaintive edge that accrues to his notes as a result; and the remarkable fluidity of his note placement relative to the beat, another way of saying that he swings like hell. (His training in Tae Kwan Do, Ive always felt, has something to do with this last quality of always remaining in balance without ever remaining static.)
"Yet even this combination of qualities cant quite account for the uncanny power of Nats playing. That power traces not just to his thoroughgoing mastery of the tradition, especially the styles of John Lee Williamson and Rice Miller (Sonny Boy 1 and 2), Big Walter Horton, Little Walter Jacobs, and Kim Wilson, but to his distillation of those styles in a way that seems to reinvent the core values of the blues harmonica idiom. Revivalists, and there are many of them, recycle familiar moves. They play it safe. Nat never does. Instead he seizes the heart of the tradition and wrestles it into what he needs it to be in order to do the street-level work he has in mind. He reconfigures the tradition in line with his own personality: playful, lustful, gregarious, gallant, relaxed, and intense. Hes got that New Yawk sqawk. In your face, but never threatening, never gangsta.
"Which brings us to the curious second claim Im making about Nats larger social project, the dream of beloved community. What comes through vividly in these recordings is a spirit of generosity. Nat seemed happy enough to claim the money the streets brought him, happy to bask in the applause, but the performance he actually delivered (harmonica, vocals, and sales pitch) always seemed calibrated less to accrue profit than to pull you out of yourself and back into the human family, his family. El Cafe Street. What kind of name was that for a blues act? Shhhhooooom! Nat had already danced himself down the road, hand extended, waiting for you to catch up. No cover, no minimum. Just American music, outdoors under the open skies. This was Whitmans vision; Nat reclaimed it and made it live for a while. Charlie and I still miss him. You will too, now."
As of May 30, 2008, I retired as a high school teacher with 29 years of sharing my knowledge of journalism, English, and world geography with Texas teenagers and eventually some of their kids (including three of my own).
This blog will provide a piece of the answer to the question I've been asked for the millionth time, "Well, what are you going to do now?"
#1 Son, John Bush, designed the title artwork several years ago and it is remarkably appropriate for this blog. Try this as a contact e-mail: rkbush51 at att dot net.