Thursday, March 29, 2012

DIRTY ROOTS RADIO - March 29th Playlist

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Tom Waits - Frank's Wild Years
Flatt & Scruggs - The Ballad of Jed Clampett (RIP Earl Scruggs)
Flatt & Scruggs - Nashville Cat
Tom Waits - Goin' Out West
Johnny Cash - Time of the Preacher
T Rex - Jeepster
Charles Bradley - Heart of Gold
Cake - War Pigs
Social Distortion - This Time Darlin'
Elmo & Hezekiah - Hoopin' and Hollerin'
Paul "Wine" Jones - Rob and Steal
Willie Nelson - Funny How Time Slips Away
Gil Scott-Heron - Whitey on the Moon
Flatt & Scruggs - I Still Miss Someone
Bruce Springsteen - Shackled and Drawn
Leonard Cohen - Darkness
Sir Douglas Quintet - Are Inlaws Really Outlaws?
Peter Tosh - Till Your Well Runs Dry
Steve Earle - Until the Day I Die
The Clash - Death or Glory
The Clash - Complete Control
Dex Romweber Duo - The Death of Me
Gil Scott-Heron - New York Is Killing Me
Marty Stuart - Hangman
New York Dolls - Trash
Ramones - Chinese Rock
Junior Kimbrough - Tramp
Bob Dylan - Thunder on the Mountain
John Lee Hooker - Boogie Chillen'
Bill Withers - Use Me
Leonard Cohen - I'm Your Man
Norah Jones & the Handsome Band - Loretta

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"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." - Bob Marley

Thursday, March 22, 2012

DIRTY ROOTS RADIO - March 22nd Playlist

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Grinderman - Get It On
Charles Bradley - The World (Is Going Up In Flames)
JC Brooks & the Uptown Sound - Want More
James Leg - Have To Get It On
Credence Clearwater Revival - Up Around the Bend
T-Model Ford - To the Left, To the Right
Marty Stuart - Old Man's Vision
Rancid - Time Bomb
Bo Diddley - Bo Put the Rock in Rock & Roll
Cedell Davis - Keep On Snatchin' It Back
Ray Anthony & His Orchestra - Thunderbird
Stud Cole - Always and Always
John Paul Keith - Never Could Say No
Buck Owens - I've Got a Tiger By the Tail
Buck Owens - Buckaroo
Credence Clearwater Revival - Travelin' Band
Jerry Lee Lewis w/John Fogerty - Travelin' Band
Steve Earle - Go Amanda
Andre Williams - The Monkey Speaks His Mind
Solomon Burke - Cry to Me
Robert Cage - Get Out of Here
Mike Ness - Six More Miles
Dick Dale - Hava Nagila
Social Distortion - Highway 101
The Clash - Jail Guitar Doors
Johnny Thunders - London Boys
The Cramps - Lonesome Town
Screaming Joe Neal - Rock and Roll Deacon
Bob Log III - All the Rockets Go Bang
Buddy Miles - Them Changes
The Two Things In One - Let's Get It Together
Willie Nelson - Me and Paul
Son Volt - Drown
Rolling Stones - No Expectations
Johnny Cash and June Carter - What'd I Say
Nancy Sinatra - How Does That Grab You Darlin'
Slobberbone - Dark As a Dungeon

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Friday, March 16, 2012

Bruce Springsteen as Keynote Speaker at SXSW 2012

This is without doubt, one of the most perfect things I've ever watched. I mentioned in a recent blog post that I wasn't exactly a fan of Bruce Springsteen. But I am finally, quickly becoming one.

I don't know how much time Bruce had to prepare this speech. But these are some of the very same things that I think about very frequently. And as he says at one point here (I'm paraphrasing...) "We all thought these things...but we had no language for it." I think a lot of this same stuff very frequently. But I'm not able to articulate it. If I had no other distractions, responsibilities, or things on my schedule, I MIGHT be able to come to some of these explanations with A LOT of work, getting them out of my heart and skull. But Bruce does it perfectly and makes it look so, so easy.

And cool.

Guess that's why he's the Boss.

Thanks for articulating it for us, Mr. Springsteen.



