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My shit-box stereo and the case of the missing Bobby Keys sax solo

When I was in college I had to borrow a pot to piss in. Like most all college students, I didn't have a lot of money.  What money I did have went to the essentials: beer, parties, beer, music, beer and food (in that order). I didn't have many possessions either. Living in a fraternity house for three years teaches you a thing or two.  One of which is to protect the things you love most; if you don't, they will get chewed up and spit out in that madcap, 24/7, party carnival environment. 

Of my possessions, the one thing everybody knew not to touch, was my music collection. Back then it was much, much smaller than what it has become today (1,500 albums strong: Judd's Juke Joint). It was cassettes mostly (I graduated uni in '94); the majority of which were Rolling Stones albums. I also had a few dozen mixes that I had made over the years. I called this gang of mixes the Frankenstein Collection.  I had dug up lost causes and old faves and created some monster mixes that kept parties rollickin' until many a sun-up.

My room I lived in was small. The closet was almost as big as the room itself. In fact, I chose to stuff my single mattress in the closet and sleep in there. I did this for two reasons: one winter we didn't have any heat in the house, so we were forced to hunker down in our rooms with space heaters, and two, I wanted everyone to hunker in my room to party...so I need to clear space.

People liked hanging in my room because I never closed the bar and because I had the best tunes. I had a chest of drawers in my room; the top two of which held all of my tapes and what few CDs I had. My stereo was a complete and utter piece of shit. It was a set of scrapheap components consisting of a tuner, tape deck and a cd player.

The tuner had been through the ringer: beer spilled into it, fuses blown, dropped a half a dozen times and it had a big dent in the side for good measure. Near the end of its life, it only played music through the right speaker channel. Back then, the fact that the music was only coming through one channel didn't matter to me. I wasn't listening to the music as much as I was just hearing it. I never really thought about the different instruments being played...I just liked the song, the story and the attitude that came out of the speakers.

I remember the night the tuner blew out in the left channel.  We were having a few-hundred beers and listening to Sticky Fingers.  We were right in the middle of "Brown Sugar" when the left channel went dead. At first no one noticed it. When the song made its way to Bobby Keys sax solo...it wasn't there?!  I stopped the tape and rewound it.  Nope, it was gone. I knew I was drunk...but drunk enough to lose a Bobby Keys sax solo?

After I slapped and shook the tuner, I realised that the left channel went kaput. Short of administering drunken CPR to my stereo, there was nothing I could do to fix it...and I never did.

I didn't party because I didn't have the cash to replace the stereo and party because I had stumbled upon a whole new way to listen to the songs I thought I knew so well. When I lost Booby Key's wailing, cock-sure, sax strut I gained a pulsing, driving Keef Richards rhythm machine. It was always there all along, but I had never really listened to it. Without the sax, the rhythm was isolated and I realised that it was underpinning the song. It was the spine of the song and the sax was the flesh on the bone.

I started to re-listen to all of my music again...through only the right channel. There was so much there that I had missed! 
My listening habits were forever changed. There was no turning back...my ears had been opened and tuned to listen to the layers of the songs. The song may be the sum of the parts, but the individual parts have their own stories to tell, too.

Which leads me to one of the most unheralded music documentary series ever: "Classic Albums". Have you seen any of the documentaries in this series?  If so, you are nodding your head and smiling. If not, here is what it is all about:

Musicians, producers, music biz'ers and the like talk about a particular album. They discuss how they made the album or how they were affected by it. The music, and its production, is dissected by the musicians and/or producers. They sit at the mixing console and play the multitrack recordings and spotlight the individual instrumental and vocal tracks. The insights they give into how the songs and the sounds were made is captivating.

I love this series for the storytelling. There are so many stories that exist within songs; stories about the instruments; stories about the musicians; stories about the studio; stories about the culture; stories about the stories. I am completely transfixed when the producer and musician are sitting at the console and isolating a particular piano part or back-up vocal and talking about how/why it was created. You really start to get a feel for what it was like to be in the studio.

My fave episode focuses on The Band's, "The Band" album. If you have followed along on this blog you know that Levon Helm is one of my heroes and I have said that if there was one band I could have been in, it would be the The Band...and this album is one of my top five faves of all time. This episode is all killer, no filler. Front and centre are Levon, Robbie and Rick as well as the producer John Simon.  

