I tried to find some sort of theme for these covers in this post... a clever association to bring them all together, but I got nothing. They are all pretty awesome, so enjoy them, live french fries covered in cheese and gravy! It Was A Very Good Year by The Flaming Lips originally by Frank [...]

The desert surrounds. All arid and bare. This throat is dry. These eyes have tired. It is warm. Summer approaches. Golden orb in blue expanse. Cloud formations like none before seen. Little rodents cross paths. Lizards scatter when foot touches dirt. Swarms of bees test passersby. A red/brown snake five feet in length flicks its tongue at me. It's black eyes never waver. These sounds can not be properly captured. This air and these insects and all this life cannot be pictured. I needed to be alone with my thoughts today. I couldn't stay there, uncomfortable and bare. No more [...]

when i saw david bromberg a few months back, there was a moment during his set, after announcing that he was going to play something from the chess label, where he asked the crowd if they knew who the most famous man in the world was...a few people shouted "muddy waters!", "willie dixon!", "barack obama!"...but bromberg replied, "no man, bo diddley! after all those people are dead & gone, someone will still pick up a guitar & bust into..." & then he played a killer version of "who do you love?"...unfortunately, bromberg was way off on that "most [...]

In the waiting room, while looking for the big red button that doesn't do anything I overheard a couple double crossing time by discussing the blues. The man (we'll call him Blue Bird) was covering the 'true' African American side and the woman (we'll call her Lucille) was supporting white boy blues. Blue Bird's lashing tongue was clearly dominating the conversation. Saying, "The white man can't play the blues. He had the blues part of their soul stolen on the seventh hour, on the seventh day, on the seventh month." I lost the topic soon after, but started [...]