Apr 8, 2014

Getaway Car (Small-Batch Fiction No. 49)

And on she drove – north to Memphis or south through time, she could not say.

The tape played a stretch of leaving songs. It played “Down the Dirt Road Blues” by Charley Patton and “Down the Road A Piece,” the Jerry Lee Lewis version. All the best songs were leaving songs, it seemed to Ivy. Or hurting songs – there were lots of good ones of those. Life was hard and life hurt and you had to drive fast and drive far, Ivy thought, to get clear of it. When the rains came and the world ended, you’d have to float hard and paddle fast. There was no end to it. A hearse, she thought, was nothing but one more getaway car.

Now Billie Holiday sang “One More for My Baby (And One More for the Road),” and then a band she liked, the Long Gone Daddies, sang,

I’m gone, I’m gone
I’m three days late
I’m a tectonic shift
with stolen plates

-- from a novel in digress, "Strange Things Happening Every Day"

Apr 4, 2014

Moonshine & Mercy (More songs about the mysteries of life)

I went to the river, couldn’t get across
I jumped on your papa ’cause I thought he was a horse
And I rode him over, give him a Coca-Cola
Lemon soda, saucer of ice cream
It takes soap and water for to keep it clean

-- "Keep It Clean," Charley Jordan

1. "Walk Right In," Bill Harvey & His Orchestra
2. "Beautician Blues," B.B. King
3. "Moonshine Minnie," Charlie Rich
4. "New Orleans Stop Time," Memphis Minnie
5. "Sophisticated Cissy," The Meters
6. "Yes We Can," Lee Dorsey
7. "Cherry Ball Blues," Ry Cooder
8. "Fat Man in the Bathtub," Little Feat
9. "Kassie Jones," James Luther Dickinson
10. "Keep It Clean," Charley Jordan
11. "A Spoonful Blues," Charley Patton
12. "The Mystery of Number Five," Jimmie Rodgers
13. "Mystery Train," Little Junior Parker
14. "Get With It," Charlie Feathers
15. "Mercy," Petunia & The Vipers
16. "Honey Now," Gillian Welch
17. "Odds n' Ends," David Rawlings, Gillian Welch and the Old Crow Medicine Show
18. "Minglewood Blues," Old Crow Medicine Show
19-20. "Rootie Tootie" and "Honky Tonk Blues," Hank Williams

Yeah, now, Moonshine Minnie wear a fuzzy dress
made from a nanny goat's hair
and every Saturday night
she gets a-feeling just right
And does the twist with a grizzly bear

-- "Moonshine Minnie," Charlie Rich

Apr 1, 2014

Days of 78: "Long Gone Lonesome Blues"

And here it is Tuesday
ain't had no news
I got them long
but not forgotten blues

-- "Long Gone Lonesome Blues," Hank Williams

It’s the song I was playing when I met Jimmy Lee. That was in New York, the inevitable city. I’d left my small, gray city for the big, silver one. I’d set up on a sidewalk, outside a bar called the Punk Cadillac. I played two Hank Williams weepers, an old Memphis blues, and that one of my own. I played loud and stomped feet. It was Cassie and me and a jangling of coins in a soft bed of dollar bills. When I finished, I looked up and there was Jimmy Lee Vine, standing there and shaking his head, saying if I wanted to make noise enough for two people what I needed was another person. He said he played electric guitar. I said, “Hell, you mean they make ones that plug in?” We introduced ourselves, shook hands, slapped backs – brothers in song, already. We walked inside the bar and drank eighteen dollars and change worth of beer, the box-office take of my little sidewalk show. We almost got drunk, on empty stomachs like we had.

-- from "Long Gone Daddies," (John F. Blair, Publisher)

Mar 25, 2014

Cheatham (Small-Batch Fiction No. 201)

I can't say your name
without a crow flying by

-- "The Way It Will Be," Gillian Welch

“I don’t think he did it,” Emmaline says, though in fact she does. She just wants to keep Cheatham on the table as the topic of conversation. Otherwise, they might talk about any mundane thing, about the boys’ ballgames – colleges across the Southeast want Ben, the oldest, to play linebacker for their football teams – or about the mother’s pies, which take prizes on the county level, or the father might tell about that time that …

“They never found the body.” Ben, coveting a third helping of mashed potatoes, says it as a diversionary tactic.