"When you go onstage tonight to bring the noise, treat it like its all we have. And then remember...it's only rock and roll." - Bruce Springsteen

Thursday, March 15, 2012

DIRTY ROOTS RADIO - March 15th Playlist

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Neil Young - Cinnamon Girl
Sly & the Family Stone - I Wanna Take You Higher
Screamin' Jay Hawkins - You Made Me Love You (I Didn't Want to Do It)
Nirvana - Molly's Lips
The Clash - Safe European Home
The Clash - Brand New Cadillac
MC5 - The Motor City Is Burning
Lightnin' Hopkins - Black Cadillac
Bill Withers - Who Is He (And What Is He To You)?
New York Dolls - Personality Crisis
Rufus Thomas - Rufus Rastas Johnson Brown
Son House - Grinnin' In Your Face
Dwight Yoakam - Long White Cadillac
X - Soul Kitchen
Velvet Underground - Oh! Sweet Nuthin'
Jason and The Scorchers - Harvest Moon
Rolling Stones - Sweet Virginia
Rolling Stones - Shine a Light
Tom T. Hall - The Year Clayton Delaney Died
The Faces - Stay With Me
Johnny Cash - I Hung My Head
Gil Scott-Heron - I'm New Here
Muddy Waters - I'm Your Hoochie Coochie Man
Little Richard - I Don't Know What You Got (But It's Got Me)
The Fantastic Johnny C - Boogaloo Down Broadway
Bettye Swanna - Don't You Ever Get Tired of Hurting Me?
Possessed by Paul James - Feed Your Family
Credence Clearwater Revival - Up Around the Bend
Flying Burrito Brothers - Do Right Woman, Do Right Man
Southern Culture On the Skids - Let's Invite Them Over
The Cramps - Drug Train

*Background Music: New Rising Sons (www.Fletch.BandCamp.com)

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

I Don't Wanna Grow Up

I had a thought today, that I've had many times before: I don't want to compete. I don't want to have to fight. I don't want to strive to be the best. I just want to BE.

I'm motivated, but not by the things most people are. I define success differently. It's not better or worse than the way most people define it. It's just different.

Because of all this, it's tough for a guy like me to exist within "the system". I'm finding it tough to be a responsible grown-up. I even hate the words. It's not that I want to be immature or juvenile. It's not that I don't want responsibility. I'm fine with those things. And I love the things being a grown up has brought me, like my wonderful family.

But, I don't like talking about the things most adults talk about. I just don't function in that way.

And when those "I don't want to compete/I don't want to fight/I don't want to have to be the best" thoughts come to me, I often think about the greater topic of being grown-up.

And inevitably...every time...the words of this Tom Waits song go through my head.

Sure, it's presented with tongue in cheek. Sure, it's funny and silly and sarcastic. But, as with all good sarcasm or satire...there's an awful lot of truth in it. I don't know of any other piece of art that so perfectly captures being a grown up...and seeing it through the innocent eyes of a child.

Lyrics follow...

I DON'T WANNA GROUP UP - by Tom Waits




When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That's always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up

Seems like folks turn into things
That they'd never want
The only thing to live for
Is today
I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old Tomb
On Grand Street

When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
Fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up

Monday, March 12, 2012

Happy Birthday Jack Kerouac

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

RIP, Jack Kerouac
3.12.22 - 10.21.69

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Bruce is Still Bruce with Wrecking Ball

FROM GUEST BLOGGER, BILL WALKER...

There’s more than a few moments in The Rising in which Bruce Springsteen becomes the perfect version of himself. He turns the E-Street Band into his orchestra and uses the inspiration of the spirit of New York following 9/11 as a hopeful guide.

“Can’t see nothing in front of me, can’t see nothing behind me.”

It’s a sentiment we all felt in those days. We sat back, hugged our friends and families a little longer, smiled at a sunset and laughed at our good fortune, even when our national psyche was smoking rubble.

But there are also moments in the same album, when Springsteen gets the melancholy. He digs into his soul, reads his brothers’ faces and makes art. He sees the tears filled wrinkles of a firefighter and does what he does best, tells the story of their heartbreak.

