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I'm a Bad American- This pretty much sums it up for me. I like big trucks, big boats, big houses, and naturally, pretty women. I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some mid level governmental functionary with a bad comb-over who wants to give it away to crack addicts squirting out babies. I don't care about appearing compassionate. I think playing with toy guns doesn't make you a killer. I believe ignoring your kids and giving them Prozac might. I think I'm doing better than the homeless. I don't think being a minority makes you noble or victimized. I have the right not to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird or make me mad. This is my life to live, and not necessarily up to others expectations. I know what SEX is and there are not varying degrees of it. I don't celebrate Kwanzaa. But if you want to that's fine; I just don't feel like everyone else should have to. I believe that if you are selling me a Dairy Queen shake, a pack of cigarettes, or hotel room you do it in English. As of matter of fact, if you are an American citizen you should speak English. My uncles and forefathers shouldn't have had to die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come disrespect ours, and make us bend to your will. Get over it. I think the cops have every right to shoot your sorry butt if you're running from them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word 'freeze' or 'stop' in English, see the previous line. I don't use the excuse "it's for the children" as a shield for unpopular opinions or actions. I know how to count votes and I feel much safer letting a machine with no political affiliation do a recount when needed. I know what the definition of lying is, and it isn't based on the word "is"-ever. I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you qualify for any special loan programs, gov't sponsored bank loans, etc., so you can open a hotel, 7-Eleven, trinket shop, or any thing else, while the indigenous peoples can't get past a high school education because they can't afford it. I didn't take the initiative in inventing the Internet. I thought the Taco Bell dog was funny. I want them to bring back safe and sane fireworks. I believe no one ever died because of something Ozzy Osbourne, Ice-T or Marilyn Manson sang, but that doesn't mean I want to listen to that crap from someone else's car when I'm stopped at a red light. But I respect your right to. I think that being a student doesn't give you any more enlightenment than working at Blockbuster or Jack In The Box. I don't want to eat or drink anything with the words light, lite or fat-free on the package. Our soldiers did not go to some foreign country and risk their lives in vain and defend our Constitution so that decades later you can tell me it's a living document ever changing and is open to interpretation. The guys who wrote it were light years ahead of anyone today, and they meant what they said - now leave the document alone, or there's going to be trouble. I don't hate the rich. I help the poor. I know wrestling is fake. I've never owned, or was a slave, and a large percentage of our forefathers weren't wealthy enough to own one either. Please stop blaming me because some prior white people were idiots - and remember, tons of white, Indian, Chinese, and other races have been enslaved too - it was wrong for everyone of them. I believe a self-righteous liberal Democrat with a cause is more dangerous than a Hell's Angel with an attitude. I want to know exactly which church is it where the "Reverend" Jessie Jackson preaches; and, what exactly is his job function. I own a gun, you can own a gun, and any red blooded American should be allowed to own a gun, but if you use it in a crime, then you will serve the time. I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it makes you mad, then invent the next operating system that's better and put your name on the building. Ask your buddy that invented the Internet to help you. I don't believe in hate crime legislation. Even suggesting it makes me mad. You're telling me that someone who is a minority, gay, disabled, another nationality, or otherwise different from the mainstream of this country has more value as a human being that I do as a white male. If someone kills anyone, I'd say that it's a hate crime. We don't need more laws! Let's enforce the ones we already have. I think turkey bacon, turkey beef, turkey fake anything sucks. I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a child-it takes a parent with the guts to stand up to the kid and spank his butt and say "NO!" when it's necessary to do so. I'll admit that the only movie that ever made me cry was Ole Yeller. I didn't realize Dr. Seuss was a genius until I had a kid. I will not be frowned upon or be looked down upon or be made to keep silent because I have these beliefs and opinions. I thought this country allowed me that right. I will not conform or compromise just to keep from hurting somebody's feelings. I'm neither angry nor disenfranchised, no matter how desperately the mainstream media would like the world to believe otherwise. Yes, I guess by some people's definition, I may be a bad American. But that's tough. Ted Nugent

Steve Smith - Drums Mark Soskin – keyboards Andy Fusco - alto sax Vinny Valentino - guitar Baron Browne – bass

Recorded - March 24 – April 29, 1971 Jerry Garcia – lead guitar, vocals Bob Weir – rhythm guitar, vocals Phil Lesh – bass guitar, vocals Bill Kreutzmann – drums Ron "Pigpen" McKernan – organ, harmonica, vocals Merl Saunders – organ on "Bertha", "Playing in the Band", "Wharf Rat"