“They dragged the river,” says Daniel, who has a touch more curiosity about the world, about the way it works, than Ben and Georgie. There is but a touch of curiosity among those three, but the others have no interest in the stuff – Ben would happily trade his for mashed potatoes and Georgie his for dime-matinee tales of horses and gunplay – and so Daniel, with that touch of curiosity all to himself, wonders what a dragging of the river might dredge up: bodies of men no one even knew were missing! Old Chevrolets! Catfish the size of a johnboat!
“I wish I’d been there to see it,” he says. “A boy at school, he said his daddy helped, said they dragged up the skeleton of a horse and an old school-band tuba and a man chained to the bumper of a pickup truck, but it wasn’t any of that having to do with the convict Cheatham and so they put it back. Let the river have what was the river’s, the boy said his daddy told him.”

-- from a story called "Cheatham"

Mar 19, 2014

Days of 78: "Strange Things Happening Every Day"

If you want to view the climb
You must learn to quit your lyin

-- "Strange Things Happening Every Day," Sister Rosetta Tharpe

Crossing into Coahoma County, she came upon a little country crossroads. There she stopped. She did not see Satan, prince of darkness, in his pinstripes and spats, drumming up some of his dirty business, or Robert Johnson, King of the Delta Blues Singers, strumming his blue guitar and singing about hellhounds and hot tamales, dead shrimp and kitchen sex with some dusky gal. She cut the engine and listened to that sad Mississippi morning, to the stir and creak of the coming day. She thought Jesus might then appear, from up the road a piece. But no. She gave him some more time, but still nothing. It would not be like Jesus to keep a regular schedule, like a train. We know not when the hour; Jesus was not the Delta Limited.

She cranked the engine and drove straight through the crossroads. She steered with her thumbs and dreamed the dreams of a wide-awake woman, full grown, with the end of it all on her mind.

-- from a novel in digress, "Strange Things Happening Every Day"

Mar 18, 2014

From Smoky Row to Sodom (Tales of Untamed Memphis from Federal Writers' Project of the Works Progress Administration)

Well, I never been to Chicago
but it must be a mighty fine place
I couldn't get past Tennessee
with Mississippi all over my face
I'm going to Memphis
Mmmm, I'm going to Memphis

-- "I'm Going to Memphis," Johnny Cash

I found this book at an estate sale, a mile or so from my house. It looked old and so I picked it up to check the cover, which I could scarcely make out. And then: "Tennessee -- An American Guide Series." Turned out to be a guide to the state by the Federal Writers' Project of the Works Progress Administration, from 1939. I knew Zora Neale Hurston had worked on the WPA writers' project in Florida, and Eudora Welty in Mississippi, so I snatched it up, along with Proust's "Remembrance of Things Past" in a 1937 edition, and a slew of old 78s from the likes of Hank Williams, Red Foley, and Sister Rosetta Tharpe.

I don't know who wrote the Tennessee guide book -- the credits include editors and all the experts who weighed in on the manuscript, but there's not a word about the writer, or writers, that I've found.

That's a shame, because I'd like to shout their names. I spent last Saturday afternoon on the screened porch listening to those old 78s -- from Hank's "You Win Again" to Bill Nettles and His Dixie Blue Boys' "Hadacol Boogie" -- and reading a history of a Memphis that was even wilder, more fraught and untamed than I knew. I knew about the Pinch District and why it was called that, but I'd never heard about how the "Pinchites called South Memphis 'Sodom' because of its alleged wickedness." I didn't know about how "David Crockett, on a political tour, gave a moonlight whisky party on the river bank, one of the wildest drunken brawls ever thrown on the bluff." I didn't know about how the river changed course and split President's Island, washing out a graveyard and a saloon, both: "Coffins and barrels of liquor floated downstream together."

Mar 11, 2014

The Meanest Man on Dry Land (Small-Batch Fiction No. 11)

I'm stirring my brandy with a nail, boys
Stirring my brandy with a nail

-- "Get Behind the Mule," Tom Waits

He stepped outside the shack and stood on the porch. He wore nothing but a red union suit, haphazardly buttoned. He was barefoot, and his toes hung over the edge of the porch. He looked half animal, a beak of nose and feet like claws, but you would have given him scant odds at flight, for he had a bear’s torso and limbs and a bear’s way of moving. He stood and looked as a bear might, with a bear’s eyes that could bore holes through whatever it was looking at, to see the future itself, tragic times to come, run boys, hie yourselves to higher ground.

