Sent a song to a pile of friends recently. It was on a CD I'd made of various and uh sordid artists some time back and I couldn't recall who it was. So I enlisted the aid of twenty or so friends. I'd done the ol' lyrics search and come up empty. Had someone with that Shazam app hold their phone up to the speaker to nail it down...crappo! Nuthin'. How can that possibly be in 2011?! I mean you can find anything on the interwebbies!
Well, at 3:52 this morning (which coincidentally is one digit higher than the incredible 351 Cleveland engine that was in my father's 1970 Mustang Mach I) it came to me and I sat up in bed, startling Chloe (new pup) out of her snoring stupor. I knew what that damn song was! It's a song by the Dawn Barham Band. I met Dawn at the Howlin' Wolf Museum fundraiser I attended several years ago in West Point, Mississippi. She was at Harrell's Barn milling about with all the West Point upper crusts...and me. How the song's lyrics escaped all the lyric searches I don't know. You'd think either the lyrics would show up somewhere on the internet or Shazam woulda nailed it, but who GARA now!
Dawn's band now is the Juke Joint Gypsies and you can check them out on ReverbNation if you are so inclined. (I have no idea what the angle you are at has to do with any of this...)
I'd like to express my sincere thanks to everyone who made the effort to ID the song. William Mc and Bill S in particular. I know that Willie Mac went to ridiculous lengths to ascertain the artist's name, even ruining his weekend by devoting 24/7 shifts to the task. I can't replace the time he lost, but I will buy him some wings...someday...maybe...probably not. But I do appreciate the work he put in.
What a past week. Tim Tebow walks on water, drones turn themselves in to the Iranians, someone named Newt threatens to become president, and I finally remembered the performer of that song.
Cool.
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