A belated compilation...

A couple of months ago I wrote a bunch of nonsense about outlaw music. Around the same time I was listening to all the music I wrote about I put together a big compilation of music...of all the music I was listening to...that I wrote about. Here it is for anyone interested. There's a bunch of related stuff on the compilation I didn't write about, too. Plus two mystery songs! That didn't fit on the screenprint I did. 

You could cut the tension with a knife. (I was going to put a crazy picture on above the playlist for effect but then I wrote all this stuff and spoiled it, so I added one on the end.)

The Fresh Cup of Coffee Early Morning Mix! (Click on the title to hear the tunes)

Okay, so the photo isn't that crazy but it is pretty fantastic. 

I found it here on this interesting website, Lundahl's Coffee Shop. 

Sunday Morning Music...

Few things are more enjoyable than a Sunday morning listening session. I used to sit down with my turntable and a stack of vinyl. Then when my turntable was out of commission or in another province I sat down with my cd player and my cd collection. Nowadays my stereo is in another country along with 95% of my cd collection and my turntable and my vinyl and so I'm reduced to itunes and youtube and spotify and soundcloud and other music websites and file sharing programs. Oh this modern era we live in. This brave new world. This ridiculous energy sapping brave new world. Still, by hook or by crook Sunday morning music is still Sunday morning music.
       Now while it's technically no longer Sunday morning but Sunday afternoon, this song by the legendary bluesman Son House is the very personification of Sunday morning music. A staggering defiant blues number. Just that Son House voice and handclaps.
      This is the way it is in my world. Saturday mornings are for Bad Brains. High energy, unchecked aggression. Sundays are for the Blues. And feelin' good.