The beauty of The Band's music was the juxtaposition of song-simplicity with a rich cache of a multifarious, layered instrumental supporting tracks. This particular album is steeped in integrity. When you watch this episode, nothing expresses this more than watching Levon tell his stories. 

As John Simons says in this episode, "Levon sings in his own voice".  So true. Levon does not sing in a southern accent, rather he is his southern accent. This integrity, this realness is so very evident in the songs on this album. One of my fave scenes in the episode is when Levon and Simons are sitting at the console picking "Rag Mama Rag" apart.

Look how much fun Levon is having!  You hear a lot of artists say,"oh, I never listen to any of my records".  Not Levon. The songs are his life, his memories and he doesn't leave them on a shelf collecting dust. How could you not want to be hanging with Levon in the studio...

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At seven minutes into this next clip, Levon and Simons start to pick "Rocking Chair" apart. They are talking about the vocal harmonies, specifically the sweet sound of Richard Manuel's voice. It is fascinating to watch Levon relive the recording. I want to pop a couple beers and put my cuban heeled boots up on the console and kick back my chair...

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The next vid clip finishes up that segment. At one point (0:18 into it), Simons says, "I love this part".  Levon quickly follows with a, "me too". How many times have you, I, been sitting with friends talking about a song just like this: "I love this part...listent to that piano...that guitar fill just kills me...".  

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(I love the comment from Levon on "that Chinese ending")

You really should watch the entire episode on "The Band" album. Click through the vids I have here and you can watch it all...it is broken up into five parts. There are other bow-down episodes I like, too: I like the one on The Dead's, "American Beauty" (watch Bob Wier cringe when he hears his isolated vocal on Sugar Magnolia), The Who's "Who's Next", Lou Reed's "Transformer" and John Lennon's "Plastic Ono Band".  

Check out the Classic Album YouTube Channel
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When I first saw this series I thought back to my shit-box college stereo.  Essentially it was the same type of sound discovery and isolation of the bits and parts; the Classic Album series took it to another place entirely. 

The music industry critics talk about how the model for selling and distributing the music/content is changing...whether the big labels like it or not: the death of the album...subscription models...streaming services, etc.

What I want is a way to get more involved with the music.  I do that with vinyl because I actively need to make time to listen to an album front to back as well as to physically be involved in flipping the album over to side two. When I listen to my music in bits and bytes, I would like more access to it to pick it apart and play with it...I want to explore the songs the way they do on the Classic Album series. 

Why can't I buy a digital version of "The Band" on iTunes that gets played only through my Mac software, "Garage Band".  Here I can use the "mixing board" to isolate instruments or vocals...pull the song apart and listen to the guts of it. THAT would be cool. THAT would be something I would get lost in for hours. THAT would be something I would pay a few extra dollars for. If Classic Albums sold this as a special edition for each episode, I'd be first in line. 

Until then, I will do what I do with every new album by a fave artist that I get. I play it for one month as intended....through both the left and right channels. Then for one week I play it through the left channel and follow that with a week's worth of the right channel only. After that, I'm back to the right and left combo. 

Some people dream of playing on classic albums...I dream of producing them.

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Levon Helm Rings True: "Electric Dirt" gets a Grammy Nod for "Best Americana Album"

Nothing rings more true than Levon Helm's vocals.  Levon is not only a symbol of the lore of American music, he's lived it from the inside out. The struggle; the fortune; the fame; the riches; the spoils; the tragedy; the drama; the ruts; the ruin; the sickness; the rebirth; the legend; the legacy. 

This ain't your father's archetype.

Levon Helm rings true: Good Ol' Boy True. Hero True. Word is Bond True.


Congrats on the Grammy nod for "Electric Dirt".  This is easily in my Top 5 for 2009.  This album is has wisdom like rings on tree, it wears dusty boots and can swing like New Orleans rag.

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In Levon's November email newsletter, they listed out his top five fave dongs of all times. There should be no surprises here:

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The (record) Needle and the Damage Done: Neil Young's Vinyl Reissues have ruined my ears (for good)

"The sound.THE SOUND! The sound on this new Neil Young vinyl box set feels like someone dumped oxygen all over these songs. Now I understand".

That was my tweet 20 minutes into listening to the new Neil Young vinyl reissue box set. The sound on off this vinyl was completely overwhelming. There was depth in "Words" I never experienced before. I almost wrote "heard" intend of "experience", but that just would not do.

