Man, this is a scene.
Alabama Getaway starts the engine, baby we're off. At pace. To a place and space in time that only the music can take us. Dig that vibe.
Real spinner baby. Moves and groves. Dips real gentle to drop that loose, lofty buzz.
Nothing can hush it.
Or Bogart it.
Man it's there.
Promised Land is delivered.
Soft, sultry Brown Eyed Women. Fresh. Evolved baby. From '71 to '79 that steam engine song has chops of its own. Brent's on.
Dusty. Clean. Baby please don't let that needle slip.
Pull back, solo...one of the greatest? Yeah baby we're shoulder to shoulder with '77-'78.
There's nothing on earth that gets me like a BEW Solo.
El Paso and ROR are giving. Everyone is tight like fresh decks. We're back jiving up tempo with It's All Over Now and Bobby's got the voice. Man he's got something to say and he says it like the wind cutting down flat on this high energy drive...we hit Jack a Roe sweet, little tease. Little play in that run up before we change gears and move pretty. Man next left...a sweet Lightening>Supplication. Whoa. Dig it.
Althea is, man...what can you say about Althea. It glides real easy. Raw. Prophetic. Powerful. It's like a sunset in a song. A cautionary croon.
TMNS hits like the high note baby. Peaks. Creeps and sleeps with an eye open, etched in the parts of your mind that you engage with the Dead.
Scarlet>Fire, as rowdy as Cornell.
Terrapin hits like Dimitri. Real rich. Open.
Man this show has it all...easy
Don't sleep on it x
