This is the day that Bobbie Gentry's "Ode To Billie Joe" takes place. That makes it a holy day of obligation. You are required to listen to it at least once. On vinyl. If you don't have it, find a copy. I have two.
Here's a bunch of new album covers for ya to enjoy on a sleepy, dusty, delta day.
Nothin' like some old slave tales told by a blue dog with a southern drawl.
Just relaxin' in the tub with a trombone.
It's a Columbia Master Work.
Mr. Rogers goes country.
I had no idea God was a redneck sheriff.
I've never heard of the Lundstroms. I'm sure they're big in Japan.
Bettilu and Jay W. And it's signed!
Here's a bunch of new album covers for ya to enjoy on a sleepy, dusty, delta day.
Nothin' like some old slave tales told by a blue dog with a southern drawl.
Just relaxin' in the tub with a trombone.
It's a Columbia Master Work.
Mr. Rogers goes country.
I had no idea God was a redneck sheriff.
I've never heard of the Lundstroms. I'm sure they're big in Japan.
Bettilu and Jay W. And it's signed!
1 Comments:
The Lundstroms are famous in Middle America. Back in 1978, when my then-wife and I started our time together by buying a mobile home, there was a sticker on the refrigerator: "Pray for the Lundstroms!" It took days and razor blades and cleaning powder and elbow grease to get that sticker and its glue off of our avocado green fridge. I was not praying for the Lundstroms as I worked on it! (By the way, the gal in the bathtub is not consorting with a trombone: she is -- forgive me -- a strumpet with a trumpet!
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