RIP ….

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Enjoy your weekend…..War Is Over If You Want It ….And We All Want It Over

Ry Cooder...Buckwheat Zydeco....Lenny Kravitz....Irma Thomas...Rip It Up.....

Iran Propaganda….is Truth

Nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’
You gotta have somethin’ if you wanna be with me
Nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’
You gotta have somethin’ if you wanna be with me

I’m not tryin’ to be your hero
‘Cause that zero is too cold for me (Brr)
I’m not tryin’ to be your highness
‘Cause that minus is too low to see, yeah

Nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’
And I’m not stuffin’, believe you me
Don’t you remember I told ya
I’m a soldier in the war on poverty, yeah
Yes, I am

Nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’
You gotta have somethin’ if you wanna be with me
Nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’
You gotta have somethin’ if you wanna be with me
That’s right, ha, yeah

Gotta have somethin’ if you wanna be with me
You gotta bring me somethin’ girl
If you wanna be with me

Songwriters: Billy Preston / Bruce Carleton Fisher

Hey brothers and sisters….this is a beautiful sentiment….keep on giving…

Well, I won’t back down
No, I won’t back down
You could stand me up at the gates of Hell
But I won’t back down

No, I’ll stand my ground
Won’t be turned around
And I’ll keep this world from draggin’ me down
Gonna stand my ground
And I won’t back down

hey, baby
There ain’t no easy way out (I won’t back down)
Hey, I will stand my ground
And I won’t back down

Well, I know what’s right
I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin’ me around
But I’ll stand my ground
And I won’t back down

(I won’t back hey, baby
There ain’t no easy way out (I won’t back down)
Hey I will stand my ground (I won’t back down)
And I won’t back down

(I won’t back hey, baby
There ain’t no easy way out (I won’t back down)
Hey, I won’t back down

hey, baby
There ain’t no easy way out (I won’t back down)
Hey, I will stand my ground (I won’t back down)
And I won’t back down (I won’t back down)
No, I won’t back down

Songwriters: Tom Petty / Jeff Lynne

Gonna wake the dead
Get them on their feet
Gonna count our nickels
like we’re counting sheep

Gonna rob from Peter
to pay Paul
And that’s not all

Gonna teach the children
a little history
But not too much now
Gonna cop a plea

Gonna rob from Peter
to pay Paul
And that’s not all

We might have ourselves a picnic
We might end up on the moon
They might even name a planet after me
If they ask you any questions
go ahead and tell the truth
If we have to, we can plead insanity
If it’s good enough for you, it works for me

Gonna wake the dead
Get ’em on their feet
We’re gonna form an army
Gonna plant a tree

Gonna rob from Peter
to pay Paul
Yeah, that’s not all

We might have ourselves a picnic
We might end up on the moon
They might even make a martyr out of me
And if they ask you any questions
Go ahead and tell the truth
If we have to, we can plead insanity
If it’s good enough for you, it works for me

We might have ourselves a picnic
We might wind up on the moon
We might even give ourselves the third degree
And if they ask you any questions
Go ahead and tell the truth
If we have to, we can plead insanity
If it’s good enough for you, it works for me

Written by Chuck Prophet and klipschutz

First time I saw you, I knew you’s gonna be trouble
Then you turned and walked away and I saw them bubbles
Right then and there I knew you’s gonna be a situation
You look as fine as a hundred ninety-nine tooth comb
Want you to keep me up until the cows come home
Wanna take you straight to the dome I’m feeling, infatuation


Can’t control my breathing, can’t stay calm
Your body’s hotter than a brothel in Guam
Put that loving on me, it goes off like a bomb, it’s detonation
Ain’t no doubt about it girl, you’re a situation
Ever since the day that we met
Wanna get you wet, wanna make you sweat
Wanna make them walls in the room drip with precipitation
Girl, I’m trying to tell you now we got a situation


Climb up on top, don’t ever stop
Let it build up, then let it drop
Just let me be your lollipop, taste that sweet sensation
Girl, I’m trying to tell you now that you’re a situation

Songwriter-Sturgill Simpson

B.B. I love B.B., and this may send me down a B.B. King rabbit hole this month. Still digging John Lee Hooker from last month, but may as well stay with the legends.

Was able to see B.B. in NYC, N’Awlins, Australia…..

