The third thing missing from the Oxford American’s 2012
Southern Music issue? The six fingers of
Hound Dog Taylor.
Hound Dog is the rare Chicago bluesman to hail from Natchez,
Mississippi. His hard, electrified slide
ride falls somewhere between Elmore James and George Thorogood, a massive wall
of good-time, house rockin’ music in the key of open-E. There is a rumor that Freddy King stole
“Hideaway” from Hound Dog. This tale
alone, tall or not, would be sufficient to cement Hound Dog’s place in the
bluescape.
But I’m not here to write a biography. The blues turns men into freaks – or maybe it
takes the freakish to find the blues. Hard
drinking, fast living, prone to perversion, creatures of the wild American
night. Mean, sly, and lo-fi. I first saw this freakishly enchanting picture
on the cover of Guitar Player
magazine when I was about eight years old, and I’ve never forgotten it.
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