The wind came in swirls, as if it could not make up its mind which direction to take. The puddles in the front yard had become ponds; soon they would be vast bodies of water that commanded names. The sky was the color of bourbon-barrel char.

He puffed on his morning cigar and then took it from his mouth and tapped it; the wind spread its ashes. They swirled briefly before his eyes, and he thought of the dead. He puffed again on his cigar, blew smoke in the face of all that was coming for him.

“Too wet to plow,” he said, turning to go back inside the shack. “Like I’d fucking plow.”

-- from an unfinished story

Mar 6, 2014

Trucker cap for a crown

Coffee. Writing. Drive-By Truckers singing, "Put your cigarette out and get your hat back on / Don’t mix up which is which / They don’t pay you enough to work / Well, they don’t pay me enough to bitch."

It's from the new record, "English Oceans." The sticker on the cover quotes Stereogum calling DBT "the greatest extant American rock and roll band." Who uses the word "extant," is what I want to know? I mean, and in a rock and roll context? What I really want to know, though, is what American rock and roll band is or was better? Yep, I'm ready to give the boys the title. Summon what names you can -- Velvet Undergound? Ramones? Talking Heads? REM? Byrds? Allman Brothers? Big Star? Replacements? Lynyrd Skynyrd? Los Lobos? Hüsker Dü? Cheap Trick? Any other I'm leaving out? -- but I don't see anybody beating the Truckers' body of work: a string of tough, smart, sad, funny, wise, sweet, violent records about heathens and assholes, dark souls and true believers. They're Southern as hell but not hicks. They don't pose or slouch or mumble, or lots of the other things bands do, sometimes, to show you how deep or knowing or hip they fucking are. They write grown-up songs about trying to make your way in a world with a mean streak and a board in its hand, just to wallop you with when you think you've gotten one step ahead.

"Greatest American Rock and Roll Band Ever" is something of a dubious honor, I know. It feels like I'm handing the boys a trucker cap to wear, instead of a crown. When you think of the greatest rock and roll bands, ever, the giants tend to be British, right? Rolling Stones, Beatles, Who, Led Zep, Kinks. (Or British Isles, in the case of U2, a band you might still want in the conversation, but don't on my account). I'd vote for the Band -- the most American band, ever, though only one-fifth American. My theory is that Americans can't get along with each other well enough to stick together, whereas the British are somehow wired to solider on together even if they hate each other. That's just a theory, but look at the evidence.

Anyway: The new Drive-By Truckers record is damn fine and you should get yourself to a record store and buy the thing. Play it loud. There are a couple of political songs and an epic called "Grand Canyon" and tons of moments that are just-plain-good DBT.
Rolling Stone, of course, gives it three-and-a-half stars. Rolling Stone gives everything three-and-a-half stars. I could break the Edge's guitar over Bono's head, record it and release it, and Rolling Stone would give it three-and-a-half stars.

Mar 4, 2014

Fat Tuesday with the Zulu Social Aid and Pleasure Club

Tuesday morning. Coffee and writing on this Fat Tuesday. Son Volt singing, "Never seem to get far enough, staying in between the lines." The coconut is from the Krewe of Zulu's Mardi Gras parade of 2006, the first after Katrina. My photographer friend Lance and I were in the middle of the parade, covering the thing for the newspaper. Beautiful people, in the Zulu Social Aid and Pleasure Club. Good times, for all the scars and sadness we paraded past. Sometimes that's all you can do with with scars and sadness -- parade past them, lest you crumple to the ground, give up. Parade past, maybe write a song. Songs endure -- good ones do. Scars heal and sadness passes, but songs endure. And you don't need too much of an excuse for a parade.

Coffee and writing. Son Volt singing, "Catching an all-night radio station, somewhere in Louisiana. It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven."

Mar 1, 2014

Hanksgiving (More songs about honky tonks, high water, and hanging it on the wall)

I don’t walk through the valley alone
I always pray to Saint Joey Ramone

-- "The Straight Mile," Barton Carroll

Hank Williams said it best
He said it a long time ago
"Unless you have made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw"

-- "Hank Williams Said It Best," Guy Clark

I got a cravin' love for blazing speed
Got a hopped-up Mustang Ford
Jump into the wagon, love, throw your panties overboard

-- "High Water (For Charley Patton)," Bob Dylan

What was it Hank Williams said about God moving the pen in his hand? Ivy wondered if Hank meant just the sacred songs, or was God collecting royalties on “Mind Your Own Business” and “Move It On Over,” too?”

