Local Tempe sonic hero, Glochids provides the proper alignment of bells, a huge drum, and a goblet of water to delay the onset of Arizona’s “but it’s a dry heat,” summer. Please adjust your stereo and listen. If enough of us tune in, we may just end up with a beach front property.
Last night wandering Covington / Newport blues bar scenes dodging schizophrenic trumpet players and men in uniform with their faced jerked into diesel smiles and salmon teeth, all for a beer and a piano for my father. Ended up at the Mansion Hill Tavern, where I have memories of being a kid breathing, just below the burned tobacco clouds trying to work up a drink as bands played.
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Pasta jazz
Street Recordings in Louisville
Recorded at Ray’s Monkey House, rotating jazz band. First clip is a random duo on the street where motorcycle mama’s were exchanging gas from the intestines of their harley’s. Random sex offers and telephone numbers, while kids push their acoustic guitars in the faces of meandering families.
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