Junior Senior - Move Your Feet
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The Smile - You Will Never Work in Television Again (Montreux Jazz Festival, July 2022)
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Jason Isbell and the 400 unit. Every single time.
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Unreal
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They were fucking class at the Picnic this year.
I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camaro off my back
And drove that little girl away
But now there’s wrinkles around my baby’s eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
When I come home the house is dark
She sighs, “baby did you make it all right”
She sits on the porch of her daddy’s house
But all her pretty dreams are torn
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels
Rumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me, we’re gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands
Tonight, tonight the highway’s bright
Out of our way, mister, you best keep
‘Cause summer’s here and the time is right
For racin’ in the street
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I listened to the album version of that this morning.
About as good as it gets.
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I’ve been below in a YouTube rabbit hole for the past 2 hours. Fuck me it some resource… Googled “best performances Jools Holland” and the algorithm did the rest
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The feet up while Praveen and the lads sweating over the future of the next generation of Rangatharns
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I was in Ron Black’s 30 minutes ago listening to Wonderwall and I thought my 40s had peaked.
How wrong was I. That’s just sent me to another level.
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I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camaro off my back
And drove that little girl away
But now there’s wrinkles around my baby’s eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
When I come home the house is dark
She sighs, “baby did you make it all right”
She sits on the porch of her daddy’s house
But all her pretty dreams are torn
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels
Rumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me, we’re gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands
Tonight, tonight the highway’s bright
Out of our way, mister, you best keep
‘Cause summer’s here and the time is right
For racin’ in the street