Later, that night

 so, for some happy shit, let me unwind some

lotta misery in the air with the pollen and the hummingbirds  and the heat right now, I have compressed air pushing sound into my ears right now, in fact, ear conditioning.

extra cats have come in here, escaping the heat, I send them down to the basement where they can fight and fuss and not disturb anything important. They are incorrigible which automatically gets them in my house

it has been hot, first time this year, i ain't sleeping yet

Mr. Hooker? Boom boom boom

I have,on tap still and coming up, The Blasters, yep, and Carl Perkins, who hung out with Elvis Pressley at Sun Records, they got Willie Dixon and Lee Allen, the blasters will be right back,they gotta tune up with the old guys

Billy Joe Shaver is on a fast train to Georgia, I'm going with him, How the fuck did the Pretenders get on this playlist? It's ok, we are going back to Ohio

the t birds too, what the fuck, who mixed this, one's too many and a hundred ain't enough, I am going to strain myself

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*BACK IN 1955 when I  started at Sun Records, back when I first started working with Elvis Pressley, Elvis and I used to talk about people that we loved, that we loved in the music business and Fats Domino was, he and,and Chuck Berry, I would say that those two influenced the musicians around Sun Studio, you know,  with,  take their things and mix in a little Bill Monroe and you got rock a billy*

 says Carl Perkins

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color and kind from the Wolf...you just my color you just my type, I shouldn't quote him it doesn't look right on paper, too flat, I can hear him just by thinking about a song

Now, here I am, I was a year old when Parker drug himself into Sun Studios and we got The King out of there, the halcyon days, rock and roll, Elvis the Pelvis. A black kid that had white skin, very complicated, po white trash to king of Las Vegas in fifteen years. Or so.

no black people on the colonels floor?

Mr Cooder kicks in with Mr. Jagger, there is a Memo to Turner, it hurts at first it is so good, then

John Hiatt and Jerry Douglas are stuck in a Mississippi Phone Booth, I need a towel

The true beginning of racial conscience in "the youth of America", the whole fucking world began to turn faster when Elvis said he liked Little Richard....

What about Richard Penniman/ I know some shit about him, I know a lot of shit about a lot of shit, I could be a very popular buddhist gossip columnist, I volunteer to yak it up on Air America if the Senator, Al Franken will come on my show, him and Jessie Ventura and a asexual cowboy that can conjure up John Wayne and is anti rodeo. I want to talk to Randi Rhodes, too.

I would have to insist also, on a large payday and frequently if I am going to take them seriously, and I don't fuck around, pay me

I know where secret Reagan Tapes are buried in Trinity County, up in the Alps, if a buffalo hasn't eaten them in a blizzard I bet I could find them where I saw them last, maybe not, but I'll go look, down there, right up there on the white beach on the Trinity, grab me a steelhead on my way by, blackberry heaven ,fat city, free too, outlaw country, the best place in Calfornia when you are there, then it changes as you go

if you told me in my nightclub days that someday I'd be old and listening to the same great shit as ever

is anyone ever going to catch back up?

Maybe...

if they can Catch The Katy

 it's time for some of that ol' mountain music, Up On Cripple Creek

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