I wish this weather would get finally get itself straightened out, so we can get on to some Blues under the stars, if 'ya know what I'm saying. The greens and blossoms are so confused they don't know whether to wither or sprout. Here I am sittin' out on the porch pickin' the guitar, and down comes the snow, meltin' as quick as it come, and then here it comes all over again. Even my 'ol Lucky dog is confused, and is howlin' at the shadows.
Somebody needs to get with the program here, meteorologically speaking.
They were completely sold out of product before they ever hit the Adler gig, and I can understand why. They now hail from Minneapolis, via Austin, Texas, and originally come from North Dakota - the same territory as their pal, young Mr. Lang. Accept no substitute, ladies and gentlemen - this is the real deal. This new CD will undoubtedly be the effort that will catapult Deborah Coleman into the big arena. Rooted in the tradition of the Blues that took the hard road from Mississippi to Chicago, Magic Slim has always served up down home blues with a big city bite.