The music behind the worst album covers ever.

Some of the worst you have never seen. Even I was surprised at how bad some of these record covers are.
What can we do with our ashes when we die? 
I am a vinyl junky, and have released a few in my time. This could well be a final pressing for me in the future. We could pres our remains into vinyl.  
The company And Vinyly is provided the opportunity for vinyl enthusiasts.  They actually will take your ashes and press them into vinyl so you can actually become a record.  They offer a few different packages and, like an album, you get two sides to get your message across, albeit each side is only 12 minutes long.
According to their website, they say, “record a personal message, your last will & testament, your own soundtrack or simply press your ashes in to hear your pops and crackles for the minimum approach”
A basic package starts at a neat £3,000.  You get up to 30 discs, your rest in vinyl album cover and label artwork (including your birth date and date of passing). 
Of course you must supply the music.  
If you don’t want your whole body burned and pressed into vinyl, they accept parts as well, so, a part of you can go into your favorite place, while another part of you will go into vinyl, claro as long as they have been incinerated.  
You can even do this for your pet, that´s right, your beloved animal can be pressed to make a most sentimental record. too!
Follow the link to press your ashes or your pet´s ashes into  vinly.

Roots of Blues -- Jimmy Yancey „Rolling The Stone"

Jimmy Smith i'm your hoochie coochie man

Jimmy O'Bryant's Washboard Band - Everybody Pile

Wilbur de Paris & his new New Orleans Jazz 1958 Change O' Key Bogie

Change O´Key Boogie!

As the title suggests change of key live here, that is the soloist. There is some fine solo work a bit of an ensemble here and there, swinging all the way.

Wilbur de Paris & his new New Orleans Jazz 1958 That's A Plenty

That´s plenty - the tune gives the album it´s title, is a well known standard or at least it was back in the day. This version features the sparkling trumpet of Doc Cheatham. Doc is up tempo and keeping this standard exciting from some of the more lackadaisical versions you can hear from time to time in other places. Fast and smokey.

1947 HITS ARCHIVE: A Sunday Kind Of Love - Claude Thornhill (Fran Warre...

OH JOHNNY, OH JOHNNY, OH ! ~ Orrin Tucker & his Orchestra (1939)

Kay Kyser & His Orchestra - Who Wouldn't Love You? (1942)

V-Disc 899 J. Bushkin, B. Hackett, R. Scott B. Rich

Gene KRUPA & Anita O'DAY " Let Me Off Uptown " !!!

Sentimental Journey ~ Les Brown & his Orchestra (1944)

The Righteous Brothers - Justine

Robert Parker - Let's Go Baby (Where The Action Is)

Billy Preston - Billy's Bag

This is the one. I believe I already imagined sometime in the long past more than 15 years ago, that some day, I would be able to play this record out and about.

It´s with me here in Madrid, with a stack of Soul, Jazz, Blues, and Swing. Here I come Madrid.

Bob & Early

Yeh, this bad boy just arrived in Madrid with a good handful of other vinyl of mine. Spent last week at home in Manchester, digging through my 3000 vinyl strong collection.  I´ve got this record on 10 inch here, Sue Record. It´s just one of those tracks that kills it. Get into the slide.

Foolish Questions - Billy Murray

Please Don't Bury Me John Prine

Some amazing songs and lyrics from John Prine.

Just trying to have me some fun. Inspired, get on it. 

The Unspeakable Practices The Unspeakable Practices

Neon, is the song you want to hear by The Unspeakable Practices. 
Something going on here, it's a kind of experimentation that will help break and move forward, like it.

Favorite Sweater by Y Pants

Fragments of our past!

My friend from school and a friend for life Steven Fullerton, just posted this image up on his Facebook account.

Without any doubt we were the Scottish Court at the time, the bards, boundless, and without fear.

Steve being in the year above me, one whole year older, at that time it was so much. Steven considered me with some respect, yet never truely mentioned it, as a true Glaswegian kid,  nada, spoken. Everything, and any grain of love, would not be spoken, just expressed through gestures, that linger on today. 

Back then, in 1990 ish,  each one of us commanded a size-able amount of terrain that respect was mutual, who had more than the other, impossible to say.

In our blood all we knew was that we were outsiders, blood from outside living in Manchester, born in Manchester, but we might as well have not been, yet at the same time we were landowners, that is, we owned territory, not the kind you grow vegetables or fruit on, I am talking about an invisible one.

The two of us born of Scottish parents in South Manchester, orchestrating respect within the local smoke, fuzz and Hulme. 

Looking back at least 22 years, looking at my face and my expression, I see that I am so much like my Nana Woods, My eyes, eyebrows, nose, forehead, muscle, skin. At that time, I would have been ever so polite, and reserved, until you got to know me. Steve would have been a littl more upfront, saying things as they are,  but not with malice.  

Steve would be a little more fiery and i'd be the bold. Courageous, still are, arrgh!!!

As for our social side, we had a big connection, we could be 'chatty' as Scots could be, but our agenda for the chat would be very different, especially with girl. Speaking of girls, we would have been engaged at the time, however, the pair of us would have been flat, and immature, with our emotion, sin duda!!!
Thanks to the lack of education from both of our fathers.

It's funny to see myself smoking here, and reading. Scots especially love music, dancing, story-telling and literature and today here I am in Madrid, my dance class just finished, Ive years of music, and publishing behind me.........

I could dedicate so many songs to this moment, Slam or 3 Phase Feat Dr Motte on NovaMute. All of which I would imagine we would have been exposed too, but for this photo my dedication goes up in smoke and literature, and so I dedicate Mundo Muzique to this photo, a moment of no malice, a moment shared, a mutual moment, chilling, sharing, living, breathing, at Steve's place., We were so innocent, and with so much potential, a pair of stars hopping too Andromeda......

Neil Sedaka - "I Go Ape"

Related to old King Kong!

When you hold my hand, I go ape, great, I can see why this was popular and goto to no.9 in the UK charts in 1959.

This song is banana splitting my speakers right now, and I´m happy to dedicate this one to a girl named Nur. XX



What is it? What is it about when people whistle in songs? Is it just me?

Whistling really hits the spot for me. The Professor with chicken in hand, on his way to New Orleans, heading down and shaking out the dust while looking for the Zulu King and Queen.

Zulu Nation!!!  

I´d like to be a veteran hat wearer!

These hats are a quality item.

When I pass Chicago next, I will head into Optimo and placing myself an order of prime hat soul, check the craftmanship.

The route of this future hat of mine will wander and explore, from Chicago to the great gritty town of Stockport, England a place where hatters live for sure. 

Check the link.

Hats OFF 2 the HaTTers.

The Best Carpe Diem Poems

Life is Fine

This life is fine
The world is mine
Though I can’t stop
The hands of time

The birds all sing
And flowers bloom
The sun still shines
And chases gloom

And I can view
The sparkling sea
And all the stars
Just dance with me

The clouds, they hide
And I must seek
The creatures small
At me, they peek

The grass is cool
Beneath my feet
The water dew
Now wets my cheek

I have true friends
A family
And hope of an 

A place where I
Will not fear death
Where all is sweet
Upon my breath

Where tears will cease
to touch my face
And I am blessed
By Heaven’s Grace

My life is fine
The world is mine
This is my time
To truly shine

Eileen Manassian

Bobbie Gentry - Reunion

I told ya mama didnt raise no fool, I can do anything if I got the right tool.