<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:27:41.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK COFFEE &amp; ROCK 'N' ROLL</title><subtitle type='html'>Records, records, records and black coffee. Whilst drinking coffee, I will be posting up pictures, audio and info on my latest vinyl finds; Raw Blues, Hillbilly, Rockabilly, Surf &amp;amp; Instro&amp;#39;s, Garage Punk, Soul, and Jazz...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-4513710901942167597</id><published>2012-01-26T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:48:56.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is Prison/Death Row(2nd post of the day!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEqWxHypbs8/TyEOPNJZ0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5i954AY2bRI/s1600/REXDOUGLAS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEqWxHypbs8/TyEOPNJZ0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5i954AY2bRI/s320/REXDOUGLAS.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701854257617686754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Prison, murder, Death Row, and infidelity; what great subjects for a song. The writer of this particular song is none other than Marty Robbins. I don't think Marty himself ever cut this song. The way in which Rex Harrison sings it, it doesn't seem like it would have fit in with what Marty Robbins was singing in the late 60's. There does exist a version by Rex Allen on the "Hacienda" label. Although Rex Harrison's version is much more raw and rockin', Rex Allen gives it a good go. I love the feral honky-tonk damnation of this song. Just wild! Great guitar work! I love how it just chugs along, never decreasing it's pace. I really couldn't find much information on the artist or the label. So I ain't got too much left to write. I hope you all enjoy this sleazy 45 about the things that make the world go 'round....&lt;object width="425" height="347" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/5f36e543-3efd-49a1-a7c2-23cf85349cf9/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/5f36e543-3efd-49a1-a7c2-23cf85349cf9/config.xml" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/5f36e543-3efd-49a1-a7c2-23cf85349cf9/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/5f36e543-3efd-49a1-a7c2-23cf85349cf9/config.xml"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-4513710901942167597?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/4513710901942167597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-is-prisondeath-row2nd-post-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/4513710901942167597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/4513710901942167597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-is-prisondeath-row2nd-post-of-day.html' title='Here is Prison/Death Row(2nd post of the day!)'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEqWxHypbs8/TyEOPNJZ0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5i954AY2bRI/s72-c/REXDOUGLAS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-7929398768527793276</id><published>2012-01-25T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:31:03.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Best" Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-P-LDunOMQ/TyCCm9EvbbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RfexOd-L4a8/s1600/manfredmann.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-P-LDunOMQ/TyCCm9EvbbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RfexOd-L4a8/s320/manfredmann.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701700733992136114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Apart from a couple great R&amp;B covers, I've never really thought much of Manfred Mann. Don't get me started on "Blinded by the Light." While record hunting I always come across hundreds of copies of "John Hardy," and "Quinn (The Eskimo). I view those records as being a little on the weak side. This gem is the exact opposite. I found it in a lot sale that I bought. The A side is "Ragamuffin man." The A side is very poppish, not really my cup of tea. But when I flipped the 45 over, I was pleasantly surprised to hear this psychedelic dirge. I love its overall drone-like sound. The lazy, dreary, drug-induced vocals. The fuzz guitar. A pure 100% gold Psychedelic nugget! Definitely shines a new light on the Manfreds.  &lt;object width="425" height="347" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/08e2d187-54bd-480c-8474-97fb683552a9/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/08e2d187-54bd-480c-8474-97fb683552a9/config.xml" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/08e2d187-54bd-480c-8474-97fb683552a9/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/08e2d187-54bd-480c-8474-97fb683552a9/config.xml"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-7929398768527793276?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/7929398768527793276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-side.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/7929398768527793276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/7929398768527793276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-side.html' title='A &quot;Best&quot; Side'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-P-LDunOMQ/TyCCm9EvbbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RfexOd-L4a8/s72-c/manfredmann.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-5374976945898075422</id><published>2011-10-22T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T14:54:25.