Gustav

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NRBQ

here's a band whose name I've heard forever but never checked out





now that's some kick ass rock n roll right there



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Felice Brothers (again)

these guys are so good

and relatively unknown...for now



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...back to civilization

Ray Price and Willie


whenever we hang out in the woods there's always lotsa good ol country music
playin' or bein sung

this year we worked out JohnnyCash's Delia with the Chief croooonin'



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off to the woods...

for a few days of pickin' and grinnin' and chess playin'...

look for a new video on Wednesday.

here's some Charlie Daniels to hold ya'll over




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Jeff Buckley

1995



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Babatunde Olatunji

.

sound

listen

saw these guys outdoors in 2001
and
I thought I was wearing headphones



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Lie To Me

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City Of Tiny Lights

FZ
featuring Adrian Belew
and
Terry Bozio

1979



.

The Paladins

1986



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Nina Simone

The Bitter End, NYC
1968



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Conor Oberst

performed on the day he wrote the song

video is a little rough but the message comes through loud & clear



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King Khan & BBQ Show

raw rock n roll

dig it



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It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

Bob is playing in the NY area this week

Here's a classic

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only



.

The Grafitti Band

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Skokiaan

Kermit Ruffins
Irvin Mayfield
Troy Andrews

Skokiaan



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Issac Hayes RIP

not his best song but undoubtedly his funniest

Top 40 Singles

1969: "Walk on By" (US #30)
1969: "By the Time I Get to Phoenix" (US #37)
1971: "Theme from Shaft" (US #1)
1971: "Never Can Say Goodbye" (US #22)
1972: "Do Your Thing" (US #30)
1973: "Joy" (US #30)
1980: "Don't Let Go" (US #18)
1999: (as Chef) "Chocolate Salty Balls" (UK #1)

Songwriting Hilights

1965: "Candy" by The Astors
1965: "You Don't Know Like I Know" by Sam & Dave
1966: "Let Me Be Good to You" by Carla Thomas
1966: "B-A-B-Y" by Carla Thomas
1966: "Your Good Thing (Is About to End)" by Mabel John
1966: "Hold On, I'm Comin'" by Sam & Dave
1967: "When Something is Wrong with My Baby" by Sam & Dave
1967: "Soul Man" by Sam & Dave
1968: "I Thank You" by Sam & Dave
1969: "So I Can Love You" by The Emotions (production only)
1969: "The Sweeter He Is" by The Soul Children
1969: "Soul Sister Brown Sugar" by Sam & Dave



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Holy F*ck

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Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers

On The Ginza
London 1965

Art Blakey drums
John Gilmour tenor sax
Lee Morgan trumpet
John Hicks piano
Victor Sproles bass


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Loretta Lynn

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JB

the godfather of grooooove
1967


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Buddys

1969


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...whatchu say?

for Maya


.

Chris Smither

now thats some sweeeeet pickin'


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Explosions In The Sky

wow

caught these guys online at Lollapalooza yesterday

just amazing


.

1982

I saw this on tv when I was 13
and
thought
it
was the
coolest thing I ever
did see
done seen
saw


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