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And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.
Todd Snider - Vinyl Records
Couch Burnin' Song
Screamin' Jay Hawkins (1929-2000) was a true original. A former opera singer and boxing champ, he was also one of the innovators of rock and roll who often gets overlooked today. I like to say he was the Little Richard who could kick your ass. "At Home With Jay" is an incredible and intimate live album, obviously recorded in a very small venue, and reveals him as the entertainer that he was. No band, just Jay and a piano with a little singalong help from the crowd. I hadn't heard this in years until the other day and I can't stop listening to it. This is a record that just really makes you feel good and appreciate that kind of talent. To just be able to fucking entertain like that. I mean I would put this in the same category of live album as Sam Cooke's "Live at the Harlem Square Club". Difference is that Sam had a rockin' band to go with his voice on that record. Here Jay has only his piano and his sense of humor. There's actually another great Screamin' Jay live record that I almost posted. It's Jay with The Fuzztones backing him up. I'd recommend that one next to this one.
Anyway, here's another great feel good rock and roll record that strips it on down and gives you only the best of what it's about. Impossible to not tap your little wingtips to! Now "get yourself a fur burger" and download this…
Wes Race Showcase
I. Bright Boys Boogie -
Sumter Burton guitar and vocals, Jim Colegrove- bass, Mike Price - piano, Larry Reynolds - drums,Wes Race - vocals.
2. Hip Card Punched -
Wes Race - Vocal, Shawn Pittman - guitar, Matt Farrell - piano, Kaz Kazenoff - Sax, Vic Gerrard - bass
3. Stella Fayes Maineline -
Shawn Pittman - guitar and vocal, Matt Farrell - piano, Kaz Kazenoff - Sax, Vic Gerrard - bass
Written by Wes Race
4. Cockroach Run -
Johnny Moeller - guitar, Jay Moeller - drums, Kaz Kazeroff - sax
5. Strange Stuff -
Homer Henderson - guitar and vocals, Mike Buck - drums.
6.Mate Like A Cheetah -
Homer Henderson - Guitar, Mike Buck Drums - Written by Nick Tosches
7. Ugly Woman -
James Hinkle - vocals and guitar, Nick Connolly - piano,…Continue
Chicago Blues – Live At The Fickle Pickle, a long out of print LP on the Flyright label. The Fickle Pickle was a club on Rush Street in Chicago managed at one time by Michael Bloomfield. Regulars included Big Joe Willies, St. Louis Jimmy, James Brewer, Billy Boy Arnold, Little Johnny Jones, J.B. Lenoir and others.
Genre: Blues Country: USA Year: 1979 Audio codec: MP3 Riptype: tracks Bitrate: 320 kbps Playtime: 40:34 Size: 94 MB
01. Johnny Jones & Willie Dixon – Johnny’s Boogie [00:02:39]
02. Maxwell Street Jimmy – Long-Haired Doney [00:03:09]
03. John Henry Barbee – Baby I Need Your Love [00:03:13]
04. Billy Boy Arnold & Johnny Jones – Sloppy Drunk [00:02:45]
05. Blind James Brewer – Big Road Blues [00:03:26]
06. Blind James Brewer – See What Poor Kelly Done [00:03:26]
07. Big Joe Williams – Sugar Mama [00:02:46]
08. Billy Boy Arnold & Johnny Jones – Early In The Morning [00:02:30]
09. Maxwell Street Jimmy – Make Some Love To Me [00:02:47]
10. Maxwell Street Jimmy – Smokestack Lightnin’ [00:02:43]
11. Billy Boy Arnold & Johnny Jones – My Little Machine [00:04:22]
12. John Henry Barbee – Tell Me Baby [00:03:25]
13. Billy Boy Arnold & Johnny Jones – Going To The River [00:03:14]
Released on the Pesky Serpent label after volume one was, as the saying goes, real real gone. Nonetheless a fingersnappin' set of goatee growers, bent bop tunes, slang poetry & crazy cookin' cats that're really on the stick. They're all here: Dexter Gordon's rival Wardell Gray (who improvised the melody that later became Annie Ross' 'Twisted'), lip-flapper Babs Gonzales (who wrote the song 'Oop Pop a Da' for Dizzy Gillespie), Nat Cole's slicker-n-shit guitarist Oscar Moore, psychiatry-lounge singer Katie Lee, Chicago-pianist-turned-sound-effects-freak Mel Henke.
"Beat poetry, hip Jazz and Be-Bop with the feel of a smoky club underground club in the early '60s, make this one of the coolest compilations you'll ever hear.
Tracklisting: Buddy Collette-Jungle Pipe, Kenyon Hopkins-Let Me Out, Amus Moore-The Hip Men, Wardell Greay-5 Star, Young Tiger-Calypso Be, Babs Gonzales-Lullaby of the Doomed, Muhamed Habeebalah-Sneaking, Ernie Andrews-Green Gin, Oscar Moore-Kenya, Early Zell-Aunt Woo Wa, Katie Lee-Sick Sounds, John Lewis Trio & Millie-Snake Hips, Bing Day-Mama's Place, Maxwell H Brock-Bucket of Blood, Joya Sherril-Desdemona's Lament, Mel Henke-Shock Treatment.…
"You know, it's funny how people just want to believe what's convenient
Nothing happens on purpose, it's an accident if it happens at all
And everything that's happening to us seems like it's happening without our consent
But we're busy talking back and forth to our shadows on an old stone wall".
That my friends pours off the page like burning coals....or something like that.
.......Its a truism, i believe, that the work of the artist, whatever the medium of expression, is only half complete without a receptor, an entity capable of and compelled to bring something of themselves to the work. .....the cosmic alchemy that transforms the prosaic mechanics of oil on canvas, word on paper, or music in the air...into a shared experience spanning boundaries of space and time..also provides a glimpse into the depths......that prove our humanity...and whisper of immortality.