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stan Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-vT9d5f98E/TqMxwgn2c3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tqiHQ2zAk0k/s1600/picsleeve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-vT9d5f98E/TqMxwgn2c3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tqiHQ2zAk0k/s320/picsleeve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666427465622778738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nothing makes me happier than finding a picture sleeve (and the 45) from the 50's and/or 60's of an obscure country artist. It only helps that said artist has one of the coolest hairstyles ever! I recently found this picture sleeve in an abandoned warehouse, where an ex-record dealer keeps his left over records. By perhaps, divine intervention, it was nicely ensconced in the 25 cent box. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SW7Xz8vTxa0/TqM2D5u7P1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/fCYMb659ai8/s1600/stanjr.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SW7Xz8vTxa0/TqM2D5u7P1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/fCYMb659ai8/s320/stanjr.45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666432196827365202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Not much is known about Stan Jr. Some record-collector pals of mine in a Facebook group placed the record in about December '66. I also found out that someone named Curley Smith also recorded on the Bolt label. According to the short bio on the back of the picture sleeve Stan (Anderson) jr. started out in Rock n Roll bands at the age of sixteen, and upon a friends advice switched to Country &amp; Western. I would say, with "Whoops," he kind of mixed both worlds. Nowadays, Stan jr. does some kind of traveling tribute/memories/oldies type of show. Perhaps he squeezes this song in! As it is a pretty decent song. The B side is a ballad that hasn't quite hit me yet, so I did not bother posting it. Stan Jr. can be found on Facebook, he also has a website, http://www.stanjr.net/ For your enjoyment Stan jr. With "Whoops," plus a photo of his awesome hair! &lt;object width="425" height="347" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/24ea4d4e-9724-4932-8d57-98251192ddd0/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/24ea4d4e-9724-4932-8d57-98251192ddd0/config.xml" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/24ea4d4e-9724-4932-8d57-98251192ddd0/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/24ea4d4e-9724-4932-8d57-98251192ddd0/config.xml"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-5374976945898075422?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/5374976945898075422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2011/10/stan-jr.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/5374976945898075422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/5374976945898075422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2011/10/stan-jr.html' title='Stan Jr.'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-vT9d5f98E/TqMxwgn2c3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tqiHQ2zAk0k/s72-c/picsleeve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-8376993862942724343</id><published>2011-03-25T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:47:41.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillbilly in a Garage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCCbL4oO_rs/TY0I0EdmvfI/AAAAAAAAADg/y3C01hk6Fj4/s1600/bob%2Bwithers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCCbL4oO_rs/TY0I0EdmvfI/AAAAAAAAADg/y3C01hk6Fj4/s320/bob%2Bwithers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588132403280788978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     One sub-genre that is quickly becoming one of my favorites, is country garage. The possibility that said genre actually exists is probably very unlikely. This 45 could be considered country garage. Nice honky-tonk vocals and silly country-oriented lyrics; coupled with a more rock band sound, fuzz guitar included! I love the guitar work on this tune! &lt;object width="425" height="347" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/3c249345-c6a9-4059-82a1-25ba2fc81e80/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/3c249345-c6a9-4059-82a1-25ba2fc81e80/config.xml" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/3c249345-c6a9-4059-82a1-25ba2fc81e80/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/3c249345-c6a9-4059-82a1-25ba2fc81e80/config.xml"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Not much is known about Bob Withers, definitely a 60's release. Much has been documented on the legendary Nashville-based Bullet label, aside from a couple other labels; Bullet is one of my favorites. I love most of the stuff released on the label and I love the design of the actually label on the record! They released some great early 50's hillbilly bop, as well as some killer R &amp; B/blues.&lt;br /&gt;     The 45 was more than likely recorded after Jim Bulleit sold the label to Red Wortham. Instead of writing out the entire label's history I will give you the link to their homepage &lt;a href="http://www.bulletrecords.net/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  http://www.bulletrecords.net/index.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-8376993862942724343?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/8376993862942724343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2011/03/hillbilly-in-garage.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/8376993862942724343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/8376993862942724343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2011/03/hillbilly-in-garage.html' title='Hillbilly in a Garage'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCCbL4oO_rs/TY0I0EdmvfI/AAAAAAAAADg/y3C01hk6Fj4/s72-c/bob%2Bwithers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-7036969316381555327</id><published>2011-03-21T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:06:03.