Buy this CD!

Do you know the difference between big wood and brush? It's a question asked by the opening track of this latest collection of song-poems, and it's a question that has been burning in my mind since purchasing the CD. I think it's a thought provoking idea that is particularly fitting for an artistic endeavor such as this: do you know the difference between manufactured pop-crap and real soul-searching song craftsmanship? This collection of songs is real, as real as it gets. It represents the real dreams of real people. Every song on this collection deserves mention, but with a satisfying 28 cuts, it would be an impossible task.
The stylistic representation on the CD is vast and includes touches of soul (`City's Hospital Patients), blues (`I'm Just the Other Woman'), country/western (`I Lost My Girl to an Argentinean Cowboy'), and even a track that comes close to a free jazz improv (`Beat of the Traps'). There is also the unmistakable sound of beat poetry hidden amongst this pile of jewels (`Run Spook Run'). There are screaming wah guitars, driving bass lines, and beating rhythms. I found it impossible to keep my foot from tapping carelessly away, and I even caught myself singing a few of the catchier chorus'.
Highlights include A funky `Jimmy Carter Says Yes'; a little disco-ditty written by a man searching for Crisco in order to bake a cake so he can "disco-disco" titled `How Long Are You Staying'; and a space-themed lament to the `Blind Man's Penis'. Also present are all the usual suspects such as Gene Marshall, "Rod Rogers", and "Rod Keith".
So, if you want to know the difference between big wood and brush, buy this CD. Who knows, maybe you will be inspired and end up on the next collection of these magnificent testaments to the human spirit!

Life-affirming, gut-busting, coot-crazy nextdoor genius...

in nearly every cut.

In a perfect world, the most

popular radio station on earth

would play such fare in perpetuity.

Tears of joy will flow, control of

bladder will be lost, guaranteed,

THIS is Entertainment!

Like Grandma Moses set to music

Now if you ask me, and quite a respectable number of singing poets have over the years, then this here album is the firecracker to get your parade started down the avenue of life. If you don't know what I mean, then do yourself a favor and buy this here CD and play the third, eighth, and 20th tracks over and aover again until you see the light. This here CD is a hoot to hear and a soul searching alternative to all that empty, meaningless, machine-made pop nonsense they got on the radio these days.



Back in the day when me and Mama were still courtin', we'd turn on the radio (I usually listened to "The Hayseed" back then) and hear songs of this type all the time on the AM dial because this is what folk were singing and listening to back then . Now you might commence to thinking, and you would be excused for doing so, that the back-of-the-magazine song poem deal is kind of special and noteworthy because the robot-generated text above rattles on and on about it as if it had some kind of merit when listening to this here music, but truth be node it don't.



Yes indeed, if you want to flog a dead horse and rant on and on about the fact that this here music was composed by regular saps like you and me and put to music in some questionable studio in a strip mall in suburbia by cheesy session musicians... then I'll grant you that point, but you're missing the point if that is all you see (and hear). See, this stuff is real. This stuff is from the soul (down near the spleen) and is full of the richness of life what pop artists can't get near because they are all coated in plastic and airbrushed to blemish-free perfection. That reminds me of the time Mama commenced to have that wart removed from the side of her nose. She went at it with a pair of pliers she found out in the shed and twisted and tugged and yanked and scarred herself up nice, but that ole' wart never did come off.



Now if you want a real treat, and I reckon you do because you need this here type of music in your life on a regular basis, then go ahead on and consider this an American art form and plunk down the change and get yourself a copy because (despite the machine generated reviews that can't get past the fact that this was back-of-the-magazine-ad-music) this is truly an art form... kind of like a Grandma Moses painting... it grows on you after you pay a lot for it.