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30 June 2005
I'm a feelin' Bluegrassy... I like these fellers in the link (OCMS). I like the Gourds. I'm in the mood for some more smart, funny countryish, rootsish music... can you help a brother out?
Or suggest somthing else I might like not in that vein (you'll just have to guess what i like). I owe jonmc several beers for putting me up on The Bellrays. Bonus points and a picture of something if I can get it from the itunes music store, I feel like paying for music today.
The Austin Lounge Lizards. They're great legit pickers, and they do a terrific cover of "Brain Damage/Eclipse." Some of the early bluegrass/country/string band stuff like Charlie Poole, Uncle Dave Macon is funny as hell at times, too.
Old Crow Medicine Show are excellent. Drink the corn liquor, let the cocaine be!
Alas, they and a couple of other bands/artists I'm almost sure you've heard of fill that niche in my record collection. So I'll be watching this page for great recommendations from other folks.
They're further afield from bluegrass or one of its subgenres but possibly of interest (for the occasional OCMS mixed w/garage rock moment): The Deadly Snakes - Ode to Joy
I actually know the OCMS (to you know say hi to, have a beer with) they are fucking great, great, awesome people, funny and sweet as fuck. Hit me with the ones in your collection that you think I've heard of anyway, I can be surprisingly ignorant, I mean for someone who was raised by illiterate countryass marmots anyway.
Good friends of mine, great bluegrass band here. Check them out.
Great radio station, mostly bluegrass on Saturdays, WNCW The Duhks, who are Canadian but really good anyway (I'm about to buy their new CD.) Acoustic Syndicate, alas no more but a lot of great stuff still around. Leftover Salmon Southern Culture on the Skids for all your smart funny rock n' roll needs.
Or just come to Asheville - Shindig starts this weekend.
Jim & Jesse did some great bluegrass covers of Chuck Berry and the like back in the day, and Flatt & Scruggs covered "Last Train To Clarksville," (which comes out surprisingly good and "Like A Rolling Stone."
The Pine Box Boys and The Rootabagas played with Vince Herman recently at the club I work at. Vince is pretty old hand (read, both crafted and crafty) at the Ozarky/bluegrass thing and the Rootabagas were mellow and solid. The Pine Box Boys, on the other hand, were rompin' stompin', downright mean and tears of laughter inducing fun. You don't want to be caught in a dark alley with these guys, but they tell tales that would make the devil blush and snicker while they tear the place down.
Thank you, thank you and thank you. Lovely people all. If you ever need bail money call someone else, but if you ever need an opportunity to need bail money call me.
Here is a picture of me topping it the knob rather excessivly.
old old 97's might fit the bill
maria mckee and lone justice
northern pikes
guadacanal diary
even squirrel nut zippers or the jody grind
the connells, cab calloway, screamin' jay hawkins
jack logan just for the song "Fuck Everything"
fishbone, link wray, boss hog, the jam?????
i dunno
the sun is out
i should be sleeping
theme from deliverance?
that's all you'll get outta me now, man
i know other people here can do the finger pointing
and for all i know you hide in your room wondering what happened to the hothouse flowers
Frisbee Girl
I just went to the pine box boys website, those dudes look amazingly gritty. I wish they were my cousins.
ethylene
The last time I hid in my room it was cause I got dusted and threw a sparkplug at the window of this van full of Chinese gangsters. It was about 14 years ago and I was thinking less of what happened to the hothouse flowers and more about when everything was going to stop being red and tilty and if anyone would come to my funeral and if that girl would cry when they played Danny Boy.
On research ethylene: no not a knot of self indulgent lunacy or a monkeys butt, rather I grew up next to chinatown in New York and was given to leaping before looking. regardless it's been grand.
don't worry, jake. it's all chinatown.
we're super green
big wink and a thumbs up
you should plant any new or particularly odd bluegrass here as you find it.
i know some people are out there who can point you in any direction you like.
I used to love seeing him with The Bad Boys play at the old Psychedeli near Washington DC when I was a pup. His label No Club Music, offers a few MP3's of Tex and also of Bob E. Rock, who I know I must have seen, but just can't recall.
Side(man) note: The Bad Boys of my day included a great crazoid guitarist named Ratso. He turns up again as an amigo (and maybe a sideman) known as "Washington Ratso" in the Kinky Friedman chronicles.
PCP is intensely monkey butt, for real. It's one of those dumb things that I did that I feel the urge to talk about from time to time so I can't edit it out of my personal narrative and pretend I wasn't once that free of sense.
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