The Rising may be the best album of my adult lifetime. There’s not been a moment in history in which our lives could have changed so dramatically as a country and Springsteen’s stories brought us all – rich and poor, all with crushed souls – together as one. It’s American songwriting at its best, leaving us crying yet hopeful.


A decade later, America has lost her way. We’ve become a nation of bickering fools. Yelling at each other just to get our point across over inane parts of the world in which we, nor our politicians, have a damn thing we can do about it.

Sure, the Dow Industrial is above 13,000 and we’re out of Iraq, and maybe we’re taking a turn for the better economically, but there is still too much strife on our doorstep. Too many crooked people walking free after ruining the livelihood of millions. Too many American dreams shattered like a mirror dropped from a 20th floor Wall Street window.

For three generations now, Springsteen has spoken, not to, but for those who will listen and those who just want to shout. But he’s never been this thoroughly angry and precise in his targets: the fools in charge of this ship.

You could write about Springsteen’s foray into hip-hop, or attempts to experiment, but at the core, it’s all Bruce. He could have walked away artistically years ago, instead, his ability to reach the heart of the country is as sharp as it was with Born to Run.

The reason he remains vital, isn’t just in the beauty of his story telling, though now it may be equal to Dylan or any other American songwriter, rather it’s in hope. No matter the depth of our despair or our lost ways, we can still be great and we are. We are different now than we were 11 years ago or even five, but we – as different and all-encompassing as we are – are still that.

“This train, carries losers and winners. This train, carries whores and gamblers. This train, carries lost souls. This train, dreams will not be thwarted. This train, faith will be rewarded.”

Time from time we need still need a reminder.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

DIRTY ROOTS RADIO - March 8th Playlist

Tune in to Dirty Roots Radio every Thursday night from 8 to 10 p.m. (central) on WGRN 89.5 FM. Listen online from anywhere in the world at www.wgrn.net.

*International Women's Day Special

Joan Jett & the Blackhearts - Bits & Pieces
Bruce Springsteen - Death To My Hometown
Rachid Taha - Rock the Casbah
Wanda Jackson - Busted
Sun Ra - Message to Earthman
Dennis Wilson - Pacific Ocean Blues
Pam Grier - Longtime Woman
X - Your Phone's Off the Hook, But You're Not
Shonen Knife - Rock 'N' Roll High School
Isaac Hayes - Theme from Three Tough Guys
Detroit Cobras - On a Monday
Gore Gore Girls - Voodoo Doll
Patti Smith - So You Wanna Be a Rock n Roll Star
R.L. Burnside - Everything Is Broken
Buddy Holly - Rave On
Nina Simone - Backlash Blues
Deadstring Brothers - Sacred Heart
Rolling Stones - Dear Doctor
Rolling Stones - Parachute Woman
Credence Clearwater Revival - Before You Accuse Me
Sister Rosetta Tharpe - Down By the Riverside
Cordell Jackson - The Split
Dusty Springfield - Son of a Preacher Man
Maria McKee - If Love Is a Red Dress (Hang Me In Rags)
Left Lane Cruiser - Lost My Mind
John Lee Hooker - The Motor City Is Burning
Junior Parker - Taxman
The Jaynetts - Sally Go Round the Roses
Joan Jett & the Blackhearts - Love Is Pain
John Paul Keith - Songs for Sale
John Paul Keith - The Last Last Call
Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings - What If We All Stopped Paying Taxes
Mavis Staples - Wrote a Song for Everyone
The Two Things In One - Lets Get It Together
Jerry Lee Lewis - What's Made Milwaukee Famous (Has Made a Loser Out of Me)
Maxine Brown - All In My Mind

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"Girls have got balls. They're just a little higher up that's all." - Joan Jett

ALBUM REVIEW: Bruce Springsteen's "Wrecking Ball" Is the Soundtrack to the Revolution In My Mind

As I listen to “We Take Care of Our Own”, the first single from Bruce Springsteen’s new album, “Wrecking Ball”, the image I have in my head is one of an elderly Cheyenne warrior named White Antelope. White Antelope was killed in the Sand Creek massacre in 1864. At Sand Creek, the United States Army laid waste to an entire village of friendly Cheyenne and Arapaho Indians, including women, children, and aged. Chief Black Kettle raised an American flag as the attack began. HIS American flag. One of his most prized possessions. A flag that was given to him by US officials who told him that no one who stood under the stars and stripes would ever be fired upon. White Antelope stood under those stars and stripes, then walked toward the Army officials saying, "stop...stop", assuming that if they heard his words and saw the flag, they would live up to their promise. They didn't.

