Cutting down throught the valley of the Brazos the other night, I got a blast from the past on the tubes. It was a scratchy and far-away old station. The only thing missing was the static from the high wires as I high-balled it down the Santa Fe line. It's a stereophonic and solid state world, but the V-8 was making the tires hum on the blacktop and the moon was full and bright.
Here was old shifty eyes himself - Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys - doing "Sitting On Top Of The World."
Cotton season is back in full force and I was digging on the King Of Western Swing, coming at me in stereo, doing a Mississippi Delta blues on the twin fiddles and steel strings, Al Strickland standing by to radiate the eighty-eight.
Get a load of this, y'all:
Friday, September 24, 2010
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