The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
The thrill is gone, baby
The thrill is gone away
You know you done me wrong, baby
You’ll be sorry someday

Thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away from me
Thrill is gone, baby
The thrill is gone away from me
Although, I’ll still live on baby
But so lonely I’ll be

Thrill is gone
Thrill is gone away for good
All the thrill is gone baby
It’s gone away for good
Someday I know I’ll be open-armed baby
Just like I know, I know I should

I’m free now, baby
I’m free from your spell
Oh, free, free, free now, baby
Baby, I’m free from your spell
Now that it’s all over
All that I can do is wish you well

Songwriters: Rick R. Darnell / Roy Hawkins

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Well when I was a young boy
I used to slip away
Down to the ashgrove
To hear the old blues men play
There was Big Joe and Lightnin’
And Reverend Gary too
Well I’d sit and stare and dream
Of doin’ what they could do.

Well it’s been thirty years since the ashgrove burned down
And I’m out on this highway travelin’ town to town
Tryin’ to make a livin’	
Tryin’ to pay the rent
Tryin’ to figure out where my life went.

I wanna go back to the ashgrove
That’s where I come from
I wanna go back to the ashgrove
That’s where I belong.

Well you don’t have to go searchin’
Pretend to put on airs
‘Cause the blues are gonna find you someday, somewhere
Now my mother’s gone
Now my father’s gone
And all the old blues men have all passed on
And I’m out on this highway travelin’ town to town 
Settin’ up my gear and then I’m tearin’ it down 
Turnin’ up my guitar
Standin’ on the stage
I’m just tryin’ to raise the ghosts up out of their graves.

I wanna go back to the ashgrove
That’s where I come from 
Yeah I wanna go back to the ashgrove
That’s where I belong.

Well I can’t say I been all sinner
Can’t say I been all saint
I’ve done some good deeds and I’ve made big mistakes
I been in and out of love
Said words I regret
I been drunk, been sober
Smoked too many cigarettes
And I’m out on this highway travelin’ town to town
And the news on the radio just brings me down
Intolerance and fear
Ignorance and lies
It’s the same old same old I heard a million times
And I’m thinkin’ of friends and lovers
And how they come and go
Like look-alike houses on the side of the road
Full of everyday people tryin’ to get ahead
Tryin’ to find a reason just to get out of bed
‘Cause we all need somethin’ just to get us through
Well I’m gonna play the blues tonight man
‘Cause that’s what I do.

I’m goin’ back to the Ashgrove
That’s where I come from
I’m goin’ back to the Ashgrove
That’s where I belong.

Runnin’ through this business of life
Raisin’ sand if I’m needed to.
Ain’t so funny when things ain’t feelin’ right.
Then daddy’s hand helps to see me through.
Sweet as sugar, love won’t wash away.
Rain or shine, it’s always here to stay.
All these years you and I’ve spent together.
All this, we just couldn’t stand the weather.

Like a train that stops at every station,
We all deal with trials and tribulations.
Fear hangs the fellow that ties up his years.
Entangled in yellow and cries all his tears.
Changes come before we can grow.
Learn to see them before we’re too old.
Don’t just take me for tryin’ to be heavy.
Understand, it’s time to get ready for the storm.

Songwriters: Stevie Ray Vaughan

In America, it is the 1st of April….Life is Easy….now go watch Donald Trump talk to the nation…..Happy Passover….Happy Easter….War Is Over???

The water is poisonous
The government’s treasonous
There’s chemtrails in the sky and we’re all breathing it
The border is porous
The billionaires bore us
They’re burning down the trees to build a new forest

Yeah the crabs in the pot will try to pull you down
And the folks you thought were friends can start to bum you out
But the gears all work together if they’re greasy
If you let it be
Life is easy

The heat is horrible
The poison’s pourable
They got depression on demand and now it’s storable
The pinball’s tilty
The judge is guilty
Everything I ever loved is now trying to kill me

Yeah the crabs in the pot will try to pull you down
And the folks you thought were friends can start to bum you out
The gears all work together if they’re greasy
But if you let it be
Life is easy

The TV says the bombs are gonna fall
Everybody run for cover from it all
Then I walked outside, the birds were singing songs

The bully’s teasing us
No one’s pleasing us
They’re lighting up the grill and tryin’ to season us
But we’re all eating up
The shit they’re feeding us
They’re selling us the blood while they’re all bleeding us

Yeah the crabs in the pot will try to pull you down
And the folks you thought were friends can start to bum you out
But the gears all work together if they’re greasy
But if you let it be
Life is easy
But if you let it be
Life is easy
If you let it be
Life is easy

