The Last Bass Outpost

I'd heard a song or two from Snooks over the years but I re-discovered him maybe six months ago and listened to everything of his I could find. He was very eclectic, claimed to have a live repertoire of 2500 songs. Lots of acoustic stuff that I'm really not that interested in but there's plenty of other stuff that's just great.

Here's another simple little tune that I couldn't get out of my head for several months:

There' a few others on YouToob as well; The Meters and Robben Ford. I like the original best though. Really nice sparsely layered, syncopated, simplistic groove that's very different. It also refreshingly has no guitar solo!!!!!

Just the other day I spied a comely young lass in my rear view mirror while stopped at a traffic light. She was nothing special. Maybe a little cute because she was young but that's not why I peered at her for so long though the safety of my mirror and sunglasses.

She was singing along with whatever music was playing in her car. Bopping and swaying, almost dancing in her seat.There was no trickery, no pretense, no one to impress with her taste. It grabbed her, touched her soul. Granted, this fantasy might have soured had I been able to here what was playing in her car but i was very aware that I was observing the magical, illogical, inexplicable attraction between music and humans.

Made me feel good.

Now maybe she was listening to Jimmy Reed or maybe it was Dave Mathews  but more than likely it was some modern pop concoction that would make my ears cry in pain. I try not to belittle this personal, mystical connection between this girl and her trashy pop tune. There's far to little magic left in the world these days.

There's only two kinds of music...

Good music or bad music.

I don't know who's quote this is, but it goes something like this:

"There are only two kinds of music: good or bad. I like both kinds"