Saturday, June 16, 2007

Forget Grass, OR Berry Fest

Here's some SERIOUS shit from Phil Woods and the hep cats of jazz most of you don't know nuttin about.

But watch the swaps for solo's, and Martin, dig that bass at the end.

This is stoned grooved music . . . not even 4 part chick harmony's can jive THIS stuff . ..

Pure great music . . . Phil Woods . . . dig it.

Oh, never mind the idjit Italian guy doing the Dudley Moore look alike . . .

Thursday, June 14, 2007

THIS One's For Scooter

Barring pardons and appeals, he should look GOOD in orange jumpsuits!

Monday, June 11, 2007

Sometimes, Love Don't Work Out

But what if . . . imagine the kids . .

Ok, here, run the table . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwbXVhmjHeo&mode=related&search=

Sunday, June 10, 2007

I'm Bored, Watch THIS!

"You're mumbling words
But I can't hear anymore
You're totally entertained
And I'm absolutley bored
To the sharks with your conversation
See what they say
As you're thrown overboard
And dissapear into the waves

Down to Neptune's kingdom
In the ink black drink
Octopus bartenders
You can hear the mermaids sing
That'll teach you all to try and disobey
And here's a one-way ticket to your watery grave
And we say:

To all our enemies, we'll see you in hell
We're gonna walk 'em off the plank into the wishing well
Down to Davy Jones' Locker where the fishes sleep
I won't be praying for you so don't be praying for me
To all our enemies, we'll see you in hell
We're gonna walk 'em off the plank into the wishing well
Down to Davey Jones' Locker where the fishes sleep
I won't be praying for you so don't be praying, don't be praying for me

Kill all those prisoners until their skin turns green
Let the salts of the ocean wash those skeletons clean
Raise up those oars and let them fall
As the wind steady sings you can hear the crew call

To all our enemies, I'll see you in hell
We're gonna walk 'em off the plank into the wishing well
Down to Davey Jones' Locker where the fishes sleep
Won't be praying for you so don't be praying for me
To all our enemies, I'll see you in hell
We're gonna walk 'em off the plank into the wishing well
Down to Davey Jones' Locker where the fishes sleep
I won't be praying for you, so don't be praying, don't be praying for me"

I love bluegrass . . . ;-)

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