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've tried..............but failed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDrx_QBi1xs/TYgY2MkyD9I/AAAAAAAAADY/Sz8a4Psh87s/s1600/the%2Bearly%2Bmourning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDrx_QBi1xs/TYgY2MkyD9I/AAAAAAAAADY/Sz8a4Psh87s/s320/the%2Bearly%2Bmourning.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586742657120604114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Very little info can be found on most of the records I post on here, this one is no exception. This 1968 garage 45 out of Indianapolis by the Early Mourning reeks of teenagers, garages and ineptness. &lt;object width="425" height="347" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/76a4820a-d0a6-4dc0-b27e-0accfdc10ae3/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/76a4820a-d0a6-4dc0-b27e-0accfdc10ae3/config.xml" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/76a4820a-d0a6-4dc0-b27e-0accfdc10ae3/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/76a4820a-d0a6-4dc0-b27e-0accfdc10ae3/config.xml"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt; When I first played this 45, which I grabbed from an antique shop a few towns away, my immediate reaction was to put it up for sale; but it ended up growing on me in a big way. It is probably my favorite and weirdest garage rock 45 that I own. &lt;br /&gt;  I love how the band sounds like they are barely hanging in there, and that a mistake can and probably did happen the first ten takes. The lack of a guitar solo, and the inability to keep time is proof of their ineptness. But, of course, that is the reason why I love the 45. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is proto-punk&lt;/span&gt;. It also sounds like it could have existed in any decade, from the sixties up till today. I bet one could throw it on a compilation of "early tracks," by Lou Reed/Velvet Underground, or Neil Young or (90's grunge group) Nirvana. It is, inadvertently, ahead of it's time. Here is a link on Indiana 45s/bands that I find very useful and fun: http://indiana-bands-60s.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-7036969316381555327?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/7036969316381555327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-triedbut-failed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/7036969316381555327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/7036969316381555327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-triedbut-failed.html' title='I&apos;ve tried..............but failed'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDrx_QBi1xs/TYgY2MkyD9I/AAAAAAAAADY/Sz8a4Psh87s/s72-c/the%2Bearly%2Bmourning.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-3251429812086826144</id><published>2011-02-07T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:38:51.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All your cryin' don't do no good.....</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a great while since I have posted anything on here. Frankly, it has been a long while since I have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;been able&lt;/span&gt; to post anything on here. On the 21st of August, my wife and I tied the knot. I had to sell some big favorite 45s to help fund it, which kind of put me into a record-induced depression. The wedding was beautiful and stands as one of the greatest moments in my life, I quickly got over the loss of a hand full of records.July of last year, me and my wife's worst fear was brought to life. On November 4th 2010, our oldest son Ryman Lee Russell was diagnosed with Autism. In the month of July my wife called me ballin' her eyes out, she told me that the family doctor said that Ry was showing some red flags. July to November of last year proved to be the worst period of my life. We quickly saw the red flags that I and others (my wife had prior worries that he was showing signs) always thought were just quirky nuances. I thought that he was just like his dad, usually stuck in his own world and not that into people. In came a torrential downpour of emotions. We were forced to change our lives. We were lost, most importantly my son was lost.&lt;br /&gt;  We started doing research like crazy, I must have read 50 or so books, read articles, watched documentaries, and put my energy towards contacting the people who could help. Anyway, to make a long story short; my son is now making improvements, he is steeped in therapy and biomedical treatments. We are no longer lost, he is no longer lost. And for the first time in a long time, I feel as if I can give at least an iota of my energy to something besides Autism. So I am bringing this blog back to live. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/TVCPxrNyKjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/crBOjpbMmLk/s1600/ry45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/TVCPxrNyKjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/crBOjpbMmLk/s320/ry45.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571110822634203698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Like most people do, I turned to music to help me deal with my emotions and feelings. I am a huge fan of Tom Waits, the man is a genius. I still shed a tear every time I hear Tom Waits' "Come on up to the House," the whole album is great. His songwriting is on par, if not better than Hank Williams. And this particular tune gives Blind Willie Johnson a run for his spiritual money. This song definitely got me through a really dark scary part of my life. &lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-GugzLSbOQE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-3251429812086826144?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/3251429812086826144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-your-cryin-dont-do-no-good.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/3251429812086826144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/3251429812086826144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-your-cryin-dont-do-no-good.html' title='All your cryin&apos; don&apos;t do no good.....'