                 
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I played each one in its entirety front to back using my Sennheisser headphones. Those headphones plus this 180 gram super vinyl was a surreal experience. I don't think I could have enjoyed it more if I listened to it through my third friggin' eye...If I had one.

 

You are going to think I sound like a complete punter, but that first run through of these albums was like an ear-rebirth. The sound was so up in my head that it felt like Neil was in my face and was singing through it. 

 

The depth in the music felt like aural topography. "Words" was another experience altogether. I have listened to that a couple dozen times since last Thursday. It is INTENSE. Has anyone else heard this out there?  Am I wrong?  Tell me otherwise.

 

Whew. I wish I could share it via this blog, but shit video won't do. In fact, nothing is good enough. I am spoiled rotten now. 

 

Neil Young put out 17+ albums (including these reissues on vinyl) this year and I bought EVERYTHING. I even bought the BluRay Archives. I think this tops it for pure, I feel like I am falling through space and time, maybe I just died, someone pour me another drink, king-of-all sound listening experiences.

 

Thank you Neil's sound team.  Thank you Neil's Muses. Thanks, Ol' Neil. These grooves rip.

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Here are some vids I pulled off of Thrasher's Wheat.  The first is an actual pressing of the records and a second is a walk through of the packaging of the Neil V-Box Set (I'm #1,186/3,000)

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It's wasn't quite Memphis Soul Stew, but it sure tasted daaamn good...

The day they figure out how we can embed smell and taste on blogs and websites is the day porn officially takes over the interweb. Can you image the sickness...the rank, funk-plague that will take hold?!  Prepubescents, geezers and creeps will be dry-humping, licking and snorting their monitors and mobile phones until the police come in to haul them away.

Main offenders will have their parts lopped off right there and then. Tongues and noses will litter the streets and clog our gutters; I will be on Main Street in my lawn chair waiting for the filth parade to begin. Join me?

Until then, have a gander at the meal I whipped up for me and Mrs. 6149 tonight. I know what you are thinking...this is where that smell/taste webability would come in very handy. Yes in-deed-y. I have the good fortune of smelling and tasting this crock pot concoction. Sure, its not free porn, but at least you don't have to look over your shoulder when you eat it. 

This was my second go at the slow-cooker. The first time I let it cook too long and the meat was tougher than a wet saddle. This time I planned for a long cooking time with big hunks of stuff and meat and other stuff. What you see here is a huge piece of Lamb ( a Lamb Joint) smothered in sweet potatoes, green onions, garlic cloves, carrots, big fat mushrooms, various spices and an entire bottle of merlot. 

I put this in the crocker this morning at 6:28am, set it to "medium" heat and left it there all day until I got home from work at 7:20pm. Thirteen hours of slow-cooking later and what you see here is what we ate then. It was cooked perfectly (a bit of luck on that one). If you could smell and taste this picture, you would be looking for a second helping.

The two of us almost finished the whole thing. Next time I am going stick a small bird in there and crock it good.

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Another dish I always get a second and third and fourth helping of is Memphis Soul Stew.  The stew is prepared best by a chef thats part cool cat with soulful sax-man: King Curtis.  Memphis Soul Stew is made with only the finest of ingredients:

  • 1/2 teacup of bass
  • 1 lb fat-back drums
  • 4 tbs of boiling Memphis geetars
  • Pinch of organ
  • 1/2 pt of horns

Bring those ingredients to a boil and then beat...well.

Here try some for yourself. It comes in two flavours: audio and video. 

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From Blogs to Brussels, music is the great communicator (Albert King ain't too shabby either...)

I don't know how to speak French, but I sure know how to speak Albert King.  

I just returned from a weekend in Brussels where French is the primary language. I took French I and II in high school; I was horrible in both. Ironically my pitiful performance in these two classes resulted in the first set of double-"D's" I ever got my hands on in high school.

I can croak out a few random phrases: "shut the door", "what time is it", "I am cold/warm"; none of which are worth much without context. Such is the traveller's life. When you are not fluent in the local tongue you have to get by on common human connectors: laughter, winks, nods, smiles and, as I experienced this weekend, music.

Our train pulled into Brussels late Friday night. We were there to see the famous xmas markets and had a long day of roaming and wandering planned for Saturday.  Before we called Friday done and dusted, we popped into a nearby pub to wash down some eats with a few delicious Belgian brews. 