Ain’t life grand, Steve?
It sure is buddy

Songwriters: Steve Poltz / Christopher John Gelbuda / Andy Fransco

Wake up again in a old motel, is it somewhere different I can’t tell
Every set of curtains opens to the open road
And I’m missing you like hell, this van is like a prison cell
And I know you have gone with her and I can’t go back home

I’ve been American dreaming, ooo
I’m American dreaming, ooo
I’m American dreaming, ooo
But, I never seem to get no rest

I should get some rest today then pack my bags, be on my way
But my minds always working on the way it could have been
Trying to tow a tight rope line, find a way to feel half fine
Without drowning in this wine, and calling you again

I’ve been American dreaming, ooo
I’m American dreaming, ooo
I’m American dreaming, ooo
But, I never seem to get no rest

I’m losing touch with all my friends, the ones who remind me who I am
If I could just get back home to pick up where we left off
I’d take better care of myself, I’d stop drinking from the bottom shelf
But my old wheels keep spinning and I cannot make them stop

I’ve been American dreaming, ooo
I’m American dreaming, ooo
I’m American dreaming, ooo
But, I never seem to get no rest

So, I get back home and try to be someone that’s something like me
But, I’ve forgotten all my angels out here in the wind
Sitting out here with my mind I meditate to pass the time
But there’s something inside setting sail all over again

Ooo, ooo
Ooo, ooo

I’ve been American dreaming, ooo
I’m American dreaming, ooo
I’m just American dreaming, ooo
But, I never seem to get no rest

Oh, I’m American dreaming, ooo
I’m American dreaming, ooo
I’m American dreaming, ooo
But, I never seem to get no rest

Songwriter-Sierra Ferrell

April Fools’ Day is coming America….

This is an appropriate day for the Cheeseburger In Chief to address the American people. I cannot wait to hear what bullshit comes out of his pie hole.

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Today, the construction of his great, beautiful ballroom that no one ever wanted has been put on hold by the courts. Fuck You, Donald. We will have to re-build it after you get thrown out of office.

Also today, he had this to say in the Oval Office as he signed an executive order that makes it more difficult to vote by mail. I am sure that will be contested in court.

Your guess is as good as mine what the Orange Skin Peel will say on April 1 from The White House. I doubt he will use the word SURRENDER…but it sure looks that way.

Simply, for the last 30 days, he has been killing children and civilians, along with the help of BiBi the Evil Clown. People have been attacked and murdered in Lebanon and Iran, and other locales have been hit because of the military bases we have scattered all over the Middle East.

https://open.qobuz.com/playlist/59272326 Qobuz Playlist

Iran does not seem to be backing down.

The Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps threatened Tuesday to target American tech and defence companies operating in the Middle East if the U.S. and Israel continue to target Iranian leadership.

In a statement released by the government-backed Tasnim News Agency, the IRGC said retaliatory attacks could begin as early as Wednesday evening and advised employees and residents living within a 1-kilometre radius of the U.S.-owned facilities to evacuate the area. The companies include Cisco, HP, Intel, Oracle, Microsoft, Apple, Google, Meta, IBM, Dell, Palantir, Nvidia, Tesla and Boeing, among others. (Politico).

For all we know, the Orange Spray Painted Fool On The Hill may launch a nuclear weapon, send combat troops into Iran to get the nuclear dust, or he may just say that he is bored with the War and has to focus on the ballroom.

The man is totally insane. There does not seem to be any unconditional surrender. He has screwed up oil delivery, the global supply chain, and the global economy for some time now. This will reverberate for months….or longer.

Taco man is walking away, leaving a mess… for the world, and his face awash with chicken tacos once again. He should be impeached. He should be in hospice. He needs 24/7 daily care. If he were your grandparent, you would be worried and want 24/7 care. Actually, there is always his Press Secretary or a Cabinet Member with him, so he is in care by his other billionaires.

He is the President Of The United States. Historically, he will be known as the worst.

I thought it was April 1st in Amercia when I saw this today:

March Madness is gone. April will bring us more insanity, and I will leave that here.

This past month saw me delving into the following:

New Records Worth Your Listen

Cordovas-Back To Life-Not their best album in my ears, but it is still a fine record and worth your time.

Garret T Cappps-I Still Love an Antone-He is the new Texan Cosmic Cowboy taking the title from Doug Sahm.

William Crighton-Colonial Drift-Crighton has put out an Australian masterpiece with this recording. Inspired by this land, the land that was colonised, but still holds the stories and the natural beauty of the original owners. Check it out.

