Nicole and I went on a little ride to get peaches (again) (you gotta have peaches). It was just a 30-minute trip, but the music we listened to again let us imagine we were on the highway to an actual vacation spot like we used to in The Old World.
For vacations, I have always meticulously programmed an MP3 player with fresh music, which we just plug in to the car’s sound system and let rip. But there’s a folder of New Orleans and Memphis music that we have an understanding will never be deleted, and on every trip, at some point, we always migrate to it. It spans everything from classical to rural blues to bounce to swamp pop to brass band sounds, and we never get tired of it.
Anyway, that’s what we picked for our peach run. Simply put, we were able to imagine we might be heading to Como, Mississippi, or Tybee Island, Georgia, or Seattle, or San Diego. Or New Orleans or Memphis. It was very nice.
A few items from yesterday’s shuffle selection out of the folder:
Earl King: “Baby, You Can Get Your Gun”
Jessie Mae Hemphill: “She-Wolf”
The Wild Tchoupitoulas: “Meet the Boys on the Battlefront”
Eddie Floyd: “Things Get Better”
Olympia Brass Band: “Olympia on Parade”
Johnny Adams: “A Losing Battle”
Moloch: “Going Down”
Tommy Tate: “Just a Little Overcome”
Ricky B: “Shake For Ya Hood”
Lee Dorsey: “Yes We Can (Part 1)”
Dr. John: “Right Place, Wrong Time”
James Booker: “Cool Turkey”
Streaming for Survivors:
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