Pure awesome [via]. It’s a series that’s been going on for a while, and I find it hilarious, but let’s clean the palate. How ’bout a jam from Jimmy Vaughan & The Tilt-A-Whirl Band?
One of my earliest memories was puking on the Tilt-A-Whirl at LeSourdsville Lake and I loved the ride ever since. Have a great weekend, folks, see you back here tomorrow.
Awesome slide by Jack Broadbent on the streets of Amsterdam in 2014 with a cover of Canned Heat’s “On The Road Again.”
“On The Road Again” was penned by the late Alan “Blind Owl” Wilson and Floyd Jones. Wilson died of a barbiturate overdose in 1970 at the age of 27, within a few weeks of the similar drug-related deaths of Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin. So what about Floyd Jones? Let’s hear him.
Here’s Floyd Jones‘ “Stockyard Blues” with his own commentary.
Have a great weekend, folks. See you back here tomorrow.
Have a great weekend, folks, remember the Presidents who afforded us our freedoms and those who assist in taking them away, and be back here tomorrow for more stuff.
“Hand Full of Keys,” performed here by Stephanie Trick, is a Fats Waller composition, circa 1938. Awesome stride piano style. Although I’m somewhat ambidextrous and have a basic understanding of music theory and chords, there’s no way I could cut those chops.
I had a conversation with some of my co-workers recently, and the topic of Yellow Snow came up. I tried to explain Nanook of the North and failed, so we’re forced into Zappa mode.
You can find Zappa’s “Nanook Rubs It” on the Utoobage on your own, but “Deathless Horsie” is amazing.
Have a great SuperBowl Weekend folks. Seattle sucks big green donkeys because Seattle sucks big green donkeys. Everyone outside of Seattle knows Seattle sucks big green donkeys and so does Seattle. Seattle sucks big green donkeys.
The Cleverlys are pure country, and their take on The Bangles’ 1985 hit is pure awesome.
Let’s move on to something entirely different. How ’bout some Magic Sam?
Magic Sam Maghett graduated from a diddlybow to electric guitar. Pure country bluesman who travelled up the Mississippi to Chicago’s Cobra Records.
Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow and maybe we’ll discuss the many ways to secretly deflate footballs and turn them into a national crisis.
Jim Stafford‘s “My Girl Bill” popped into my head the other day for no good reason. I’d forgotten about it for decades, and kinda wished it had stayed that way. So where do we go from here? Maybe this.