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/TVCPxrNyKjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/crBOjpbMmLk/s72-c/ry45.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-8280883846022140790</id><published>2010-05-03T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:25:23.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonfire!.....part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S990wIOMQhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1k-6SPT6lIA/s1600/ronny+kay.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467216842840621586' alt='' border='0' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S990wIOMQhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1k-6SPT6lIA/s320/ronny+kay.JPG' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a devastatingly bad record by a Mr. Ronny Kay on Band Box records out of Denver, Colorado. Number 289. This Band Box discography &lt;a href="http://www.globaldogproductions.info/b/band-box.html"&gt;http://www.globaldogproductions.info/b/band-box.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; puts it in the early sixties, also shows some other 45s by him. This is basically all the info I was able to uncover on Ronny Kay and this 45. It is so bad, that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it is&lt;/span&gt; so good. I just get this picture/story in my head every time I listen to this 45. I just picture Mr. Ronny Kay, probably a very odd-lookin' fellow, walk into a studio with a shitty drum set. He is goin' on about a new song called "Bonfire" where he just yells "bonfire!" and beats up the drums. I imagine men in suits going, "why, this guy is crazy, I can't believe we agreed to do this!" It probably did not go like that, but I am for sure there is probably a really great story behind Ronny Kay and this 45. I would love to hear it! Sandy Nelson step aside!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P778742411ab5644b1e3c983eefe69031bV19R1REYmJ1&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21'&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-8280883846022140790?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/8280883846022140790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/05/bonfirepart-1_03.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/8280883846022140790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/8280883846022140790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/05/bonfirepart-1_03.html' title='Bonfire!.....part 1'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S990wIOMQhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1k-6SPT6lIA/s72-c/ronny+kay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-2543286988180359987</id><published>2010-03-28T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T07:35:33.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior Sollars and the Story of the Creepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S69o4tVcCmI/AAAAAAAAACw/eP-cKENuWBI/s1600/picturepost1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S69o4tVcCmI/AAAAAAAAACw/eP-cKENuWBI/s320/picturepost1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453692997220436578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S69oaaZc91I/AAAAAAAAACo/0pM4idx02ik/s1600/mainpicpost.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S69oaaZc91I/AAAAAAAAACo/0pM4idx02ik/s320/mainpicpost.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453692476740925266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm pretty sure all of you are familiar with the legendary Creepers 45 on Rene called "Jammin' Granny." Well I happen to live in the same small Indiana town as Creepers guitarist Willard Sollars Jr. (known today as Junior Sollars). On a whim, I found his number, and called him. We hung out for a couple hours. He was really cool, and had no idea how much his 45 is admired. I am thinking about doing a biography/documentary on him and the Creepers, as well as Harry Weger (the country singer who produced the 45).&lt;br /&gt;He has a huge shed full of memorabilia and a lot of cool info on the band. His father, whose pictures really intrigue me, was a hillbilly singer in the 30's and 40's named Willard Sollars (also known as Webb Sollars). Which I plan to learn more about and perhaps get some recordings of. Junior told me some cool facts about the Creepers; Jr. Sollars, a right-handed guitarist, has only two fingers on his left hand! He also said that in '65 they tried to pitch the 45 to Sam Phillips at Sun, he has some rare recordings of the Creepers live, as well as music from some of his post-Creepers bands, and he stated that the Creepers made two LPs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S69nIPh79FI/AAAAAAAAACg/1STw1d8WaH0/s1600/picturepost2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S69nIPh79FI/AAAAAAAAACg/1STw1d8WaH0/s320/picturepost2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453691065074447442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a huge project that I am undertaking, I think it would be cool to bring a lot of this stuff to light, and to uncover the career of his father, whose pictures make him out to be the "Howlin' Wolf" of country music. I already took a bunch of pictures that are just awesome. Please let me know what you guys think about me doing this, because you guys are the people who really care, and are the fans of the Creepers and their sole 45. Please email me if anyone would like to see some pictures! Please give me feedback! Thanks!&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxqLaf6tJbw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxqLaf6tJbw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVbD2j9FlXA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVbD2j9FlXA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-2543286988180359987?