Originally recorded with Adams’ band, Whiskeytown and released on Strangers Almanac. I can always count on this song along with DBT’s Outfit to pop-up on my Rdio station. Really looking forward to Adams’ upcoming release.
From the Music Archives
I dont’ know nothing about southern belles but I can tell you something about southern hell… Gritty southern blues at it’s finest.
“I had to write things that scared the shit out of me… I won’t take something out because it scare’s me to put it in, I think that’s bullshit, that’s lying to people… You build an audience that way that’s very similar.” “Exactly. If you’re honest and you’re vulnerable then like-minded people find you.” Jason… Read more »
John Denver’s full of shit, Townes was the original mountain gangster. Born this day in 1944.
The 37 second mark of this track is surely what heaven sounds like… and again at 1:48. From the I Heard the Angels Singing Electrifying Black Gospel collection. Listen below.
King of cool and culture icon Lou Reed passed away this last weekend. Reed, who was 71, reportedly succumbed to liver disease after foregoing a liver transplant earlier in the summer. Pale Blue Eyes, which can be heard below, is one of my all time favorites. Lou will forever linger on through the sounds of… Read more »
The man is totally committed to the muse of music and he’ll do anything for good musing. And sometimes it’s very strange, I was at Neil’s ranch one day, just south of San Francisco, and he has a beautiful lake, red wing blackbirds, and he asked me if I wanted to hear his new album,… Read more »
– Freddie Scott with He Don’t Love You Before you leave today, press play, sit back, and think about how you’re going to absolutely crush this weekend. Then go buy my new shirt.
Pour a little out for the Possum this weekend.
Doo wop, the most sensual music ever made, the sound of raw sex, of silk stockings rustling on backseat upholstery, the sound of the snaps of bras popping across the USA, of wonderful lies being whispered into Tabu–perfumed ears, the sound of smeared lipstick, untucked shirts, running mascara, tears on your pillow, secrets whispered in… Read more »