This is a hoot. And since there’s Irish in my family tree and I used to drink like this, I feel safe about posting it without offending someone. 🙂 Excerpt from the lyrics: Now everybody’s died, so until our tears…
Death was three Black brothers in Detroit in the early 70’s. They were punk before it was invented. They were so ahead of their time they couldn’t get a contract. Their master tapes sat in an attic for 34 years.…
Although you may not have heard of him, Eyedea was one of the better rappers out there, and a big part of the indie rap movement. From the Minneapolis City Pages: One of the Twin Cities most beloved musical talents…
As odd as it may be, a talent, nonetheless…
Drive By Truckers. The Dirty South Lynyrd Skynyrd meets Steve Earle in a swamp. Or something like that! From “Puttin’ People on the Moon” Mary Alice got cancer just like everybody here Seems everyone I know is gettin’ cancer every…