-- from my novel in digress, "Strange Things Happening Every Day"

1. "Long Gone Lonesome Blues," Hank Williams
2. "Hank Williams Said It Best," Guy Clark
3. "High Water (For Charley Patton)," Bob Dylan
4. "Hang It On the Wall," Charley Patton
5. "The Straight Mile," Barton Carroll
6. "Mama's Boy," Ramones
7. "The Return of Jackie and Judy," Tom Waits
8. "Down There By the Train," Johnny Cash
9. "Get Behind the Mule," John Hammond
10. "Way Down in the Hole," Blind Boys of Alabama
11. "Alabama Pines," Jason Isbell and The 400 Unit
12-14. "Tennessee Border," "Cherokee Boogie" and "Honky Tonk Blues," Hank Williams
15-18. "Rural Route," "Kerosene," "Trailer Mama" and "Gas Girl," Bottle Rockets
19-20. “Mind Your Own Business” and “Move It On Over,” Hank Williams

Well, I left my home down on the rural route
I told my folks I'm going stepping out
and get the Honky Tonk Blues

-- "Honky Tonk Blues," Hank Williams

Feb 21, 2014

Blues in the bottle (More songs about the drinking class)

She'd rather drink whiskey
than to eat a Southern-cooked meal

-- "Juice Head Baby," Charlie Rich

Across one table, two old men played knock poker over highballs, and at another table not far away, another old man sat alone with his beer in a short glass, holding a Daily Racing Form at arm’s length and frowning at the thing, as if reading unfortunate news in an unfamiliar language. There was a couple kissing across the table in a booth near the door; they were working on a pitcher of draft. That row of booths was otherwise empty, as was the other row of booths, running along the back wall and ending at the jukebox. The jukebox sang hard country – blood, fiddles, dirt, home, broken things.

-- from my novel, "Poor Boy, Long Way From Home"

1. "Somebody Buy Me a Drink," David Johansen & The Harry Smiths
2. "Juice Head Baby," Charlie Rich
3. "Streams of Whiskey," The Pogues
4. "Give Me a Pig's Foot and a Bottle of Beer," Frankie 'Half-Pint' Jaxon
5. "Hide the Whiskey (Blues for the Colonel)," Jack Rose
6. "Learning to Drink Whiskey," Doug & Telisha Williams
7. "Whiskey Girl," Gillian Welch
8. "There Stands the Glass," Gal Holiday & the Honky Tonk Revue
9. "Goin' to a Party," Alabama Shakes
10. "I Was Drunk," Alejandro Escovedo
11-12. "Drink 'Til We're Gone" and "Kiss the Bottle," Lucero

13. "Why Henry Drinks," Drive-By Truckers
14. "Bottle in My Hand," Hayes Carll
15. "Blues in the Bottle," Holy Modal Rounders

Don't wanna punch a clock
or kiss no one's ass
Work is the curse
of the drinking class

-- "Work is the Curse," Oakland Wine Drinkers Union

Feb 17, 2014

Coffee and writing and listening to a band named after a Barry Hannah short story (Rolling into battle with Water Liars)

This is the blues, played on a single strand of broom wire.
This happened, just not yet.

-- from my story, "City upon a Bluff"

Coffee. Writing. Water Liars singing from their new record,

My sisters were the heavens
My brothers were the depths
Now I'm rolling into battle with a smoke between my lips

I'm not really writing. That's the easy part. I'm editing -- or unwriting, as I've come to call it. Cutting, is another word for it. Cutting is writing, I like to say.

It's a short story, one I started probably six or eight years ago and have been trying to finish ever since. I pick it up and start over with the thing, try for some momentum. If you're jumping off a cliff, you at least ought to give yourself a fighting chance at flying. The story has been called "High Water Everywhere" and "The Floods" and "I Feel Like Going Home," and now "City Upon a Bluff." Unless it's "Her Better Devils." See, I can't even settle on a title, much less finish the damn thing.

