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You oughta hear the early 60s live stuff from Houston...

But what if your job is planting trees? Then you go around digging up the trees everybody else has planted. In today's fiercely competitive job market, proactivity is of the essence.

You get a day off, but you have to plant a tree. Simple as that.

Judy Clay Henry Clay James Clay

Well, I don't see it as a "problem", but yeah, you're right. It's not speaking to me in a way other than as a portrait of "white suburban angst" played by musicians who may or may not be tuned into that same feeling. I can't tell if they are or not. I'm hip to the white suburban angst thing, but frankly, I think that somebody like Nelson Riddle nails it a lot more accurately and succinctly than Tatro does here. The whole thing sounds to me like the work of somebody who understands the concept of revulsion/revolt more than he does the nature of it. That might make for an interesting "human interest study", but it leaves me wanting. I used the Geppetto analogy earlier, and I think that best summarizes my feelings about this music. I hear a creation of something desired/understood in the abstract but not in the flesh or spirit. Our mileages obviosuly vary on this one. No biggie, eh?

Dr. Smith The Smith Brothers Alias Smith & Jones

Queen Latifa Latimore Beny Moré

Pigboy Crabshaw Cowboy Copas Chicken Man (He's everywhere! He's everywhere!)

Geez, everybody's working with rappers nowadays...

Moon lives!

There once was an album called Dippin' Whose grooviness still has me flippin' The Hankster, Billy, and Lee Will set your soul free That it's not everyone's fave still has me trippin'

Raymond, Whom Everybody Loves A Clown, Whom Everybody Loves A Winner, Whom Everybody Loves (Especially when he's thinner. But who gives a damn for losers?))

Shit.

The Pink Panther The Black Panthers The Carolina Panthers

Well, yeah. No doubt. Can't say that I can blame him.

Jerry Rice Don Hutson Garth Hudson

So this is all this music has to offer, the versions on this album? Ok, alright then. Guess you had to be there.

Rod's got more records than you and me put together. Rod's my buddy too.

Eva Braun Ava Gardner Iva Bittová

Now, that one sucks.

Who's you buddy, who's your pal?

Dammit AllenLowe, every freakin' time I get ready to buy your stuff, some surprise financial shit pops up and puts the kibosh on it. Today it was $1500.00 worth of unexpected repairs on one of our cars (the American one, of course...). Save me one of each, please, and let me surprise myself by ordering it without telling myself. Maybe then the jinx will stay gone away. And hey - happy Larbor Day. I'm taking the day off to plant a tree in your honor!

Much love & hope sent out to a real voice of soul. Now's not the time to be checking out.