That’s the America that the Boss sings about in “We Take Care of Our Own” and throughout “Wrecking Ball”. One of unfulfilled commitments. We were promised better than this. Where is our American dream?



I’m not a full-on dyed-in-the-wool Bruce Springsteen fan. I like his music. I appreciate him as an artist. I recognize his genius. I love several of his songs. But he hasn’t affected me in the way he has most of his diehard fans. I loved “Born In the USA” when I was 14 or so and I’ve heard all of his albums since then. I’ve enjoyed them all at some level, but “Wrecking Ball” is the first one to really grab me by the throat and refuse to let go.

It’s not so much the music as it is the attitude and emotion. The music is in one sense much the same and in another sense, very different. It’s the same big sound, the same chord progressions and keys that make up the Boss’s signature sound. There are many Celtic and folky elements employed, as well; reminiscent of Springsteen’s quasi-tribute album to Pete Seeger, 2006’s “We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions”.

But there are new sounds; mostly electronic and hip hop effects – loops, scratches, etc. One track even features a brief rap by a backup vocalist. To my ears, these new elements work. Since I’m not a diehard fan from Bruce’s early days, they aren’t exactly a shock to my ears. Springsteen and co-producer Ron Aniello use them sparingly to good effect. I also won’t begrudge an artist who has more than proven himself the opportunity to try new and adventuresome things. I tried to be unhappy with Steve Earle when he followed the same road a few years back, employing electronic and hip hop studio trickery on his “Washington Square Serenade”, but ultimately appreciated his exploration with it, as well.

But, again, the music isn’t what matters here as much as the sentiment and the feeling.

We all know Springsteen has a remarkable ability to connect to the everyman; no small feat for a multimillionaire rock god. He sings songs of the common man that are generally inspiring. Songs of breaking out and getting away (“Born to Run”), songs of enjoying some good times in the midst of bad times (“Atlantic City”), songs of respectful homage to struggling pillars of our experience that we continue to hold hope and faith in (“My Hometown”).

Even “The Rising”, his famous post-9/11 record, was hopeful. It was broken-hearted and sad. But the triumph was there.

Bruce Springsteen sings about hard times and the determination and spirit that keep us hoping for better times ahead, striving forward, one foot in front of the other.

Not here.

On “Wrecking Ball” the Boss is mad as hell and doesn’t see an easy solution on the horizon.

This is the bleakest and most defiant thing he’s released since “Nebraska”. But “Nebraska” – one of the few Springsteen records that I can return to time and again – was, to me, almost more of an exercise in literature. Like “Wrecking Ball”, the music wasn’t so much the key as the story. True enough; the stories on “Nebraska” were bleak and defiant. But they were individual stories that didn’t add up to a collective statement of any kind.

One of my favorite movie scenes is in “White Men Can’t Jump”, where Rosie Perez (Gloria) and Woody Harrelson (Billy) are lying in bed. Gloria says she’s thirsty and Billy gallantly gets up to get her a glass of water. Instead of gratitude, he gets a lecture from his girlfriend about how she didn’t actually want a glass of water. Like any guy would, Billy says something to the effect of, “but you said you were thirsty!” Her response: “See, if I'm thirsty. I don't want a glass of water, I want you to sympathize. I want you to say, ‘Gloria, I too know what it feels like to be thirsty. I too have had a dry mouth.’ I want you to connect with me through sharing and understanding the concept of dry mouthedness.”

It’s “crazy woman talk” in the context of that movie. And in real life, as a man, I generally want action, results, and a quick fix instead of solidarity and sympathy. Except when it comes to what I call revolution music.

I’m fascinated with the concept of revolution. Always have been.

A few years back, I was involved in a charity that asserted that the world is a messed up place and that most people WANTED to make a difference, but simply didn’t think they could. So apathy prevailed. We attempted a revolution against that attitude. It succeeded. For a while. Lives were touched. We made a difference for a lot of people.

