Ry Cooder-Dark End of the Street. 1977.

Sometimes I just need a slow jam, my rocking chair, and a pocketful of smarties.

Alice Cooper. Is it my Body. 1971.

I've been clear of my obsessive Alice Cooper addiction for about 8 months now, but I had this waiting in the hopper for the special day when I needed another dose of Detroit. Any bros wanna go in on some of those silver space dude suits?

The Phlorescent Leech & Eddie - Feel Older Now on muzu.tv

Happy 63'rd Birthday to Mark Volman aka Eddie.

Illegal, Immoral & Fattening via Dangerous Minds/

Blind Faith. Had to Cry Today. 1969.

This is the first and only time you'll find me posting a jam by Slowhand. That said, this a Stevie Winwood masterpiece.

The Nice. America. 1968.

British psyche freaks stabbing organ keys with knives in an ode to our very own stomping grounds. Sounds like a party.

Scorpions. Speedy's Coming. 1974.

The Scorps shredded epidermis pretty early on in the 70's. I wonder what the guitar gods of the era thought of Uli's devout whammy assassin riffage? Methinks the lads doth protest too much.

Commence magma face meltdown...

Masters Apprentices. Future of Our Nation. 1971.

Holy mother of Kubs, these Aussie heshers sure know how to fiddle with my knobs. This apocalyptic prophesy would look perfect embroidered on a black light poster in Mancaster's bong basement. Let's ponder the future of our nation dudes!

Buddy Guy-Let Me Love You Baby. 1967.

Buddy Guy is a stone cold ripper. If he had decided to pick up swords as a younger man instead of guitars he would have chopped off our heads and thrown them into a den of panthers and howler monkeys long ago.

Saint Vitus-Saint Vitus. Dec. 20, 1984. London Ontario Canada

Saint Vitus opening for Black Flag. Punkers, speedfreaks, metalheads, whisky drunks. Everyone's there man. Wish I was.

The Human Expression. Love at Psychedelic Velocity.

Baby, I'll never land again. It's just too sick down there.