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/2543286988180359987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/03/junior-sollars-and-story-of-creepers.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/2543286988180359987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/2543286988180359987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/03/junior-sollars-and-story-of-creepers.html' title='Junior Sollars and the Story of the Creepers'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S69o4tVcCmI/AAAAAAAAACw/eP-cKENuWBI/s72-c/picturepost1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-7872146893035824818</id><published>2010-03-25T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:34:02.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock N Roll &amp; Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S6vkeInAaDI/AAAAAAAAACY/iH9xtpaZeUk/s1600/silas+1st+week+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S6vkeInAaDI/AAAAAAAAACY/iH9xtpaZeUk/s320/silas+1st+week+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452702980220414002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few weeks off from most everything in order to have a child. My second son, Silas Wray Russell &lt;br /&gt;was born on Friday, March 12th at 3:49 pm. Yes, he was named after Link Wray, in part. His mother's middle name &lt;br /&gt;is Rae, so its kind of half and half. I can't think of a better middle name! So in tribute to my second son (and probably last) I give you Link Wray's "TV Baby." "TV Baby" is one of his earlier, more Hillbilly tracks. Great stuff!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=Pab2142337521c63cc8a0ec0b526d3f41bV19R1REYmN8&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21'&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-7872146893035824818?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/7872146893035824818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/03/rock-n-roll-children.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/7872146893035824818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/7872146893035824818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/03/rock-n-roll-children.html' title='Rock N Roll &amp;amp; Children'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S6vkeInAaDI/AAAAAAAAACY/iH9xtpaZeUk/s72-c/silas+1st+week+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-1565973532059593281</id><published>2010-03-02T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:32:49.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock Rocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S43JJPRJ1mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/C6dleBebYwA/s1600-h/billygales.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444228685115283042' alt='' border='0' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S43JJPRJ1mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/C6dleBebYwA/s320/billygales.JPG' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You know a record is good, if the first few seconds of it are a declaration&lt;br /&gt;of love screamed from the top of the lungs. Oh, and it helps too if Ike Turner is at the piano. Probably, or should be, a big hit with the Northern Soul crowd. This record, from 1961, is a prime example of that transitional phase from rockin' R&amp;amp;B to a more soul sound. Prior to this 45, Billy Gayles (guess he dropped the y) played with Ike Turner's Kings of Rhythm. Great record, although it could definitely&lt;br /&gt;use some bluesy guitar work. "I'm Hurting," by Billy Gales on Shock; great name for a record label! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Gayles with Ike Turner's Kings of Rhythm - I'm Tore Up &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDfwQv367Qs&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=Pab9cd59aa44ee68bed0008b48bf243b4bV19R1REYmN9&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21'&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-1565973532059593281?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/1565973532059593281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/03/shock-rocker_02.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/1565973532059593281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/1565973532059593281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/03/shock-rocker_02.html' title='Shock Rocker'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S43JJPRJ1mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/C6dleBebYwA/s72-c/billygales.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-8114549011766100615</id><published>2010-02-22T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:29:02.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickin' strings with The Moore Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S4M0GTsv-3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZhqsAA0cHkQ/s1600-h/moorebrothersblog.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img border='0' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441250057765518194' alt='' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S4M0GTsv-3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZhqsAA0cHkQ/s320/moorebrothersblog.JPG' style='margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing is not really a word I reserve for bluegrass records. Although I love bluegrass music, a lot of it can get repetitive and way too rustic. Don't get me wrong, "Rank Strangers" and "The Willow Garden" are among some of my favorite songs off all time. But how many Reno and Smiley 45s does one actually need? It's mostly the fast instrumental stuff that can get repetitive. I love a nice mid-paced bluegrass murder ballad. Or a song like this one, by The Moore Brothers with the Pike County Hikers on Metropolis Records. From Warsaw, IN 1965.