
[More cool octo photos and a video here.]

Spanish guitarist Diego Garcia, aka El Twanguero, plays his original composition Minor Rag / Spanish Rag. Stay with this one; it starts out slow then jumps to amazing.
Austria’s Hot Club du Nax features talent from Innsbruck, Prague, London and Bologna, and do a damn fine job playing 1930s gypsy swing.
John Prine had the perfect voice for his style of songwriting and was “among the English language’s premier phrase-turners with music relevant to any age.”
Grandpa Eliott Small & his PFC Band pulled off a great version of Buster Brown‘s Fannie Mae (complete with some whoopin’ and eefin’). A New Orleans street performer, Small once said he doesn’t know what beer tastes like, he’s never touched drugs and the only thing he smokes is the exhaust from the cars that pass Royal and Toulouse.
As I was looking for some music videos for this post, I began searching my memory for loud, angry, pissed-off frustration songs to reflect the recent abhorrent events that have fallen upon our Republic, knowing that things are about to get worse.
Then I decided that I didn’t want to go there. Venting is wasted energy, at least for me, so I wandered off in a different direction. Hope you like it.
Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll be back tomorrow.

[Found here.]

[There’s a video of the action here.]
“Warriors” by Too Many Zooz, shot somewhere under NYC, is oddly interesting. Some call it street music, but the band calls it “brass house.” Kinda rough on my ears, but I get it.
Tight sound with a nice groove. The Delvon Lamarr Organ Trio (aka DLO3) covers Curtis Mayfield‘s 1970 soul classic Move On Up.
Delvon Lamarr – Hammond B3 organ
Jabrille “Jimmy James” Williams – guitar
– drums
“When I’m pushing up daisies, don’t forget. You’re still my, Buddy”
Two greats, Buddy Guy and (the late) B.B. King. No more needs to be said.
Have a great weekend, search for the truth, ignore the liars, and be back tomorrow for Funday.

With a gentle “Ga Ga Ga”, they make their way from house to house, checking that homes have had the appropriate upkeep, whether the floor has been properly swept and every corner has been dusted. Heaven forbid you don’t clean your house correctly – the ancient version of the legend says that, if that’s the case, the Schnabelperchten will slice open your stomach with a long pair of shears and empty all of the rubbish inside!
Let it be said, however, that the Schnabelperchten are generally welcome guests – especially since they bring happiness and blessings for the coming year.

Schnabelperchten (more than one beaked Perchta) roam around the Alpine region of Austria in midwinter, appearing on or before the eve of the Twelfth Night, the last of the “Twelve Days” of Christmas, the “Haunted Season.”
[h/t Mme. Jujujive. Top image and caption found here. More Perchta lore here and here.]
Update: Just spotted this, and I wasn’t even looking for it.