Coming Home - Delaney Bonnie & Friends, 1972.

Shit. I guess Clapton leaked his way into the blog albeit buried deep in a wall of jam.

Them Changes - Band of Gypsys, 1970.

40 years ago this week. Jesus. Matt, you and I are the only nuts in this crew dusty enough to have walked the same sweet planet as Jimi.

Pink Floyd - Astronomy Domine, 1968

This band was pretty cool before they started selling t's at SEARS.

Freddie King. Boogie Funk. 1973.

Freddie King. The Texas Cannonball. One of the greatest tone players of all time.

The Cult, Phoenix

For my inaugural post to the Facemelting blog, I thought I'd reach back to my

youth and a song which blew my freakin' mind the very first time I set needle

to vinyl. To this day, The Phoenix doesn't fail to compel me strap on my air

guitar and get my Billy Duffy freak on--sans pompadour. If you listen closely,

especially to the studio version on the LOVE album, this number has a lead

guitar solo that never ends--it's a beautiful thing!

Otis Rush. I Can't Quit You Baby

Little known fact: Otis Rush isn't just playing the blues, he's also using telepathy to emblazon an image of his dong on every female retina in the house for all of eternity. Glad I didn't take the old lady to this one.

Edgar Broughton Band. Love in the Rain. Beat Club. 1970.

I've never been to England, I wasn't alive in 1970 and I didn't know shit about this jam until a couple of weeks ago but brother, I was there. I was fucking there.

Dickey Betts & Great Southern - Southbound, 1978.

For a couple of goofy looking hayseeds, Charlie Daniels and Elvin Bishop do a pretty nice job of fluffing the audience for Dickey's solo.

Come Back Baby - Hot Tuna w/ Papa John Creech, 1972.

Jesus Christ, Papa John is like a 20th century Nero. I think the wildfires sparked by this violin solo may still be igniting pantaloons deep in Topanga Canyon.

Cactus. Evil. 1971.

Whoa. Cactus covering the Howlin' Wolf classic Evil.

I've been waking up with the cold sweats every night for past month or so. Dreaming of busted up Gibson SG's, gold fleck Slingerland kits, musty shag, and cookie sheets full of ditch weed.

While I consult my Salishan dream totem, feel free to give your face skin some blisters.