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=Pe4cd001c17b41ca7e6d9cb601d93afe0bV19R1REYmNy&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21'&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S4NHqrplgyI/AAAAAAAAACI/_ORx9Ii0fOI/s1600-h/Warsaw-indiana-downtown.jpg' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441271573390918434' alt='' border='0' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S4NHqrplgyI/AAAAAAAAACI/_ORx9Ii0fOI/s320/Warsaw-indiana-downtown.jpg' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A side, I lost the only love I ever knew. B side, You proved untrue. The writer is credited as Ray Moore, obviously a Moore brother. I am not for sure though, if it is the Ray Moore who had some 45's on Lee records out of Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, quite a refreshing record. Kind of gives me that same feeling I got when I first heard Curtis Gordon's "Tired of Crying". I've had this 45 for about a week, and I think I've played it perhaps 50 times. It went from being a VG record, to being a VG-. Just a great bluegrass record. No more no less. Oh yeah, never mind the continuous "pop" throughout the record; it has a huge scratch on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great database site on Indiana 45s: www.indiana45s.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-8114549011766100615?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/8114549011766100615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/02/pickin-strings-with-moore-brothers_22.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/8114549011766100615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/8114549011766100615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/02/pickin-strings-with-moore-brothers_22.html' title='Pickin&amp;#39; strings with The Moore Brothers'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S4M0GTsv-3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZhqsAA0cHkQ/s72-c/moorebrothersblog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-5726334431845022356</id><published>2010-02-19T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T16:43:18.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliff Carlisle Hobo Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S38rSFkmbeI/AAAAAAAAABw/wDowjO5vkCw/s1600-h/cliffcarlisle.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440114464620178914' alt='' border='0' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S38rSFkmbeI/AAAAAAAAABw/wDowjO5vkCw/s320/cliffcarlisle.JPG' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Been a few weeks since my last post, been ultra busy buying and selling records. Had to go to Indy for a week and a half for the company I work for, not too much fun. I did however manage to sniff out some vinyl! I am, sometimes, at ends with the company I work for so when deciding to go out for some beer and food, I saw it fit to trek in the snow and freezing cold. A mile away from my hotel, I stumbled upon a massive antique shop. I got lucky. There is a formula that I follow when record hunting in antique shops. I ask the clerk if they have any records, she sends me to the quasi-collector's booth. Which means over-priced LPs, and 30.00 dollar Bill Haley 45s. But behind the 30.00 dollar Bill Haley 45, there may be a "VG Danny Ross on Minor" for a buck. I came home with a handful of 45s, and a couple 78s. Charlie Brown on Spinner. I will have to post that one eventually, a nice little hick bopper. Pulled out some Buddy Knox, Gene Vincent, Lloyd Price on Specialty, a Crickets 45, an eccentric Paul Curry 45 (with Roy Buchannan on guitar), New Colony Six on Sentar, some spooky Doo-Wop, Jimmy McCracklin, Johnnie &amp;amp; Joe on Chess, Shadows of Knight, The Strangeloves, and possibly the most x-rated 45 I've ever heard. &lt;br /&gt;  But this Decca 78 by Cliff Carlisle stands out above the rest. I found it in a mostly Military booth. I believe it's from 1930. Although most disographies don't have this listed, under Decca releases at least. Two things that I love, that " White man's blues" sound (Jimmie Davis, has some great blues stuff also on Decca) and songs about hobos. This song has them both. I think brother Bill sings lead or back up on this, not for sure. Anyhow, great record by a great artist, enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;  I've gotten so much stuff here lately, including perhaps my new favorite bluegrass 45, and a "rare as hell" Doo-wop compilation LP. I have a feeling, I will shoot out a handful of posts within &lt;br /&gt;the next week or so. So stay tuned.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P05538d7b942bf795444c262aeb59a064bV19R1REYmNz&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21'&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-5726334431845022356?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/5726334431845022356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/02/cliff-carlisle-hobo-blues.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/5726334431845022356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/5726334431845022356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/02/cliff-carlisle-hobo-blues.html' title='Cliff Carlisle Hobo Blues'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S38rSFkmbeI/AAAAAAAAABw/wDowjO5vkCw/s72-c/cliffcarlisle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-7969233868570874832</id><published>2010-02-06T16:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:56:58.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Progressions '66</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S24NN7NVGhI/AAAAAAAAABY/rxM-Y1yHOBs/s1600-h/theprogressions.