Except, I have. I finished writing it, finally, partly (mostly) because I have a (sort of) deadline. So the thing's written. Now, to cut and shape, to edit, rearrange, cut some more, hack and burn. Now, to unwrite.

Feb 9, 2014

The Bless-You Sessions (More songs about pagan angels and pure religion)

There’s a light on Sunday
A new old desire
The sound of the whistle ’cross radio wires
Love in your future
I’ll wait for you there
With 50,000 watts of common prayer

-- "50,000 Watts of Common Prayer," Rosanne Cash

" ... make me a mystic, immediately."

-- "A Prayer Journal," Flannery O'Connor

“The devil is real,” Ivy’s mama said now, as if she might have been reading her girl’s thoughts, as if doubts and wonderings were visible things, dust mites in the air or house flies a-buzzing.

“I know, Mama. And Jesus, he’s a mighty good leader.”

“Don’t you mock,” her mama said. “You need to get right, girl. You need to get you some of that old-time religion.” She about broke into song, the way she said it.

Religion, Ivy thought. Why couldn’t they just stop at faith? You could keep faith in your pocket, like a lucky stone or that one quarter she had from her girlhood, smashed by the Chickasaw & Arkansas passenger train as it left Memphis for points west. Nobody even had to know it was in there. Ivy Coldwater didn’t have much faith, but it was hers and she kept it close.

“Oh me of little faith,” she said.

-- from a work in digress, "Strange Things Happening"

1. "Run to the Rock," The Supreme Angels
2. "Wrapped Up, Tied Up, Tangled Up," Rev. Cleophus Robinson
3. "God Don't Never Change," Blind Willie Johnson
4. "Property of Jesus," Bob Dylan
5. "50,000 Watts of Common Prayer," Rosanne Cash
6. "Lord Have Mercy" and "I Am the Resurrection," John Fahey
7-8. "All I Want is The Pure Religion" and "See That My Grave is Kept Clean," Blind Lemon Jefferson
9. "Devil in the Lion's Den," Sam Collins
11. "Dust on the Bible," Stanley Brothers
12. "I'm Not Afraid to Die," Gillian Welch
13-15. "Blessed Assurance," "The Night I Learned How Not to Pray," and "Let the Mystery Be," Iris DeMent
16. "Wish I Was in Heaven Sitting Down," R.L. Burnside
17. "Pagan Angel and a Borrowed Car," Iron & Wine
18. "Jesus Hits Like An Atom Bomb," Pilgrim Travelers
19. "Jesus is My Air-O-Plane," Mother McCollom
20. "Snap a Finger, Jesus," Ralph Stanley
21. "Jesus Christ with Signs Following," the Gourds
22. "Too Much Sex (Too Little Jesus)," Drive-By Truckers
23. "Plastic Jesus," Gal Holiday and the Honky Tonk Revue
24. "Jesus & Elvis," Greg Brown
25. "Personal Jesus," Johnny Cash
26. "Down to the River to Pray," Alison Krauss
27-30. "Jesus is Waiting," "Here I Am (Come and Take Me)," "Love & Happiness," and "Take Me to the River," Al Green

Jan 24, 2014

The Heart-on- a-String Sessions (More songs about bottlenecks and bleeding fingers)

Some say he once killed a man with a guitar string

-- "Black Wings," Tom Waits

The only girl a boy can trust is his guitar

-- "My Best Girl," Lucero

“He’ll do you wrong, Sara.” He had just enough wine and courage in him now. “He’ll be out the door first chance, heading south or somewhere.”

“He’ll take me with him. We’ll go together.”

“The three of you.”

“If I can’t win out over a box of pine, I’ll go home and stay.”

“I don’t think they’re made of pine. You’re thinking of a casket. Guitars are made of, I don’t know. Birch or something.”

Souse laughed for no reason but that he’d had enough wine to laugh. He ran a hand across Sara’s cheek. It felt warm. He leaned in and kissed her there. She turned to him then, full lips.

-- "Long Gone Daddies," John F. Blair, Publisher

A Friday-night playlist, dedicated to my St. Blues two-strong, candy-tin guitar.