And then we were forced to shut it down. Because of things that none of us little guys on the ground could do anything about. I only mention it because it was a powerful message to us, a group that was trying to be subversive by being kind and generous. That message was POWER PREVAILS.

There’s still a revolution going on in my mind, I just haven’t figured out how to get it out yet.

Bruce Springsteen’s “Wrecking Ball” is the soundtrack to the revolution in my mind.


Some songs offer answers. Punk rock did: Eat the rich. Anarchy.

Punk sought to destroy the system. The problem with that is that some other system must come up in its place. What then? The Clash was the only punk band to encourage destruction of a corrupt system and also to contribute ideas for the establishment of a new, better system. They’re also the only punk band that outlasted the initial punk movement.

As it was becoming a cultural force, hip hop offered answers: Fuck tha Police. Fight the Power.

Guess what? Now hip hop IS the power. It became the system. It’s no longer a tool of subversion. It’s the mainest of mainstream pop culture. Where rappers once talked about their plight and of toppling the system, they now talk about their bling, expensive liquor, jets, and bunches of Benjamins.

When we’re talking about true revolution music, the best kind doesn’t offer an answer. Usually because there are no easy answers. At the time such a song is written, answers often seem impossible to find.

The answer doesn’t really matter. The here and now does. This feeling. This experience.

Woody Guthrie didn’t talk about how to end corruption and how the poor could climb society’s ladder. He expressed solidarity with the poor and told their story.

When four students were killed at Kent State in Ohio as part of a Vietnam War protest, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young didn’t record a song that submitted a solution to the conflict. They quickly recorded an incendiary track that detailed the tragedy and pointed out how wrong it was.

That’s what Bruce does here. And that’s what I needed. I suspect there’s a lot more out there who needed this, too.

In some of the international publicity he did leading up to the release of “Wrecking Ball”, Springsteen was quoted as saying, “What happened to my country was un-American”.

Damn right.

People took the bait, bought the lie, and tried to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. Over time, everyone began to sense something wasn’t right about this whole American Dream thing. In my lifetime, I saw the general population completely wake up to the fact that it was all a sham. But there was nothing anyone could do about it, except watch the whole thing swirl down the drain while the fat cats made out.

You often hear the phrase “Post 9/11”. But I look at America now as “Post Katrina”.

Things changed on 9/11. Forever. The moment we understood what had really happened, we all knew the whole world would be different.

But we pulled together. As the satirical newspaper The Onion remarked on the tenth anniversary of 9/11, people all over the world actually acted like human beings for fifteen seconds. It was awful, but there was something beautiful at play. There was hope.

But we got used to it and moved on.

Then Katrina happened. People asked for help and didn’t get it. People died. People were packed into the Superdome because we couldn’t help them any other way. They died there, too. We watched it on the news and asked, “THIS is America? This looks like a third world country.”

I won’t get political, but you can’t look at the picture of President Bush gazing out the window of Air Force One at the destruction of Katrina below him without noticing some pretty profound imagery.

And of course, then Kanye said, “George Bush doesn’t care about black people” live on national TV. I am not saying and will not say that George Bush is racist. But I will insist that the statement got people thinking - about a lot of things.

Since Katrina, there has been a feeling in America, like we were sitting on a powder keg. As The Onion pointed out in that same 9/11 tenth anniversary piece, we look back at the weeks following 9/11 now and we acknowledge that they were precipitated by such an awful thing, but we admit that in some jacked up way the world was better, then, too. It was better because we acted like human beings to each other. Even if it was only for the proverbial fifteen seconds. We cared for each other. We reached out to one another. There was love.

When the American powder keg blew up in 2008 and the economy collapsed like sensible people everywhere knew it would, the final nail was driven into that coffin of acting like human beings that have some level of love for one another.

There is anger and injustice and bitterness and distrust everywhere. Those at the top of the system used to lie to us. But they would soothe us while they did it. They wanted us to swallow the pill easy.

In the wake of all of this, they’re not even lying anymore. They’re not being gentle anymore. There’s no easiness to it. They’re looking us in the face while they rob us blind.

