Alexander "Sandy" Bull (February 25, 1941 – April 11, 2001) was an American folk musician and composer. Bull was an accomplished player of many stringed instruments, including guitar, pedal steel guitar, banjo, and oud. His early work blends non-western instruments with 1960s folk revival, and has been cited as important in the development of psychedelic music.
His albums often presented an eclectic repertoire including extended modal improvisations on oud. An arrangement of Carl Orff's composition Carmina Burana for 5-string banjo appears on his first album and other musical fusions include his adaptation of Luiz Bonfá's "Manhã de Carnaval", a lengthy variation on "Memphis Tennessee" by Chuck Berry, and compositions derived from works of J. S. Bach and Roebuck Staples.
Bull used overdubbing as a way to accompany himself. As documented in the Still Valentine's Day, 1969: Live At the Matrix, San Francisco recording, Sandy Bull's use of tape accompaniment was part of his solo performances in concert as well.
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ALBUMS
- Inventions released: 2009
- Fantasias For Guitar & Banjo released: 2009
- Re-Inventions released: 1999
- Inventions for Guitar & Banjo released: 1995
- E Pluribus Unum released: 1968
Born: 1941-02-25
Died: 2001-04-11
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by Admiral Twin
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by Avid
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by Eric Schwartz
Sunday Blue
by: Admiral TwinSaturday sweet
Or was it Sunday Blue?
We scattered seeds
And the day grew
Throwing caution to the wind
And danger dances on the land's end
Tripping over air
No one ever really goes there
Dancing on the breeze
No one ever really sees me
Saturday slow
And then Sunday flew
Another night without you
You walked away
And the world shut down
It's hard to dance
When you're not around
Tripping over air
No one ever really goes there
Dancing on the breeze
No one ever really sees me
I wonder if I walked with you
You'd take a few steps too
Or would you walk away from me?
We always disagree
Saturday sweet or was it Sunday Blue
We scattered seeds and the day grew
Throwing caution to the wind
And danger dances on the land's end
Tripping over air
No one ever really goes there
Dancing on the breeze
No one ever really sees me
I wonder if I walked with you
You'd take a few steps too
Or would you walk away from me
We always disagree
The days go by
And I dream of a time
when the poems rhymed
And the night's are so long