Snow Shoveling (Part 1)

Well, that sucked!  It’s like Mother Nature taunts me; just when I let my guard down she decides to go and dump more white shit on my driveway and, being the tightwad I am, I simply refuse to fire up the ‘ol snow blower unless I really have to, so you know what that means – yup, more a-shovelin’.  Lord knows I’m going to have the lower back and upper body of Vasiliy Alekseyev (ask Google) by the time winter is over this year.  Likewise, it’s currently -22°C outside and I think my pecker is frozen to my leg so if I stop moving, like, at all, I will more than likely freeze completely solid.  But, hey, it also means some quiet reflection with some good tunes while everyone else is running obnoxious sounding motors and otherwise pouring money directly into their gas tanks.  So today, I’m choosing to listen to a old school bluegrass with the self-titled album by Jack Rose & the Black Twig Pickers in my effort to warm the soul and keep the limbs a-movin’.

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Jack Rose, best known for his solo work (steel-guitar, banjo and ‘drone’ guitar primarily), was a prolific recording artist in his relatively short career, with albums, EP’s, and compilation tracks on no fewer than ten record labels.  This, his ninth LP with the alternative string trio the Black Twig Pickers, was released in May of 2009.  Originally hailing from Virginia but later settling in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Rose was a quintessential Americana original folk-alt pioneer up until his death from an apparent heart attack on December 5th, 2009; not exactly a happy thought while I’m out here shoveling all this snow, I get ya.  For their part, the Black Twigs – Michael Ganglof (vocals, guitar, fiddle), Isak Howell (guitar, harmonica), Nate Bowell (percussion) – provide a reliable, sympathetic foil for Rose’s ambitious yet focused wanderings.  The result is that this album is a lively, sometimes busy, but always swinging lesson in American music counterpoint.

At its very best, it’s a total trip.  Of course that ‘trip’ might be to the Fort Erie hospital for an immediate hernia operation, but I digress…

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About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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