The “robber barons”, as Springsteen calls them, are telling us to our face what they’re after and what they’re willing to do to get it.

This is not a time for subtlety.

They killed the American dream.

And so Springsteen’s songs on “Wrecking Ball” are not subtle either.

“Shackled and Drawn”

“Easy Money”

“Death to My Hometown”

These are not stories of a better place or time; past, present, or future.

These are songs about how good and truly well fucked our current situation actually is. These are desperate and bleak and angry songs of leaning on one another in hard times.

Solidarity.

And while there isn’t much triumph to be found, there is hope.

Not hope in a better tomorrow, necessarily. But hope in the fact that somehow we’ll get through.

When the Carter Family sang, “No Depression” during the Great Depression, it was with the hope of heaven: “I'm going where there's no depression / To a better land that's free from care / I'll leave this world of toil and trouble / My home's in heaven / I'm going there”

That’s not a song of triumph ahead. It’s a song about surviving the hard times for an unforeseeable future until we’re dead and don’t have to worry about it anymore.

Another classic revolution song, “We Shall Overcome” isn’t a “we’ll beat you” song of victory. It’s a “we’ll beat you some day in some fashion and we may not even be able to envision it now, but we’ll keep trying until we figure something out” song of survival.

Those moments of hope are here in “Wrecking Ball”, too. Most evidently in “Land of Hope and Dreams” and “Jack of All Trades”.

In “Jack of All Trades”, Springsteen says he’ll take on whatever work he can to help his family get by. And he declares that while times are hard and he is angry, they’ll be alright. Some way or another.

We all will. This American experiment is messed up. Almost unrecognizable. But we’ll make it. Somehow. No one knows how. It won’t be easy. But the will of survival will kick in eventually. It’ll be sloppy, maybe even ugly. But we’ll keep trudging ahead. And we’ll figure something else out. When we get “there”, it’ll look different than it used to. But we WILL get there. We have to.

And The Boss is right there, alongside us, singing our song with us the whole way.

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Ryan Mifflin is the host of Dirty Roots Radio, a "Quentin Tarantino-ization of a spaghetti western style old-school record show" featuring renegade country, vintage gospel, raw blues, greasy soul, punk, and funk. Tune in to Dirty Roots Radio every Thursday night from 8 to 10 p.m. (central) on WGRN 89.5 FM. Listen online from anywhere in the world at www.wgrn.net.

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Thursday, March 1, 2012

DIRTY ROOTS RADIO - March 1st Playlist

Tune in to Dirty Roots Radio every Thursday night from 8 to 10 p.m. (central) on WGRN 89.5 FM. Listen online from anywhere in the world at www.wgrn.net.

The Monkees - I'm a Believer
The Monkees - Salesman
The Monkees - You Just May Be the One
The Monkees - Last Train to Clarksville
Gil Scott-Heron - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
Willie Nelson - Me and Paul
Jackie Gotoe - Lobo Jones
Rolling Stones - Happy
Arch Hall & the Archers - Dune Buggy
Steve Earle - Pancho & Lefty
Webb Pierce - There Stands the Glass
R.L. Burnside - Shake 'Em On Down
Buddy Miles - Them Changes
Bottle Rockets - Hard Times
Hasil Adkins - No More Hot Dogs
Patti Smith - Because the Night
Iggy & the Stooges - I Got A Right!
Readymen - Shortnin' Bread
The Dictators - Who Will Save Rock & Roll?
Andre Williams - Rib Tips (1 and 2)
J.C. Brooks & the Uptown Sound - Want More
Joe Weaver - Sugarlove Baby
Social Distortion - Sick Boy
Social Distortion - Winners & Losers
Tom Waits - Come On Up To the House
James Leg - Have to Get It On
Rolling Stones - Happy (second time...happy accident!)
Jason & the Scorchers - Mona Lee
Eddie Cochran - Nervous Breakdown
Marty Robbins - Don't Worry
Charles Caldwell - Hadn't I Been Good To You
Daniel Johnston - Devil Town
Mavis Staples - You Are Not Alone
Billy Bob Thornton - Smoking In Bed
Tom Waits - Underground
Charlie Feathers - Don't Let Me Cross Over
Rolling Stones - Love In Vain

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