"It was raining hard in 'Frisco, I needed one more fare to make my night. A lady up ahead waved to flag me down, She got in at the light. Oh, where you going to, my lady blue, It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain. She just looked out the window, and said "Sixteen Parkside Lane". Something about her was familiar I could swear I'd seen her face before, But she said, "I'm sure you're mistaken" And she didn't say anything more. It took a while, but she looked in the mirror, And she glanced at the license for my name. A smile seemed to come to her slowly, It was a sad smile, just the same. And she said, "How are you Harry?" I said, "How are you Sue? Through the too many miles and the too little smiles I still remember you." It was somewhere in a fairy tale, I used to take her home in my car. We learned about love in the back of the Dodge, The lesson hadn't gone too far. You see, she was gonna be an actress, And I was gonna learn to fly. She took off to find the footlights, And I took off to find the sky. Oh, I've got something inside me, To drive a princess blind. There's a wild man, wizard, He's hiding in me, illuminating my mind. Oh, I've got something inside me, Not what my life's about, Cause I've been letting my outside tide me, Over 'till my time, runs out. Baby's so high that she's skying, Yes she's flying, afraid to fall. I'll tell you why baby's crying, Cause she's dying, aren't we all. There was not much more for us to talk about, Whatever we had once was gone. So I turned my cab into the driveway, Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawns. And she said we must get together, But I knew it'd never be arranged. And she handed me twenty dollars, For a two fifty fare, she said "Harry, keep the change." Well another man might have been angry, And another man might have been hurt, But another man never would have let her go... I stashed the bill in my shirt. And she walked away in silence, It's strange, how you never know, But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for, Such a long, long time ago. You see, she was gonna be an actress And I was gonna learn to fly. She took off to find the footlights, And I took off for the sky. And here, she's acting happy, Inside her handsome home. And me, I'm flying in my taxi, Taking tips, and getting stoned, I go flying so high, when I'm stoned." Harry Chapin - guitar, vocals Steve Chapin - keyboards Russ Kunkel - drums, percussion Ronald Palmer - guitar, vocals Tim Scott - cello John Wallace - bass, vocals

Oscar Pettiford - bass Jimmy Pratt - drums Hans Koller - tenor sax Dusko Goykovich - trumpet Attila Zoller - guitar Michel Hausser - vibraphone Roger Guerin - trumpet Armin Rusch - piano Oscar Pettiford, born in Oklahoma in 1922, emerged as one of the most influential bass players of his era. His musical journey from playing with Duke Ellington to becoming a key figure in the development of bebop alongside Charles Mingus paints a vivid picture of his significance in the jazz world. Pettiford's unique style, marked by his introduction of the cello to jazz, set him apart. The Hamburg concert captures him at the peak of his prowess, delivering a performance that resonates with the energy and innovation of the era. In September 1958, Pettiford embarked on a European tour with "Jazz From Carnegie Hall," featuring luminaries like J. J. Johnson, Zoot Sims, and Lee Konitz. The success of the tour led Pettiford to stay in Europe, where he recorded this exceptional live performance in Hamburg. The ensemble, a mix of seasoned professionals and emerging talents, creates a dynamic and soulful atmosphere. The concert, recorded at Studio 10, offers a glimpse into Pettiford's musical vision. Tracks like "Moanin'" and "H.E.C. Blues" showcase the seamless collaboration between the musicians, with Pettiford's bass providing the heartbeat of the performance. The composition "Rue Dauphine" and Pettiford's own "Blues In My Mind" demonstrate his prowess not just as a bassist but as a composer with a deep understanding of the blues. The accompanying photographs by Susanne Schapowalow, capturing moments backstage and in private settings, add a personal touch to this historical recording. The new liner notes by Arne Reimer, featuring memories from Dusko Goykovich and Michel Hausser, offer insights into the magic of that night in Hamburg. "Blues In My Mind" is not just an album; it's a time capsule, transporting you to an era where jazz was a vibrant force of innovation and expression. So, sit back, press play, and let the blues-infused melodies of Oscar Pettiford & Friends take you on a sonic journey through the heart of 1950s jazz in Hamburg.

Frank Zappa / Ensemble Modern, Alte Oper, Frankfurt, Germany, 17 sept 1992

April 21, 1967 McCoy Tyner - piano Joe Henderson - tenor saxophone Ron Carter - bass Elvin Jones - drums

Billy Cobham - drums Mike Stern - guitar Michal Urbaniak - Lyricon and violin Gil Goldstein - piano, Fender Rhodes and keyboards Tim Landers - bass

Jimmy Smith: Hammond B3 organ Paul Humphrey: drums Wilton Felder: bass Buck Clarke: congas and percussion Arthur Adams: guitar Steve Williams: harmonica released on the Verve label Los Angeles on February 8, 1972

