It had no name, no case, no information, no identity. It was up to the tracks. And that's really what it should be. All that cool-ass packaging splits when they hang about the floorboards or glove compartment or side door pockets. And when they have no identifying marks... Thus the sticker on the tape and the title of this installment.Before we headed off on a cross country trip in the summer of 2000, Jody passed this tape along for our journey. It's split between late 70's - 80's on Side A and more of the classic 50's - 60's on Side B. Sure there are some A.C. tracks, but that's what spreads this tape out and fills it's scope. Any stretch of outlaw or broken heart soundtrack is up fer grabs. In a way it plays like wounded country lives livin' high and on the razors edge, on from Eisenhower through Regan... kinda like Brokeback.
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Thanks Jody!
It's 8:17 pm and normally I'd be pissed to still be at work, but Willy's City Of New Orleans echoing through my office is doing a hell of a lot to keep my spirits up. Thanks John and thanks Jody!!
ReplyDeleteThe first track , "Ou Es-Tu, Mon Amour?" is one of my faves by Willie. I named my cats Willie and Waylon!
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