Hambone was an early precurser to diddley-bow and Rap. Here’s a demonstration featuring John Holeman & Dom Flemons found here. Related posts here.
BTW, that’s “Poke Salat,” not “Polk Salad,” and everyone who heard that song thought Tony Joe White was a black cajun guy.
That’s classic D. L. Menard. Might as well keep rolling with the theme.
Like this.
Have a great weekend, folks. See you back here tomorrow with more victimization and undeserved personal grievances. =D
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Fun Facts about Woodstock.
Buster Poindexter‘s weather report.
A cricket chirping, slowed down 800%.
The best advertisement for Tobasco Sauce ever.
Everyone should have The Happy Honk. [h/t MC]
Guy cashes in his Karma Points and walks away uninjured.
National Jukebox: Historical Recordings from the Library of Congress is very cool.
This is my new favorite song again because it fits my attitude.
Holland–Dozier–Holland. You’ve heard their stuff (including this).
Martha Reeves was born in Alabama, but pulled off a convincing British accent in this interview.
More George Orwell quotes here.
[Top image: The thermometer on our patio at 4PM Friday. Saturday morning I had to let the shower run until I got cool water. By Monday I’ll have changed my mind about getting a/c again until the next heat wave.]
God’s Cricket Chorus is awesome. I want that played at my funeral, by humans, followed by “Holiday For Strings.” played by crickets. [h/t Octopus]
Here’s Tom Waits‘ response when asked by NPR, “What is the most interesting recording you own?”
“It’s a mysteriously beautiful recording from, I am told, Robbie Robertson’s label. It’s of crickets. That’s right, crickets. The first time I heard it … I swore I was listening to the Vienna Boys Choir, or the Mormon Tabernacle choir. It has a four-part harmony. It is a swaying choral panorama. Then a voice comes in on the tape and says, “What you are listening to is the sound of crickets. The only thing that has been manipulated is that they slowed down the tape.” No effects have been added of any kind, except that they changed the speed of the tape. The sound is so haunting. I played it for Charlie Musselwhite, and he looked at me as if I pulled a Leprechaun out of my pocket.” [via]
In 1977 The Steve Gibbons Band covered Chuck Berry‘s 1969 recording of Tulane and did a decent job of it.
Amy Helm can wail, and her band jams it down your throat.
Third World‘s classic “96 Degrees In The Shade” seems appropriate given this week’s heat wave (and not for the political message).
Keep cool, folks, and we’ll see you back here tomorrow.
Tacky Raccoons 