Baltimore, Williamsport, Buffalo, Rochester, Ellicottville, Warren, Pittsburgh, Cleveland, Tuckerton, Ellsworth, Mont Tremblant. From Peckerwood to Canada!
Good News! Six months after the projected delivery date, the 100% Pure LPs have finally arrived. In my opinion, the new vinyl sounds even better than the CD. It’s a completely new approach to a one man band, adding a bass rig to the mix of kick, hat, and high energy slide guitar. The sound is pretty LARGE, but the atmosphere and groove are even bigger. You can swim in the mix on this record. 180 grams of Pure Sauce Boss.
Here’s the latest review:
Hangin out in the Cockpit. Love my kitchen! I’m still a foodie.
My coffee cake with a bunch of blueberries
Oven at 350 degrees
Then sift together:
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup of flax meal
1 cup of whole wheat flour
1 1/2 cup rye flour
In a separate bowl mix:
3 cups blueberries
2 cups walnuts
1 cup applesauce
1/4 cup honey (If you like it real sweet, better use a half…)
Milk (cup or so)
Mix it all together and put in into a greased frying pan. Then apply a heavy dusting of cinnamon, completely covering the top.
Cook for about 40 minutes.
It’s better the next day (if it lasts that long) as the flavors of the rye and whole wheat are married in the cooling.
Here’s a treasure, I keep in my hipsack.
May 21, 2008, I went for a ride. Meandered to Memphis, where I met the band for three dates on Beale St. Left Memphis Sunday after I attended the services at the Full Gospel Tabernacle with Reverend Al Green doing the sermon. And the hippest gospel band ever, layin it down!
I’m riding out of Memphis with a huge grin on my face, fortified with the blues and with the gospel communion. I looked over to the west and the biggest, and the blackest, and the scariest cloud of dust and debris that I had ever seen was coming fast toward me. The temperature dropped ten degrees. The first gust almost blew me over. The next was stronger. I kept looking for a funnel. Interesting day…hmmm. I weathered the really wet stuff under a bridge, then continued what would become a 2000 mile commute to the blues. Stoppin in Hot Springs to soak, then on to the Leland, Mississippi Blues Festival. I hear BB’s playin at the Club Ebony. So I’m sitting ten feet from the band, eatin a BBQ pork chop sandwich, watching BB King hold court, and he’s tryin his best to get somewhere with this gorgeous young woman, with the band smokin like a rack o ribs…
Thank you Riley King.