The next morning my wife was cracking the early morning whip and was hot to get started on our market tour. Before we cut a path, we stopped for coffee. Seated across from me, she put down her latte, smiled her "I'm on to you" smile and asked me, "so...did you find one"?

She knows me oh so well.

Before every trip we take, I always search out the local independent record shop/collectors. It is not always that I find "one", but I did in Brussels; fortunately it was right in the centre of town. It is also a thrill to flip through European record bins in hopes of finding some old time used to be. 

We walked the markets all day, tasted the local foods and drank much "chaud rouge" (hot red wine).  Once we had our fill of the markets, my wife wanted to rest weary bones in a local cafe. Perfect.  This was my window to self-indulge with a trip to the record shop. I wasn't exactly sure where it was, but I was hell-bent on finding it. 

As I was scurrying through the streets, I heard the sound of a lone guitar man playing and singing for the passers by. There were lots of street performers out that day, but only one was playing music to my ears: Creedence Clearwater Revival. I swore I heard some one playing CCR; not just your standard CCR ditty, but a relatively obscure CCR song: "Cotton Fields". I love this song. It was built for the foot-stomp and sing-a-longs and I partake in each every time I hear it. 

I followed the sound until I saw who was playing it. There he was sitting on a crate, a Pete Seeger look-a-like strumming on his amplified acoustic. "Cotton Fields"!?! Of all the songs in the CCR catalog, why the hell was he playing "Cotton Fields" and doing so in the middle of Brussels?  Questioning it would only ruin the sweet surprise of it all. Instead I threw him a handful of Euros and did what comes natural: tapped my foot and sang along. My guess was that I was the only person who knew that tune within earshot...and I loved that.

Here is a quick clip of him finishing the song...with a bit of help on vox from yours truly:

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As soon as he was done, I made haste for the shop. After a few more lefts and rights, I was there: "The Collector Record Gallery".  The sign was a dead giveaway that I had arrived, but I knew that before I saw it. As I made my way up the street I could hear the loud, searing sting of Albert King's Flying V. 

The front window was full of vinyl, DVDs, books and CDs. Store front windows display their top wares in order to get people to come in to see what else is inside. This was a damn fine store front window. Inside there were a dozen or more serious vinyl flippers like myself. From what I could tell I was the only English speaking music freak in the shop. 

           
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Myself and five other guys were leaning on the counter positioned around the turntable.  None of us said a word, but we were speaking the same language: Albert King. Albert King was our translator. A few of us were rocking back and forth to his blues and everyone was smiling and nodding at one another.  This is why music is so damn cool. You don't have to understand the lyrics, you don't have to know what the hell the song is about...shit, you don't even have to know who is singing it. Ain't nothing to do but sit back and let the man play...

We all had a few blues albums under our arms ready to buy. I motioned to one of the guys to see what he has holding. He handed his stack over to me. This guy had taste: live Magic Sam, Fred McDowell and a Mike Bloomfeld bootleg. I smiled and shook my head in a approval and pretended to take them for my own! He reached out for them and shot me a "oh, no you don't" look and then chuckled. The other guys joined in for laugh, too. 

I paid for my selections, shook a few hands and then left the shop. 

I am continually amazed at the role music has had in my making friends and acquaintances all over the globe.  Whether it is through this blog or random record shops in Brussels, music has been my great communicator.

Hail, hail rock and roll...

 

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Two full moons and four black circles in one month. Coincidence? Nope, just Ol' Neil Young up to tricks...

Mother Earth kicked off this December with two full moons: December 1st and 2nd.  For more than half a century, whenever two full Moons appeared in a single month (which happens on average every 2 1/2 to 3 years), the second has been christened a "Blue Moon." (source: Farmer's Almanac).

An unusual event is often described as happening, "Once in a Blue Moon." With this in mind, I knew something might be up...

Today I got an email telling me that my "limited edition" box set of four Neil vinyl rereleases had been shipped and is on the way.

I knew it! Mother Earth and Ol' Neil are in cahoots! 

Have a look at what's in the mail and on the way to my anxious ears. Only 3,000 are being produced...may still be time if you want one. As Neil says, "...in the fields of opportunity, its plowin' time again."