1. "Red Guitar," Cassandra Wilson
2. "Come On In My Kitchen," Guitar Slim
3. "Bottleneck Blues," Blind Willie Johnson
4. "Guitar Blues," Lonnie Johnson
5-6. "Dixie Pig Bar-B-Q Blues" and "Layla," John Fahey
7-8. "Lick Mountain Ramble" and "Tree in the Valley," Jack Rose

9-10. "Devil in the Lion's Den" and "Yellow Dog Blues," Sam Collins
11. "Put Your Guitars Where Your Mouth Is," Wrinkle Neck Mules
12. "Real Live Bleeding Fingers & Broken Guitar Strings," Lucinda Williams
13. "Black Wings" Tom Waits
14. "My Best Girl," Lucero
15. "Heart on a String," Jason Isbell and The 400 Unit

Jan 21, 2014

Yoknapatawpha, mama (Where it's at)

My friend John was long and tall
He liked to read books and drink alcohol
Talked of a place that wasn't on no map
Said, 'I don't know where it is
but I do know where it's at
It's called Yoknapatawpha

-- "Yoknapatawpha," Delta Joe Sanders

Sixteen songs with titles that sound like they could be Faulkner short stories (A Tuesday playlist):

1. "Muddy Hymnal," Iron & Wine
2. "Wild Old Dog," Patty Griffin
3. "Live Oak," Jason Isbell
4. "Ancient Youth," John Moreland
5. "Country Darkness," Elvis Costello & the Imposters
6. "Dark was the Night (Cold was the Ground)," Blind Willie Johnson
7. "I Feel Like Going Home," Muddy Waters
8. "Drifter's Escape," Bob Dylan
9. "Tear My Stillhouse Down," Gillian Welch
10. "Get Behind the Mule," Tom Waits
11. "The Other Side of Lonesome," Lucero
12. "Windswept Plains of Memphis," Delta Joe Sanders
13. "Jailhouse Tears," Lucinda Williams
14. "Ten Cent Pistol," the Black Keys
15. "Southern Anthem," Iron & Wine
16. "Go On Ahead and Go Home," Iris DeMent

We found your name across the chapel door
Carved in cursive with a table fork
Muddy hymnals
And some bootmarks where you'd been

-- "Muddy Hymnal," Iron & Wine

Jan 11, 2014

Sun kings and midnight moaners (More songs from Memphis about flying saucers and defrosted hearts)

Well, how come you say you will when you won't?

-- "Honey Don't," Carl Perkins

Well, you may go to college, you may go to school
You may have a pink Cadillac, but don't you be nobody's fool

-- "Baby Let's Play House," Elvis Presley

We’re going to Memphis, the sacred muck, the shining jewel of all sad backwaters. We’re going to Memphis, great lost city of sound. You can walk on whiskey in Memphis. You can bang your blue guitar.

-- from "Long Gone Daddies," John F. Blair, Publisher

A Saturday-night playlist from Memphis:
1. "Mystery Train," Little Junior's Blue Flames
2. "Come Back Baby," Doctor Ross
3. "Gospel Train," Jones Brothers
4. "Cotton Crop Blues," James Cotton
5. "Flypaper Boogie," L.B. Lawson and James Scott Jr.
6. "Rocket '88,'" Jackie Brenston and His Delta Cats
7. "Baby Let's Play House," Elvis Presley
8-9. "Elvis Presley Blues" and "Honey Now," Gillian Welch
10-11. "Honey Don't," and "Dixie Fried," Carl Perkins
12. "Carl Perkins' Cadillac," Drive-By Truckers
13. "Cadillac Man," The Jesters
14. "Red Cadillac and a Black Moustache," Bob Dylan
15. "Ubangi Stomp," Warren Smith
16. "Ubangi Stomp," John Prine
17. "Get Rhythm," Johnny Cash
18. "Johnny Cash," Fred Eaglesmith
19. "Crazy Arms," Jerry Lee Lewis
20-21. "Moanin' at Midnight" and "How Many More Years," Howlin' Wolf
22. "Who Will the Next Fool Be," Charlie Rich
23. "Defrost Your Heart," Charlie Feathers
24. "Flying Saucer Rock and Roll," Billy Riley
25. "Ooby Dooby," Roy Orbison
26. "B.B. Blues," B.B. King
27. "Gotta Let You Go," Joe Louis Hill
28. "Let's Get High," Roscoe Gordon
29. "I'm Gonna Murder My Baby," Pat Hare
30. "Feelin' Good," Little Junior's Blue Flames

Don't nobody boogie
like the Blue Flames do

-- "Feelin' Good," Little Junior's Blue Flames