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  1. 23 de abr. de 2024 · Ry Cooder (born March 15, 1947, Los Angeles, California, U.S.) is an American guitarist and singer whose influence far outweighed his limited commercial success.. Introduced to the guitar at age three, adept at the instrument by age eight, and a teenage habitué of the Los Angeles blues scene, Cooder formed the Rising Sons with Taj Mahal and played in Captain Beefheart’s Magic Band before ...

  2. Hace 4 días · Number 10: ‘Ry Cooder’ His self titled debut album was released in 1970, establishing a unique niche from the start, as an interpreter of traditional American songs, with new arrangements centred on his rhythm and slide guitar, and mandolin, and always with an eye on the hardships of the downtrodden, a continuing theme of his music throughout his career.

  3. 22 de abr. de 2024 · This triple CD box set celebrates this hugely creative period in Ry Cooder s career by featuring a range of live recordings made at Cooder shows in the 70s and 80s, all of which were broadcast live on FM radio. Kicking off on DISC ONE with a gig recorded at The Record Plant, in Sausalito, CA, ...

  4. 20 de abr. de 2024 · Ry Cooder was born in West LA in 1947. When he was four, he accidentally stuck a knife in his left eye and was forced to sport a glass one. However, the loss of an eye proved a blessing in disguise. As Cooder told Tony Scherman in a 2008 interview for Stopsmiling magazine:

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  6. 17 de abr. de 2024 · 1972. Bass – Tommy McClureClarinet – Charles LawingDrums – Jim Keltner, Roger HawkinsHarmonica – Gene FinneyHorns – George BohanonPercussion – Milt Holland...

  7. 23 de abr. de 2024 · Call me dog but I ain’t blind. Smokehouse man is back in town. Call me up when you love comes down. Call me Willie, the one and only Willie Brown, Yeah. I’m lovin’ all you women two by two. Ain’t gonna stop ‘till the lovin’ is through. It gets too hot, windmill turns. Baby play the fiddle when the Smokehouse burns.