James Hunter Six-Off The Fence-Hunter’s smooth retro R&B. James Hunter is joined by Van The Man on one track and this is another classy Dan Auerbach production.

Tedeschi Trucks Band-Future Soul-More studio things from TTB. I love this band and look forward to hearing these songs LIVE. It’s a ‘live thing’ as someone I love told me.

Been delving into some old John Lee Hooker records, solo and from sessions in Detroit wth the Motown crew; Alive by Jeffrey Martin, a beautiful live set if you missed his recent visit to these shores; Sturgill Simpson’s-A Sailors Guide To Earth; and some of the Imaginational Anthem Volumes released on the Tompkins Square Label that showcase some brilliant acoustic guitarists.

Dave’s Picks Volume 43 Late 1969 Family Dog, and Dallas was my Live Dead for the month.

Duwayne Burnside released his Red Rooster album in December 2025. I just found it, and it has been getting some plays. That led me down a path leading to Jimmy “Duck” Holmes 2006 record Back To Bentonia. More Mississipi stuff!

And one other new release you might want to visit:
Keep Me In Your Heart-The Songs OF Warren Zevon-Covers showcasing the amazing songs of Warren and how timeless they are. Some covers are good, some meh. Worth a listen.

Some other tracks that caught my ears this month fill out the waitlist….

Music keeps me sane during these insane times. Enjoy the playlist!

Warren was a great live act….caught him about 6 x….including The Bridge Hotel in Rozelle, NSW, in 1992, Caderone Concert Hall in Hempstead, and The Palladium in NYC a couple of times.

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Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watching the puddles gather rain
And all I can do
Is just pour some tea for two
And speak my point of view
But it’s not sane
It’s not sane

I just want someone to say to me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I’ll always be there when you wake, yeah, yeah
You know I’d like to keep my cheeks dry today, hey
So stay with me and I’ll have it made (I’ll have it made)

And I don’t understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there’s no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it’s a great escape
Escape
Escape
Escape

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
You don’t like my point of view and I’m insane
It’s not sane
It’s not sane

I just want someone to say to me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I’ll always be there when you wake, yeah, yeah
You know I’d like to keep my cheeks dry today, hey
So stay with me and I’ll have it made

I’ll have it made (I’ll have it made)
And I’ll have it made (I’ll have it made)
Oh no, no
You know we’re really gonna
Really gonna have it made
You know we’ll have it made

Songwriters: Brad Smith / Thomas Stevens / Shannon Hoon / Glen Graham / Christopher Thorn

Larry Love, do you remember when I came upon you in that place of suffering in the Valley of Darkness? I took away all your pain and put love in your cold, cold heart. And from that day forward told you to go out and spread my word through music, sweet, pretty, country-acid-house music. Well that day Larry, you not only joined my church, you embraced my whole philosophy, my whole way of life. Because remember little man, don’t you go to Goa

I believe I’m gonna shut down my chakra, shift Shiva off of my shelf
Take down my tie-dyes, my Tibetan bells
Cool down my karma with a can of O.P.T
Ain’t no call for Casteneda in my Frontline library

‘Cause there’s one thing I know, Lord above
I ain’t goin’a go
I ain’t goin’a Goa
Ain’t goin’a Goa now
I ain’t goin’a Goa
Ain’t goin’a Goa now

Yeah, people in the house

I ain’t dancing Trance, no thanks, no chance to t-t-tranquilise me
I ain’t sipping no Smart Bar drinks, yo, that don’t satisfy me
Dosing up my dharma with-a a drop of gasoline
I ain’t down with Mr McKenna, tantric mantra talking don’t move me

‘Cause there’s one thing I know, Lord above
I ain’t goin’a go
I ain’t goin’a Goa
Ain’t goin’a Goa now
I ain’t goin’a Goa
Ain’t goin’a Goa now

I don’t need no freaky-deaky fractal geometry, crystal silicone chip
I ain’t walking ‘long lay-lines, reading no High Times, put me on another bad trip
Ah well, Timothy Leary, just check out this theory, he sold acid for the FBI
Well, he ain’t no website wonder, the guru just went under, you can keep your California sunshine

Yeah, I believe you D-Wayne

‘Cause the righteous truth is there ain’t nothing worse than some fool lying on some third-world beach in spandex psychedelic trousers smoking damn dope and pretending he getting consciousness expansion. I want consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle and I sing!

