I'm gunna give this bad boy another go.

I'll try to maintain this as a solid stop, a place to run to for all that is fab and marvy, as I don't mind updating every few days so the same three or four (four, please? Please get up to four ...) people can have a listen to what's on my mind. Because I'm not in Chicago anymore, my ability to toss mix CDs at anyone with a boombox has been severely curtailed, and I need some lotion for this rash. Lanolin, bitches.

Because I'm not ready to spend money on a hosting service, the mp3s will be held by RapidShare, which is as annoying and bulky as it is unreliable. As such, it's all I have right now, and your patience will be rewarded with sweet, sweet licks. You'll have to click the link, wait your allotted time, and enjoy a speedy 30 KB/Sec download. Dig.

Jim Capaldi died over the weekend. He was the drummer and principal harmony vocalist for a band called Traffic. Because Traffic's music didn't translate well to beer commercials, and because they probably turned off an entire sub-generation (the younger brothers and sisters of the boomers, the ones who made legends out of Frampton and Foghat) with a perceived jazz (shock horror!) pretense -- they've been more or less relegated to also-ran status among the FM acts of the day.

Which is a shame, of course, the band was brilliant and their albums hold up as well as any of their contemporaries. Essentially an Anglo version of the Band, Traffic got their shit together in England's north country, and proceeded to kick out out a funky amalgram of their myriad influences.

(Yes, that was the proper usage of the word 'myriad.' This is what finally having copy editors does for you)

I'm throwing out one of Traffic's more-accessible hits, "Medicated Goo," with a funky album track off their last great album -- both go by the name "Shootout At the Fantasy Factory."


Green velour shirt, red pants -- obviously the lead singer. Jim's got the red socks.

Buy "Welcome to the Canteen"
Buy "Shootout At the Fantasy Factory"

Drew wanted to know which BB King album to buy, and the answer is invariably "Live at Cook County Jail," which includes a tight reading of "Everyday I Have the Blues."



Her Royal Funktress

Atlanta's own Sharon Jones and her Dap-Kings know a thing or two about making sounds the way said sounds were supposed to be made. Their cover of "What Have You Done For Me Lately" is spot-fucking-on.

Until next November ...

- posted by kellydwyer @ 3:09 AM