0:00:02 S̲e̲e̲ ̲S̲e̲e̲ ̲R̲i̲d̲e̲r̲ 0:06:35 ̲S̲u̲g̲a̲r̲ ̲H̲i̲l̲l̲ 0:11:56 ̲I̲ ̲G̲o̲t̲ ̲A̲ ̲W̲o̲m̲a̲n̲ 0:15:50 ̲M̲e̲s̲s̲i̲n̲'̲ ̲A̲r̲o̲u̲n̲d̲ 0:21:47 ̲G̲r̲a̲c̲i̲e̲ 0:27:41 ̲C̲o̲m̲e̲ ̲O̲n̲ ̲B̲a̲b̲y̲ 0:34:31 ̲M̲o̲t̲o̲r̲i̲n̲'̲ ̲A̲l̲o̲n̲g̲ 0:39:39 ̲S̲i̲n̲c̲e̲ ̲I̲ ̲F̲e̲l̲l̲ ̲F̲o̲r̲ ̲Y̲o̲u̲ 0:43:58 ̲A̲p̲o̲s̲t̲r̲o̲p̲h̲e̲ 0:50:33 ̲G̲r̲o̲a̲n̲i̲n̲'̲ 0:58:44 ̲M̲o̲t̲o̲r̲i̲n̲'̲ ̲A̲l̲o̲n̲g̲ ̲(̲A̲l̲t̲e̲r̲n̲a̲t̲e̲ ̲T̲a̲k̲e̲)̲ 1:03:46 ̲S̲i̲n̲c̲e̲ ̲I̲ ̲F̲e̲l̲l̲ ̲F̲o̲r̲ ̲Y̲o̲u̲ ̲(̲A̲l̲t̲e̲r̲n̲a̲t̲e̲ ̲T̲a̲k̲e̲)̲

Well I been drinkin' again And I know it's a sin But I just can't refuse an old friend Cause life is gettin' me down And I been two times around And there ain't nothing but pain around the bend I'm not made for the time I'm born in the wrong century There's too much craziness here In twenty-five years I have used all the tears in my eyes Now this old world is a fright You know my future ain't bright And I'd just crawl in a hole if I could Or maybe live out in space Or some other far away place And not come back to this earth till it's good Oh but I'm dreaming again I know that I'm here till the end There's too much craziness here In twenty-five years I have used all the tears in my eyes Well you might think that I'm all wrong The things I say in this song I really wish I could see it your way Cause there's a storm rollin' in And it just might be the end So I'm praying we'll all get away Now my cup is running dry The weight of the world gets me down There's too much craziness here In twenty-five years I have used all the tears in my eyes There's nowhere to turn So I'll just have to learn not to cry, no more It's all I can do till we find something new But I'll get by you know I'll try In twenty-five years I have used all the tears in my eyes.

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Gov't Mule - Cotton Club, Atlanta, GA - September 15, 1995 00:00:00 - Introduction 00:00:00 - Mule 00:00:00 - Rocking Horse 00:00:00 - Mr. Big 00:00:00 - Temporary Saint 00:00:00 - Trane 00:00:00 - Third Stone Jam 00:00:00 - St. Stephen Jam 00:00:00 - Eternity’s Breath 00:00:00 - Pygmy Twylyte 00:00:00 - Blind Man in the Dark 00:00:00 - Grinnin’ in Your Face 00:00:00 - Mother Earth 00:00:00 - Left Coast Groovies 00:00:00 - World of Difference

Recorded live at "The Lighthouse" Hermosa Beach, California April 1972. Introduction - Hank Stewart - 00:00 Windjammer - 02:35 Betcha By Golly Wow - 14:52 Introduction - Hank Stewart - 22:31 Fancy Free - 23:13 Introduction - Hank Stewart 37:59 Flood In Franklin Park - 38:27 Introduction - Ed Hamilton 53:32 Jan Jan - 55:02 Introduction - Hank Stewart - 01:07:16 Walk In The Night - 01:08:21 Credits: Guitar – Grant Green Bass – Wilton Felder Vibraphone – Gary Coleman Congas, Percussion – Bobbye Hall Drums – Greg Williams Organ – Shelton Laster Tenor Saxophone, Soprano Saxophone – Claude Bartee

01- Run's House 00:00 02- Mary, Mary 03:46 03- They Call Us Run-D.M.C. 07:01 04- Beats To The Rhyme 09:50 05- Radio Station 12:39 06- Papa Crazy 15:28 07- Tougher Than Leather 19:47 08- I'm Not Going Out Like That 24:10 09- How'd Ya Do It Dee 29:05 10- Miss Elaine 32:30 11- Soul To Rock And Roll 35:35 12- Ragtime 37:52

So, you think you're a Romeo Playing a part in a picture show Well, take the long way home Take the long way home 'Cause you're the joke of the neighborhood Why should you care if you're feelin' good? Well, take the long way home Take the long way home There are times that you feel you're part of the scenery All the greenery is comin' down, boy And then your wife seems to think you're part of the furniture Oh, it's peculiar, she used to be so nice When lonely days turn to lonely nights You take a trip to the city lights And take the long way home Take the long way home You never see what you want to see Forever playing to the gallery You take the long way home Take the long way home When you're up on the stage, it's so unbelievable Oh, unforgettable, how they adore you But then your wife seems to think you're losing your sanity Oh, calamity, is there no way out? Does it feel that your life's become a catastrophe? Oh, it has to be, for you to grow, boy When you look through the years and see what you could have been Oh, what you might have been If you would have more time So when the day comes to settle down Who's to blame if you're not around? You took the long way home You took the long way home You took the long way home You took the long way home You took the long way home You took the long way home You took the long way home You took the long way home Long way home Long way home Long way home Long way home Long way home Long way home Long way home