Slant 6 Mind

Doing night shift you get bored. AM radio reception goes haywire pretty much on sunset and there ain'y no FM stations nearby. So I dug out some old tapes from the junkroom music library. One of them was a tape I made of a CD I had forgotten about, Greg Brown's Slant 6 mind. It's the only album of his I've ever seen and it's a ball-tearer. Think of a mix of Tony Joe Whie, Van Morrison and Willie Nelson - only not gross. I don't know why I stopped listening to this; I played it almost non-stop last night. One of the songs - Mose Allison Played Here - reminded me a little of the pubs Hooch took me to:

Mose Allison Played Here
The joint is a dump
the owner is broke
at least that's what he said
the p.a.'s a joke
the waitpersons are snotty, the bartender's rude
they want to make sure I know they forgot me
but not their attitude
the bellyachers played last night
everybody got sick
don't even try dancing, your feet would just stick
the band signs their poster
"fuck u miguel"
and that's all the good part
the bad parts the smell
and what was your name again, oh - yeah - right - brown
your crowd just drinks water
surprised you're still around

and nobody's coming, because hey man you see
advertisings expensive, hey, what guarantee

but as I set up I am proud to be here
because once last November, Mose Allison played here.



I like'd 'em.