Well, life is busy in the best way possible and posting on this joint is a mere afterthought these days. However, I have been making a series of mixes for assorted folks and my own personal commute over the past couple years. An old friend, Robert Craig of Savannah, Ga, recently informed me that he had been listening to old mixes from the blog. I got to thinking that others might dig a few more I’ve made recently. Here they are.


Mix Number One

Jessica Pratt-Back, Baby

Willie Dunn-I Pity the Country

King Gizzard and the Electric Wizard-30 Past 7

Amen Dunes-Lonely Richard

Comet Gain-You Can Hide Your Love Forever

The Courtneys-90210


The Clientele-We Could Walk Together

Women-China Steps

Bright-I’m Colliding

Father’s Children-Inshallah

Leo Kottke-Watermelon

Lida Husik-California, Oregon

Normal Greenbaum-Campin’

Thinking Fellers Union Local 282-Hundreds of Years

Norman Jones-I LOve You

JJ Cale-I’ll Be There

S.E. Rogers-Love is Love

The Swirlies-No Identifier

Jeffrey Ziegler-Used to be Mine

Kendra Smith and the Guild of Temporal Adventurers-Wheel of the Law


This one is from last Christmas. It is as satisfying as the moment when the tarantula gets unleashed in Home Alone.


Ian Matthews-Keep on Sailin

Steve Harley and Cockney Rebel-Make Me Smile

Robert Carpenter-Miracle Man

Zola Jesus-Poor Animal

Ultimate Painting-Ultimate Painting

Steve Gunn-Way Out Weather

World Party-Is it Like Today

The Horrors-So Now You Know

Yumi Houma-The Brae

Parquet Quartz-Uncast Shadow of the Southern Myth

Strapping Fieldhands-Arrogant Flower

Ozark Mountain Daredevils-Colorado Song

Toni Brown-Good For You Too

Papercuts-John Brown

Bert Jansch-Lost and Gone

Teegarden and Van Winkle-Today I Left For the Big Ciy

David Kilgour-You Forget

Today’s Mood #1

November 1, 2009

Sometimes a whole album doesn’t quite lift the fingers onto my grubby keyboard. I can’t quite muster the oomph necessary to inflate my words past that one song that is slowly worming its way into my daily thoughts. Plus, sometimes I just want to say my ephemeral peace and move onto other chores in my daily agenda. Anyhow, this will be the first of a frequent series of posts devoted to a single song. If I find myself whistling it in the morn, you can be sure I will be sharing it in the eve.

Bill Fay

“Garden Song” from s/t album


Prevailing winds have blown a big ass storm into my general vicinity, so here I sit waiting for the beginning of the World Series. To be honest, the anticipation is akin to the mosquito-covered tootsies depicted above my worrisome words. However, I walked into my backyard and blankly stared at my ghetto garden as the rain nourished the weeds and I thought of this song. This is kind of ill-fitting since it romanticizes death and his subsequent burial so he can commune with roots and maggots. Dude even goes so far as to devote lyrics to his conversations with muddy critters that pick and poke at his own personal compost pile. It’s a fitting tune for this Halloween as it literally explores the old-fashioned ditty where the “worms crawl in , the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle in your snout.” Well, my father was known to take liberties with his vocal interpretations of children’s song, so I may be speaking to an empty room.

Anyhow, “Garden Song” possesses such a morbid grace. Fay eloquently waxes about the beauty of nature and the cyclical nature of our existence using a simple garden as an obvious, but effective metaphor for hippie ideals where yesterday’s ashes blossom another day. It is a song about sad conclusions and how they ultimately lead to rebirth. Fay celebrates surrender because he knows that this can only lead to a new battle tomorrow.Ha! I guess that is the reason I am anxiously awaiting the start of Phillies game in hope of late night redemption.