Gotta love a guy that performs under a name that, on the surface and to most, sounds perfectly logical...but slyly winks as a mild obscenity.
On this Music Friday, we funk it up with Popa Chubby, who'll be holding court tonight at the Harmony.
See ya there?
In last week's "Music Friday" offering, I mused about those individuals with miles of potential that chose a path that didn't include college and the race of rats. That there are days I often wonder if that path would have brought me more happiness than the one I chose.
Don't get me wrong. I simply love the life I lead. I only wonder, is there another path?
I'm about halfway through "That Used to Be Us" by Thomas Friedman and Michael Mandelbaum. It's a fascinating analysis of how America has lost its way. How we've drifted into mediocrity. How we are no longer the best and the brightest.
The authors make the point that the world in which we now live has made those with only a high school diploma expendable. The jobs that most of those people perform are increasingly becoming automated or outsourced. And that, at the least, a technical college degree will be required for survival in the workplace.
A wake-up call to High Schools, to be sure (but they're so not listening). Public education is simply not providing our kids with the tools they need to succeed in the global marketplace.
Is there a place in the future for a "Simple Man?" One can only hope...
We were talking last night about those people in this world who have miles and miles of potential...yet choose the path of least resistance. Who don't choose college. Who don't choose the race of rats. Who choose, instead, a life of simplicity, love, laughter and family.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I often look upon those that selected the other path with a combination of curiosity and envy.
The original, of course, was pure Ronnie and Skynyrd. But, for this Musc Friday, I'm kinda diggin' Shinedown's cover of "Simple Man".
And, "hell yeah" to all the Simple Men out there. You stand as a beacon to those of us that bought into the concept of all that and a bag of chips.
Maybe one day we'll have the guts to join you.
We've spent most of this week chronicling and commenting upon the struggle between San Diego's Mayor and its Hospitality Community. So, hell...let's make it an all-San Diego week on this Music Friday.
We give you one of the biggest bands to come out of the City in Motion's heady '60s: Iron Butterfly and In-a-Gadda-da-Vida.
Yeah, I know the video is a little blurry. That's just the 'shrooms kickin' in.
As a hardcore Lowell George fan dating back to the mid-70s, it was hard to listen to subsequent Little Feat albums after his passing. But "Representing the Mambo" was that rarity that said, "it's OK to move on." And, exemplified that the band was more than just its lead.
One of the videos for "Texas Twister" harkens back to the cheesey story vignettes popular in MTV's heyday. This one is better.
And, turn it up loud.
Honestly...it's better when it's loud.
Just back from Mason City IA, where the region is hosting the "Winter Dance Party" at the legendary Surf Ballroom this weekend. On tap tomorrow night is Gary Bussey and Eric Burdon. Last I heard there were "a few" tickets available to see these two (and others) in the last hall that Buddy Holly played. Go, if you can.
And, then, there's this jem...coming to Madison's High Noon Saloon on Thursday. One of the coolest videos (and, yeah, HTF did they do that?) featuring Erin McKeown doing "Proof."
Oh, yeah...the song kicks ass too.
Smoky, sweaty, old school, familial, funky, krunky...hell, I just love this song.
Images of those too tight clubs with low ceilings where you emerge into the parking lot after closing time and the steam rises from your soaked skin into the nightime air of the city as you fall together in an everlasting kiss. Yeah...that's what I see when I hear this song.
A little Hendrix, a pinch of Kravitz...hell, there is so much going on in Gary Clark, Jr. that it is a disservice to allude to others.
Dig "Ain't Messin Around" on this Music Friday.
And shake a tail feather this weekend!
Yeah...as in the Brothers.
I'm not sure what it is about our visits to Sarasota, but we've caught Gregg's boy twice over the past couple years...the last time last month in an impromptu gig at Pastimes Pub. As in, Devon called the club owner one afternoon and said, "we're in town. Mind if we swing by and rock?"
A voice like his Dad, a face more like his Uncle and a style all his own, Devon's new album is set for release next month. And, if his set last month is any indication, this will be the CD that breaks him open to a much wider audience.
On this Music Friday, we present "Time Machine" from Devon Allman.
Enjoy...
If you haven't yet discovered "Live from Daryl's House," don't worry...it's all online.
Daryll Hall (half of Hall and Oates) launched this online play a number of years ago, inviting musicians he admired to come jam at his country home in the hills of Connecticut. To date, over 60 acts have done just that...with amazing results.
With an apology for turning you onto this site if you had not yet visited (because the rest of your weekend will be lost as you sift through the amazing catalogue of performances), we offer up one of our faves on this Music Friday.
It's Rob Thomas taking lead on the Hall & Oates classic "Kiss on My List."
Watch the entire hour...or drill down to "Kiss" in the Playlist.
On the first Music Friday of a new year, we're going all retro on you with a 40-year old performance from the pride of Mobile, Jimmy Hall and Wet Willie.
It certainly was a simpler time, but there is no denying the soul in this outfit when they played Macon and sizzled on a Little Milton classic.
Jimmy is still rocking the south and he'll be in Nashville later this month. Here's a live cap of Wet Willie's version of "Grits Ain't Groceries."
And yeah...Mona Lisa was a man.
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