9 August 2015
Weed in the Glove Box, Whisky in a Sack
I am from another planet. A planet that used to buy records, 8-tracks, cassettes and compact discs. A planet that made mix tapes in the night and played them the next morning drinking coffee and smoking weed to see how they had done.
I still do all that shit except for the weed smoking. Hope the weed is good in the old dears' home if that should be my fate later this century. I think I will want it again, want to visit the Hall of the Mountain Grill again, when I cannot get out as much as I would like.
Latest addition to my music collection is Buddy Guy's new record. Listened to it several times in the car since I bought it at London Drugs a few days ago. Better by far than anything you have listened to this year.
Highlight for me is the last song, a call for Muddy Waters to come back from the dead, pick up his guitar, sit down on his stool and sing. Get back into his Cadillac (same car I drive), the one with weed in the glove box and a hidden bottle of whisky in a sack.
Go fucking buy it you weed smoking, whisky drinking, blues loving motherfuckers.