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435296333165828626' alt='' border='0' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S24NN7NVGhI/AAAAAAAAABY/rxM-Y1yHOBs/s320/theprogressions.JPG' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice slab of harp-heavy garage rock from 1966 on Scepter records. Don't know too much about this 45 or the band. I believe it was their only release. Kind of reminds me of The Rationals. Not too shabby.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P67fc688397bc634d228438b633a67521bV19R1REYmNw&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21'&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-7969233868570874832?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/7969233868570874832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/02/progressions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/7969233868570874832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/7969233868570874832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/02/progressions.html' title='The Progressions &amp;#39;66'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S24NN7NVGhI/AAAAAAAAABY/rxM-Y1yHOBs/s72-c/theprogressions.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-6480660380323427475</id><published>2010-01-31T13:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:45:33.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indianapolis Sleaze pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S2X2FvZJ8TI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RrGc0kAedNM/s1600-h/DSCF9171.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433019103974125874' alt='' border='0' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S2X2FvZJ8TI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RrGc0kAedNM/s320/DSCF9171.JPG' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't get much more primitive, lowdown and sleazy than this. Harold &amp;amp; Bob on Delta. 1960. Short, sweet and loud. How it should be.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P38c32175c360a56772051f918f1a956dbV19R1REYmNx&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21'&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-6480660380323427475?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/6480660380323427475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/01/indianapolis-sleaze-pt-1_31.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/6480660380323427475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/6480660380323427475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/01/indianapolis-sleaze-pt-1_31.html' title='Indianapolis Sleaze pt. 1'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S2X2FvZJ8TI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RrGc0kAedNM/s72-c/DSCF9171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-6330482495859911397</id><published>2010-01-21T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:12:31.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel James</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S1kbGIQ8WlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e1z6sRxoIB4/s1600-h/danieljames.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S1kbGIQ8WlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e1z6sRxoIB4/s320/danieljames.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429400617883556434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The ad stated something along the lines of: "30 78's rpm records for $20". So I responded to the ad. Unfortunately the 78's were gone. But the lady who answered the phone said she still had some of the "small ones," and some of the "big ones." &lt;br /&gt;After driving around for a bit, looking for the address (which was wrong), I finally found it.&lt;br /&gt;A little old lady answered the door. Her late husband had a bunch of records, mostly 50's and 60's country. &lt;br /&gt;Sounded good to me. Among other things, I pulled out a second copy of Harry Weger's 45 on Adair.&lt;br /&gt;2 copies of Mary Ann Williams, "I'm Getting Married" 45, and a Sonny Marcel (Sammy Marshall), Globe acetate/disk cutter, which can be viewed here: &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/RARE-SAMMY-MARSHALL-GLOBE-ACETATE-UNLISTED-UNKNOWN-VG_W0QQitemZ160389103543QQcmdZViewItemQQptZMusic_on_Vinyl?hash=item2557ef7fb7"&gt;http://cgi.ebay.com/RARE-SAMMY-MARSHALL-GLOBE-ACETATE-UNLISTED-UNKNOWN-VG_W0QQitemZ160389103543QQcmdZViewItemQQptZMusic_on_Vinyl?hash=item2557ef7fb7&lt;/a&gt; made of shellac. Sifting through the LPs; I found one by James O'Gwynn. &lt;br /&gt;And then I saw an LP with the label Allstar. The Artist' name on the LP was Daniel James. Daniel James was the owner of the song-poem label Allstar. What's a song-poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Phil Milstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The short answer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SONG-POEMS WANTED," blare small, noisy display ads buried in the human misery ghetto -- amid similar notices for&lt;br /&gt; rupture trusses, depilatory devices and bust-enlargement creams -- at the back of pulpy, mass-market magazines.&lt;br /&gt; "WE NEED NEW IDEAS FOR RECORDING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds intriguing, but you're not sure what to make of that cryptic lead-in phrase: song-poem. It's not found&lt;br /&gt;in any dictionary. While it might seem to simply imply "poetry set to a tune," what "song-poem" actually refers&lt;br /&gt;to is something more specific than that -- something, in fact, that has much more to do with commerce than it &lt;br /&gt;does with songs, poetry or music.