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Here are a few of Neil's ditties where he's talkin' "green cheese":

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The night I witnessed Willie Nelson make a room full of grown women breakdown and cry

It was somewhere close to 11:30pm, we had been drinking all day and my apartment was full of chicks. Well, let me qualify that for you: the chicks  were actually my wife and her four best girl friends. We did in fact drink all day, out on a boat on Sydney harbour....and in a string of bars...and, finally, back in our apartment. 

As was the case, and as I am want to do in situations like that one, turned to the stereo.

Usually when I kick-off a late night song splurge, I pour myself a tall glass of Wild Turkey with plenty of ice. The occasion in question though called for something with a little more moxie: The Grievous Angel.  

What is the Grievous Angel?  It has only two ingredients: Mango Gatorade and Jose Cuervo (your mouth is watering, isn't it?). I only break out this particular libation for creating late night stereo vibrations. It's origins date back to living in Florida, playing my tunes at top volume, hankering for a mood alteration and only having only the two aforementioned ingredients on hand.  

Like they say, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with..."

With drink in hand, I started to pull songs from my vast collection in hopes of turing the girls on to new stuff.  Once they were knee deep in a serendipitous sound sampling, I decided to throw 'em a (country) curve: Willie Nelson. 

"Willie Nelson?!", they yelled out in unison. "Please don't play Willie Nelson. If you are going to play country, at least put on some Brad Paisley or Keith Urban".

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After they picked me up from the floor and wiped away the blood that tricked from my ears, I attempted to teach them a lesson about country music. 

"Country music," I told them, "comes in four flavours: Willie, Johnny, Waylon and Merle. There is no room in country music for candy-assed cowboys, "guyliner" or GAP ad posers. Just because you sing about your truck, heartache and BBQs doesn't mean you are fucking country singer".

They laughed at me: "What do we want with that craggy ol' country fossil anyhow?" 

Surely the drink had gotten to them. They were delirious, crazed from the heat, strung out on hubris...but, they persisted.

"What makes you think Willie Nelson is going to be able to sing anything that'll make us swoon over him? He looks like his horse has been riding him for all these years. He was lucky Julio Iglesias let him sing with him". 

Things were getting out of control and really staring to amuse themselves. I had to put a stop to it and there was only one thing left to do...take a deep swig of the Grievous Angel, give the gals a steely look and pull out the big gun: "Song for You"

Do you know this song?  It was written by Leon Russell in 1970. Aside from Willie's version, it was most famously covered by Donnie Hathaway (another personal fave performer of mine). Here is a wikipedia link for the song if you want to see who else covered it (please, I BEG of you, forget the fact that Michael Buble covered this song...in fact, forget that Michael Buble ever existed).

"Song for You" is a flat out heartache no matter who sings it (aside from "you know who"..."MB"). I love the Willie version best.  If you didn't know it before, after listening to his vocal, you know that that his voice is one of the true treasures of American music. It is not just country, it is Country; USA...pilgrims; pioneers; patriots.

For my my money it is one of the best straight vocal performance ever put on record. It is such a clean vocal. It has depth and sincerity and feels like an apology, a love letter and a pleading, yearning request for forgiveness and appreciation.  Seriously...I am not overstating this. Really...

The girls decided to give me and Willie one shot to win them over. I played "Song for You" for them. I quieted the room, turned the lights down a bit, moderated the volume to give the vocal the right effect, and I hit play....

Have you ever had a good cry?  The ones that make everything right and cause you to laugh out loud? You're not really sure why you are crying, but you feel the need to just emote. Yes? No? Well, this is what the room felt like at the end of that song. The girls that had never heard it (my wife excluded) sat quietly until sniffles and tears gave way to smiles and call-outs to "play it again...in fact, don't stop playing it".

I knew it would work.  We played the song over and over again until one by one they started to nod off. I had tried to play other Willie tunes, but it was too late...they had been sweetly seduced by the Redheaded Stranger. 

They swooned for Willie.
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You should have a listen to the other two versions I recommend: the original version by Leon Russell (again, he wrote the song) and the incredible, soul-drenched version by Donny Hathaway:

Also, you MUST watch this video of Leon, Willie and Ray Charles do this song on one of Willie's primetime TV "Willie & Friends" specials. Ray was in bad health and there was question if he could make the show. He ended up not only making the show, but stealing it with his performance here.  

