Have a happy 4th, and if you do the splody things, may you have the same number of fingers tomorrow – your hair will grow back, but they won’t. For those in the BBQ and beer crowd, here are some random tunes from the archives in no particular order.
[Caveat: I don’t own the copyrights to any of the recordings. They are presented here for entertainment purposes only.]
The Rose of Washington Square,The Frankie Carle Quartet (1947) Frankie Carle was nicknamed “The Wizard of the Keyboard” for his piano skills. Sunrise Serenade was Carle’s best-known composition, rising to No. 1 in the US in 1938 and selling more than one million copies.
The Errol Linton Band plays a cool ska to reggae blues mashup, described as “funky stuff, blues with a reggae tinge and jazz flavours, Black British music with roots in Mississippi and New Orleans, Kingston and London.“
Self-taught guitarist from the UK, Aynsley Lister learned by copying the sounds of Peter Green, Albert King, Eric Clapton and Paul Kossoff. (I hear some Robyn Trower in there too).
Gary Clark Jr.‘s influences and collaborations range from B.B. King, The Jackson 5 and Muddy Waters to Alicia Keys, Dave Grohl and Childish Gambino, and there are good reasons why he’s a four-time Grammy winner.
Only three days until The Great Election, and I expect fireworks regardless of the outcome – and not the good kind either…
In any case, the porch will be open for business as usual. See you there.
The Okra Smugglers, Henryk Fantazos, date unknown.
Cherry, Oh Baby, The Rolling Stones (1976) For reasons unknown, the Stones covered Eric Donaldson‘s 1971 hit on their studio album Black and Blue. Guitarist Mick Taylor had quit the band in 1974 and they were auditioning for replacements.
Had some good karma come visit in the past week: doc called and said there’s nothing important to discuss, Gord sent me some cool prints, and my workload has expanded. Then it balanced itself somewhat: a computer crash did some minor damage, and snakes ate my catalytic converter at 3am yesterday. Life happens.
Have a great weekend, and we’ll be back twitchin’ & bitchin’ tomorrow.
Very few people could play Chuck Berry and out-do him on one of his own songs, but the late Peter Tosh pulled it off. Anyone ever hear Berry play reggae? Tosh is probably the reason.
Have a great holiday weekend, folks, and remember what it’s all about. More coming up tomorrow.
The Spotnicks’ “The Rocket Man” (1962). Pre-Devo awesome [via].
The Specials‘ “Ghost Town.” Too much fighting on the dance floor.
Ms. Wireways (?) a Jamaican radio DJ in Southern California in the ’80s, said this was the best reggae song ever. Bad Manners’ “Sampson & Delilah” fits the bill, even though the vid sucks donkeys. Close your eyes and listen instead – it is a pretty song.
Buddy Guy is one of the last original bluesmen. Here he is, backed up by G.E. Smith who is no slouch either.
That’s it for this edition. Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll see you back here tomorrow.