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Sunday, June 10, 2012
JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #319
SING ALONG WITH JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #319!
The Steepwater Band – Dharmakaya (Funzalo) :: Sometimes
ya just don’t wanna think. Sometimes ya just wanna run on feral instinct alone and drain that keg, roll that doob, snout
that line, crank that spike, and then howl rabidly like a speared boar for more more more how d’ya like it how d’ya
like it more more more.
So if wretched excess is the religion you worship
daily, then Steepwater’s Dharmakaya is the sordid soundtrack to your devout dissipation. Weaned on a steady
diet of the Allman Brothers Band, not only do these four longhairs know their Johnny Winter and their Johnny Walker,
they sure as shootin’ dish it all out in a nuclear hoedown of dirty fuzztone lead and slide guitar riffs.
The vocals are a gruntin’ outhouse mass o’southern refried moonshine that mashes up
everyone from Paul Rodgers to Robert Plant with an added dose of nasty blues-steeped harp. Slap this record on auto-repeat
startin’ at four on a Friday afternoon and by the followin’ Sunday morning you won’t know where you are,
who you are, or what you used to be.
But first go take that beer bottle outta
the freezer before it explodes, ya dumb spud.
SIZZLING PLATTER
OF THE WEEK: Jawbone – Dang Blues (Jawbone) :: I was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel. I
was watching as the Maple Leafs and Red Wings slugged it out. A little woozy floozy staggered over to see. “Wussa score,
Honey?” she slurred at me.
I tried to tell that woman that the
game was tied late in the third. Instead she leaned over and squinted at me like she hadn’t heard a word. She jabbed
a finger at me and looked like she was gonna scream. “Ainchoo that guy who wrote them mean things in that rag called
CREEM? I saw your reviews, they’re all so full of misery.”
I said,
“You’re thinking of Rick Johnson, so why don’t you leave me alone?” I told her ’bout a classic
Motor City record I liked by Jawbone. “This guy’s a crazy one-man blues band, he plays a psycho harp. His slide
guitar style’s really raw, it isn’t razor sharp. This kid rocks because he wasn’t raised on snobbery.”
She said, “I know about this Jawbone, the sidewalk’s where I heard
this guy. He plays at all the music festivals although he never gets inside.”
I said, “Don’t worry, he will one day: Dang Blues cannot be beat. It’s filed in my collection
next to Exile On Main St. His passion for music’s on display for all to see.”
I drained my drink and grabbed my jacket; I felt that it was time to leave. As I stood up she lurched against
me, balancing herself on my sleeve. “Come on, let’s hear this Jawbone record,” she said with gin-soaked
breath.
Just then the Leafs potted the winning goal in sudden death. The Michigan
papers called it highway robbery.
Be seeing you!
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