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S1oXXAb4xhI/AAAAAAAAABI/1sGCmmMzTws/s1600-h/songcrafters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S1oXXAb4xhI/AAAAAAAAABI/1sGCmmMzTws/s320/songcrafters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429677984769951250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S1oXLQkFd0I/AAAAAAAAABA/UxxOHLJlwMo/s1600-h/starcrest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S1oXLQkFd0I/AAAAAAAAABA/UxxOHLJlwMo/s320/starcrest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429677782940874562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song-poem story involves a succession of publishing and recording companies that have occupied the lowest&lt;br /&gt; rungs of the music industry ladder for over 100 years. By appropriating the rhetoric of the legitimate (so-called)&lt;br /&gt; music industry, the owners of such companies prey on the dual yearnings among the general public for access to the&lt;br /&gt; inner sanctum of show business and a means to get rich quick, as well as the fact that nearly everyone has written &lt;br /&gt;some sort of poem at one point in their life or another. Song-poem entrepreneurs (called "song sharks") manipulate &lt;br /&gt;these facets of human nature to deceive naïve individuals into subsidizing a quest to have their poem become the lyric&lt;br /&gt; of a smash hit record. In the parlance of this parallel-universe enterprise, "song-poem" is code for the originating verse. &lt;br /&gt;The reason that a code is resorted to bespeaks of the patronizing nature of the song-poem game: its proprietors believe that their typical customer &lt;br /&gt;is too dumb to grasp the meaning of the simple English word "lyric." At the same time it's meant to signal an expanse of possible source materials, as in, &lt;br /&gt;"We'll set your song, your poem, even your goddamn shopping list to music; we don't care what you give us, so long as your checks don't bounce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quite an underground phenomenon. The Allstar label started around 1953. Ended in '66. Daniel James' "Rock Moon Rock," on the Allstar label &lt;br /&gt;has become a rockabilly classic. The biggest names to record&lt;br /&gt;for the label were Eddie Noack (listen to his song "Psycho") and Link Davis.&lt;br /&gt; I had not known that Allstar released LPs, Daniel James' two LPs seem &lt;br /&gt;to be the only ones. There are some great un-reissued country boppers, mid-pacers, ballads; and even, perhaps, a rockabilly tune on this particular LP. &lt;br /&gt;OK, done typing. Let the music do the talking. 3 tracks from Daniel James "Country Music by..." Allstar 501 (as it says on the record,)&lt;br /&gt;or 1003 (as it says on the sleeve. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;    Track 1 - So Many Lovely Things&lt;br /&gt;    Track 2 - Sweet Sixteen&lt;br /&gt;    Track 3 - You're Different&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P3aa23c9c17be5fa4d51b713c4a7e1fdfbV19R1REYmN2&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21'&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P85afdde7e711aad56d39db93d4422794bV19R1REYmN3&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21'&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=Pc9201ccdbf219a5310effec718328a52bV19R1REYmN0&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21'&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Videos of Interest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJgTHntrnJw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJgTHntrnJw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHv2LkWkhm8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHv2LkWkhm8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song-Poem Website: &lt;a href="http://www.songpoemmusic.com/"&gt;http://www.songpoemmusic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1433386209606270539-6330482495859911397?l=jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/feeds/6330482495859911397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/01/daniel-james.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/6330482495859911397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1433386209606270539/posts/default/6330482495859911397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jukejailjunkmoan.blogspot.com/2010/01/daniel-james.html' title='Daniel James'/><author><name>j.l.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijct1hT6q64/TY5uj4L7kTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vUZY-vQS4yA/s220/jimmyford.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S1kbGIQ8WlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e1z6sRxoIB4/s72-c/danieljames.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-4865839039680090217</id><published>2010-01-19T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:43:51.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Coffee &amp; Rock 'N' Roll &amp; The Curse of Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S1ZDsTJMTMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jdHMi9VyamU/s1600-h/cecilbowman.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428600829173845186' alt='' border='0' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fT6Gs-s-Lfg/S1ZDsTJMTMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jdHMi9VyamU/s320/cecilbowman.JPG' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog, "Black Coffee &amp;amp; Rock 'N' Roll." I will be listing some great stuff! There really are no restrictions to what I will list, as far as the music goes. For my first post, I give you Cecil Bowman's "The Curse of Wine," on D records. Cecil Bowman was a Texas artist, who recorded for the legendary Starday label. D records was owned by Pappy Daily, who formerly part-owned Starday.&lt;br /&gt;  I picked this 45 off of ebay for a few bucks, well worth the price. In my opinion, it has all the qualities a "perfect" song should have. A minor key, dark lyrics about addiction, lost love, crime and the accompanied prison sentence. This tune is what I would (secretly) title "death country". But what is remarkable and rare is the song's lack of redemption. 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