I ain’t goin’a Goa
Ain’t goin’a Goa now
I ain’t goin’a Goa
Ain’t goin’a Goa now
I ain’t goin’a Goa
Ain’t goin’a Goa now
I ain’t goin’a Goa
Ain’t goin’a Goa now

Songwriters: Black, Edwards, Spragg, Marsh

Wild thing, you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing
Wild thing, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on and hold me tight
I love you

Wild thing, you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy
Wild thing

Wild thing, I think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
Come on and hold me tight
You move me

Wild thing, you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing
C’mon, c’mon, wild thing
Check it, check it, wild thing

Songwriters:Chip Taylor

There’ll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can’t bind your heart
There’s no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I see no need to take me home
I’m old enough to face the dawn

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me

Maybe the sun’s light will be dim
And it won’t matter anyhow
If morning’s echo says we’ve sinned
Well, it was what I wanted now
And if we’re victims of the night
I won’t be blinded by the light

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away
I won’t beg you to stay with me

Through the tears
Of the day
Of the years
Baby

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, darling
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, darling

Songwriters: Chip Taylor

Chip Taylor has left the building. I have followed his music career for a long time. Also, the answer to the question of who wrote these two songs was one of my favourite trivia questions.

Taylor was putting out records to the end. They were not spectacular but he was a very human performer. Chip had also been a professional gambler when he took a break from music; one of his brothers is Jon Voight, and he is the uncle of Angelina Jolie.

I think he got a lot out of his one ticket to ride. I was thinking this morning about how many human memories and moments are tied to these 2 songs.

Thanks Chip.

Here are the two most popular renditions of his songs…Welcome The Troggs….

And here we have Juice Newtown doing Angel..in a kinda dated video…

PS-This one is being sent to honour chip….so this music video of the day is in your Inbox!

No Kings Day America…..NO MORE WAR!

AATW…Bob Wills Is Still The King!

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“Look at my soul. It’s just a grain of sand in this vast ocean. You found my hand. Take me back to your land. Where can we eat the sun together?”

“Look at my soul. It’s just a grain of sand in this vast ocean. You found my hand. Take me back to your land . Where can we eat the sun together?”

I’ve been dreaming of a powerful place
Where the trees are twisted and tall
And the river runs clear as the ancient face
Staring out from the rocky wall

Black cockatoo cries
Never pretences
I know you can hear the call
Petrichor’s rising and it’s only old fences
Caught by surprise
As the rain starts to fall

Yeah it’s a beautiful country
Yeah such a powerful place
Yeah it’s a beautiful country

Here you and I are never alone, never alone

Distant stars are like old lovers
Who guide me along the track
The roar of the ocean
Stirs my emotion
Walking forward
Looking back

Oh tread gentle
Feel the cost of every step
The country is changing my thought’s rearranging
But never never never ever Forget

Yeah it’s a beautiful country
Yeah such a powerful place
Yeah its a beautiful country
Here you and I are never, never alone

I feel the river flowing
I see the morning
I hear you calling
I hear you calling

Songwriters: Clinton William Crighton / Julieanne Crighton / Luke Davison

40 years old in April of this year …video was way ahead of its time…

You could have a steam train
If you'd just lay down your tracks
You could have an aeroplane flying
If you bring your blue sky back
All you do is call me
I'll be anything you need

You could have a big dipper
Going up and down, all around the bends
You could have a bumper car, bumping
This amusement never ends

I want to be - your sledgehammer
Why don't you call my name
Oh let me be your sledgehammer
This will be my testimony

Show me round your fruitcage
'Cos I will be your honey bee
Open up your fruitcage
Where the fruit is as sweet as can be

I want to be - your sledgehammer
Why don't you call my name
You'd better call the sledgehammer
Put your mind at rest
I'm going to be - the sledgehammer
This can be my testimony
I'm your sledgehammer
Let there be no doubt about it

Sledge Sledge Sledgehammer

I've kicked the habit, shed my skin
This is the new stuff, I go dancing in, we go dancing in

Oh won't you show for me and I will show for you
Show for me, I will show for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do mean you, only you
You've been coming through
Going to build that power
Build, build up that power, hey
I've been feeding the rhythm
I've been feeding the rhythm
Going to feel that power build in you

Come on, come on, help me do
Come on, come on, help me do
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh , yeh, yeh, you
I've been feeding the rhythm
I've been feeding the rhythm
It's what we're doing, doing
All day and night