Watch Willie get lost in Ray's presence as he tries to hold back his own tears. Shit, I just stopped writing to watch it again...son of a bitch choked me right up. Whew. Powerful.

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Post Script: 

When these girls flew from the States to visit us in Sydney in 2008, they all stayed at our apartment. Four women visitors, a wife, two dogs and me in one apartment. Can you imagine the shit-fight I would have had trying to get into the ONE bathroom?  

I was a bit scared about this..until my wife approached me with one of the best ideas she has EVER come up with. She said, "Would you mind if I just rented you a small hotel room in the city while the girls are here?"  

Reason #108 why I love my wife.  

Ah the bachelors life...just like riding a bike. I felt like I was in my Boston apartment again: no TV, only beer and water in the fridge and music playing 24-7 (minus all the other stuff...because playing bachelor is much different that actually being one).

Here are some snaps of my (temporary) home-sweet-home.

     
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Poking an Old Dog with a New Stick: John Lee Hooker and the Canned Heat

I have never been a big fan of the Canned Heat. For whatever reason, they just didn't do it for me. I especially didn't like the way (I felt) they glommed on to John Lee Hooker and aped his boogie. All that changed recently. 

With the August Woodstock anniversary hype, I re-watched the director's cut version of the Movie. The Canned Heat were front and center. I almost skipped over their set, but I decided to give it a go. I'm glad I did. Bob (The Bear) Hite (vocals) was leading the Heat through a serious Boogie run. In the middle of their set, some guy jumped up on stage...as you do at a massive, middle-finger salute to "the man", outdoor festival. 

The Bear took it in stride and let the young kid do his thing...which was to smile at the crowd and bum a cigarette off the Bear in the middle of the performance. Well, before he did that, the young kid pretty much assaulted the Bear with a hug and high-five. The Bear played it cool and even gave a roadie the brush off when he came to pull the kid from the stage. At this point the kids sees The Bear is holding a hard pack of Marlbroughs in his shirt pocket. The kid reaches in, takes a smoke from the pack and casually stands off the the side and fires it up. 

I don't think I have ever seen such empathy on stage before from a musician. The Bear just let the moment unfold rather than try to stick a fork in it. Well, either that or he was worried the the kid had gobbled handfuls of brown acid and wanted to placate him with a little kindness. Here is the footage:

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Ok, I thought, maybe I need to give these guys another chance. So I did; I went and bought Hooker n' Heat. 

I am a John Lee Hooker freak. The Hook was a true eccentric. His Boogie was not defined by content and had no specific form. Go listen to a Hooker tune. There is no true beginning or end...just the middle. It is unconventional and void of structure...lyrical or otherwise. Like Bo Diddley's beat, when you hear John Lee's Boogie, you know it is his. 

This is problem I had with The Canned Heat. Everybody has and will cop John Lee's Boogie.  I had always thought the Canned Heat were taking advantage of Hooker. What I didn't know was that they fucking idolized him. 

"Hooker n' Heat": What a Killer set. I listened the whole way through. The glue that made this stick for me was the banter in between songs. John Lee is having a fucking ball. He's joking around, talking about ways he wants to cut tracks, songs he wants to take on and admiring the work of the band, specifically Al Wilson's harmonica playing. 

There is one song on this album that I couldn't stop listening to...all 11:33 seconds of it. If you check my play count in my itunes it reads "15". That's a lot of boogie and it is damn good. The song is a sprawling, bouncing, swaggered take on John Lee's Boogie Chillen.  In fact its called "Boogie Chillen No.2". 

Al Wilsons's harp kicks it off and the familiar groove of The Hook's Boogie starts to ramble. At 2:49 John Lee hollers out, " I feel GOOD...like I thought I would". This is nothing more than a reaction to the music. It is not canned (seriously, no pun intended).  It is JLH being lifted up by the White Cats who know his shit back to front. 

At 3:03, he makes a random, inspired comment about the harmonica.  He is so fucking down with Al Wilson that he calls him out and tells us, the listener, that he "knows we dig it". Seal of approval from The Hook. 

For the next eight minutes The Heat drive the Boogie while John Lee tells his autobiography. This tune cooks and smokes and leaves me exhausted every time I listen. 

If you need need prodding on the Canned Heat, give this one a listen. You'll be up and across the floor before you know it.

Read about The Canned Heat on Wikipedia HERE.

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