The performer walks a tightrope.
The poets and painters have fled the scene
The novelist hides between pages and pokes his thoughts into adjectives.......
The performer walks a tightrope.
"........See the man with the stage fright........"…Continue
When Theodore Roosevelt "Hound Dog" Taylor sat down on his battered folding chair, slipped his steel slide onto his six-fingered left hand and tore into one of his foot-stomping shuffles, supercharged boogies or a searing slow blues, he had one thing in mind--making people forget their troubles, either by dancing or by immersing themselves in the deepest of bottleneck blues. And whether he was playing for old friends at one of Chicago's inner-city bars or for thousands of college kids and hippies at clubs and campuses around the country, Taylor's music never changed. With just two guitars and a drum set, Hound Dog Taylor and the HouseRockers created a rocked-out, hypnotic, ultra-danceable sound that is as emotionally powerful and wildly energizing today as it was the day they produced it.
Perhaps the only polydactyl bluesman ever or, at least the most famous, Hound Dog Taylor is one of my favorite blues artists. Theodore Roosevelt “Hound Dog” Taylor was 55 when a young man by the name of Bruce Iglauer was at one of his shows. Iglauer was so impressed, he started Alligator records for the express purpose of releasing albums by Hound Dog Taylor and the Houserockers. I can’t say I blame him as I absolutely love Taylor’s raw, energetic blues. Simple, gritty shake yer booty music and not the overly polished & honed stuff that I’ve heard around town. I first started listening to Hound Dog in the mid-90s after a girlfriend left me for another man. I think I played “She’s Gone” about a million times while drowning my sorrows in a glass. I’m sorry but local acts like Westside Andy and the Mel Ford Band just wouldn’t work – they can’t cut close enough…Continue
1 Prison Bound - Fulson, Lowell
2 My Baby Left Me - Fulson, Lowell
3 Nobody's Business - Geddins, Bob Cavaliers & Jimmy Wilson
4 Ghost Riders - Geddins, Bob Cavaliers & Jimmy Wilson
5 Bad Luck And Trouble - McCracklin, Jimmy
6 Railroad Blues - McCracklin, Jimmy
7 Poor Boy - James, Ulysses
8 Stormin' And Rainin' - Fulson, Lowell
9 Jimmy's Blues - McCracklin, Jimmy
10 Lonesome Blues - Franklin, Emery
11 It's A Sin To Tell A Lie - Wilson, Jimmy & Scat Man Crothers
12 Mistake In Life - Wilson, Jimmy
13 Ain't No Fault Of Mine - Roy Hawkins
14 They Raided The Joint - Roy Hawkins
15 September Song - King, Saunders
16 Nobody Wants Me - King, Saunders
17 When Your Lover Has Gone - King, Saunders
18 Big Fat Butterfly - King, Saunders
19 Brother Moses - Rising Star Gospel Singers
20 While The Blood Is Running Warm In Your Veins - Rising Star Gospel Singers
21 I Trust In God - Rising Star Gospel Singers
22 Telephone Line - Rising Star Gospel Singers
23 I'm So Tired I Could Cry - Geddins, Bob Cavaliers
24 West Side Jump (Boogie Boy Boogie) - West Side Trio
Bob Geddins and sons, early 1980s…
Do you know what real is? Wes Race ...
Do you know what funky is? Wes Race ...
Do you know what truth is? Wes Race ...
Knock Knock. Do you know what Cryptic Whalin’ is? Wes Race ...
Wes lays out the seamy under belly that exists within us all, the fear of black helicopters, the notion that Agent Mulder may just have been right, the frustration with not finding Twin Peaks on any map, and the plan we all have tucked away, for what we’d do when we hit the lottery ... yet we never play.
Wes rolls with some outrageous stories, all set to a funky bass line, infectious organ, and a hard driving guitar that are spurred on by a fine Boogie Woogie piano. All this fans the flames of some fast talking banter that will have you down on your knees, with an ear to ear smile, sure that you’ve found god ... though an escaped disciple of the devil turned grifter car salesman, is more aptly the case.
This is hipster jive at it’s very best, all played out in a smokey bar, where William Burroughs sells dope in the restroom, where Ken Nordine shows up at every performance, where Jack Kerouac has a permanently reserved table, where Lenny Bruce is serving drinks, and Hunter Thompson is finally sitting quietly with his mouth wide open.
You know what you should be checking out? Wes Race ... You’re going to have to trust me on this one, but for those of you game for an adventure, this is your first stop.…Continue
Crumb is celebrated for many reasons, most famously as “the father of underground commix,” and his celebrity is such he’s retreated across the Atlantic to this idyllic village. “From shack to chateau” he subtitled his 1997 R. Crumb Coffee Table Art Book. The chateau’s interior – narrow stairways, large rooms, cool against the afternoon’s heat and dark – suggests our desire to have well lit homes was not a consideration a millennium ago.
Crumb, wife (and fellow artist) Aline Kominsky-Crumb and daughter Sophie shifted here in 1991, fortuitously escaping the release of Terry Zwigoff’s 1994 documentary feature Crumb. Brilliant as Zwigoff’s film is, it hugely inflated Crumb’s notoriety, establishing him as perhaps the most recognisable American artist since Andy Warhol. Yet where Warhol courted celebrity Crumb shuns it.
Crumb leads me into his study. This is the room of legend, often photographed so to display his magnificent, 5,000-strong 78 record collection alongside all kinds of toys, framed 78s (in their original sleeves), black & white photos of blues and jazz musicians and licensed Crumb memorabilia. In the far left corner sits his desk, drawing board, pens and…Continue
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