I listen to so much old school low rider oldies type
shit that it’s driven my family crazy on weekends. But now family is separated
so I can play ‘em all night long in the sad Millhouse Dad-esque basement
apartment with the alzheimers owner next door who comes by to introduce herself
three times a week, and nobody says nothing. I keep the volume not too loud
though because living in apartments again for first time since my 20s got me
remembering how you live underneath stoners who got the alley down to your door
smelling like dank and why the fuck they always moving furniture around at 1 in
the morning? Like every night?
Charles Bradley is the shit; I’ve seen him play
twice, and would recommend always going to see that dude play, especially if
some sick ass instrumental devilry like Budos Band is opening (who are on the
same label, and also part of his backing band). I imagine it was that
cross-pollination of devil instrumental funk combined with Charles Bradley on a
tour bus (van) that somehow led to Black Sabbath soul covers. GIVE ME MORE, Y’ALL.
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