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Originally Posted by Not Bob
You, in contrast, are totally like the cousin who introduced me to weed and Frank Zappa ("Titties and Beer," IIRC) one fine summer afternoon in the Anvesteal Homeland.
Indeed. She don't say nothing, but baby make her blue jeans talk.
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Anvesteal? Have you been hitting the single malt? It's not all peaty, you know. Avoid stuff from Islay (although not even all of those whiskies are peaty). Macallan is not the most adventurous scotch choice, but it is still damn good, and the 18 is ridiculously smooth. The 25 is probably wasted money for you if you are not a lover of single malt. Drop in an ice cube if you must, but not in public. Some people get offended by that shit.
I assume you are fucking with me with your Dr. Hook lyrics, which I had to Google because I don't really know anything about Dr. Hook.
The first time I saw Dr. John, I was 18 or 19 and I somehow talked myself into the bar in downtown Philly where he was playing and befriended some old dudes (early 20s) who bought me beer. Dr. John was in poor health and it was questionable whether he could even play. The process of helping him onto the stage and onto the piano stool was long and agonizingly slow. But once he was sitting in front of the piano, it was as if he was reborn, and although he was alone on stage with his piano, it was like the whole bar was filled with his playing and his singing. He did a long set of roots New Orleans music, including most of Gumbo (an album I was listening to obsessively at the time) and lots of old Professor Longhair classics. Fantastic show. Anyhoo, keeping with the New Orleans theme, here is the Meters version of another New Orleans standard that may get even more play than the various Iko variations. Fire on the Bayou is the Daily Dose:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phUTCsVAKXA
