It's like I always say, the one thing I like better than listening to music (and I like that a lot) is to share it.  It is very, very easy to share music today.  You can drop a USB stick into a friend's hand...loaded to the last megabyte with all kinds of tunes.  You can download songs from a bit torrent or a sharing site.  You can rip a friend's CD to your hard drive. Hey, a novel idea...you could buy it.  Whatever. 

Music is available everywhere and you can get it at will.  Personally, I chose to buy 99% of my stuff.  The number one reason is because I buy 99% of my music from my friends at my beloved local record shop (they need all the support they can get). That being said, I love sharing music.  I love to turn people on to stuff they never knew existed.  But...I don't just drop it in their laps.  No, I work up a playlist that summons songs that resemble birds of a feather, corral disparate strangers and call up old-time-used-to-bees. 

Case in point, for you the loyal reader and music-head, I have created a playlist that will make your big toe shoot up in your boot.  This...is a front burner playlist.  A stone-cold ass-kicker capable of leaping tall buildings in a single bound and making a dead man...well, you know the rest. I can't actually give the music through this medium, but I can give you the means. See the pic and chose your own adventure...
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I spent a bit of time on this one. I wanted to make sure I covered a lot of ground. I threw in healthy doses of blues, shit-hot soul, Cosmic American Music and some true-grit-dirt-road riffs. This is a gare-un-teed party starter. The first few songs take off like Usain Bolt and don't let up until the Woofa-Goofa stops wailing about how he does it. The Dylan tune is the true-grit stuff I was talking about; this song wears dusty boots. The Petty tune starts out with the Stones riff Mike Campbell had been trying to play since he picked up a geetar. Next we moving on down the county line with a few country-ish ditties. Waylong Jennigs...he didn't become a legend by following the rules.

Was Not Was...remember them from the '80s with "Everybody Walk the Dinosaur"?  That song is a pussy compared to "Crazy Water".  I dare you not to tap a toe or do the chicken wing during this song. Double-Dare you.  Here she comes...Candi Staton.  The boys down at the record shop turned me on to her.  She is dripping with sex and soul when she sings.  When she's done...and you've cooled your head off by sticking it in the frigidare...we are going back down a back road on the way to a roadside gin joint where all of your friends will be waiting for you.  They'll be sippin' from the still while back-slappin' to Dave Gleason and his funky little string quartet.

Need a curve ball?  Here it comes and it has some english on it. A Van Morrison / Lou Reed double-bill that cleans windows that look out onto dirty boulevards.

Whew.  If you can still see straight...pour another drink and hit repeat.
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Like I said...I love sharing music.  If anyone wants to have this blarring out of your speakers, give me your address and the mix will be in the mail. (Yes, we ship internationally)

Here...try one on for size.

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08 Crazy Water.m4p (4820 KB)