Playlist for December 30, 2007 from 12:00AM - 3:00AM

For a free download, go to www.myspace.com/peacepenguins ~ Thank you, again and again, for this, Seth and Becky Alexander, Peace Penguins keeping the torch of light burning for the day G.W. Bush will surrender (to Hillary Rodham Clinton), 1/20/09.

Ben Jaffe really hit on a good idea here. Having the PHJB create really fitting arrangements behind these lyrics is "an example of shmarts." Thanks, Ray Davies, Ben Jaffe, the PHJazzBand and Clint.

Yeah, man. Yeah, man. [I'm holding up my lighter in the the crowd now...]

Yes, don't bogart me, or resources, or access, or blessed objects, or anything else.

Don't you just love when an artist can make the rhyme scheme end with with word "vasectomy"?! Ladies, let me hear you say, "Yeah!" Thank you, Kim.

Written by Herman "Little Junior" Parker (1932-1971), who was discovered by Ike Turner but only recorded one tune on his Modern Records label in 1952, then was scooped by Sam Phillips and signed to Sun in 1953. He later recorded with a number of other labels as well, including Mercury, Blue Rock, Minit and Capitol. Again, Ike had a great sense for talent, but he gets straight F's in my book for beating his wife, Tina.

Thank you, Hammond and Nauman Scott, the Blacktop Brothers. I do have to say that all the Blacktop artwork is objectifying to women (can you say Bunny Matthews?), and that irritates me to no end ~ Grady Gaines is pictured here with a COUPLE of girls, all right ~ always that polygamous fantasy out there for men, eh? Ladies, really consider polyandry. One for foot-rubs, one for yard work, one for dancing...!!!

Originally released by Fats in 1953 on Imperial. I was privy to a bit of gossip that Robbie Robertson removed the track with Monk Boudreaux from his collaboration with him for this album. I was surprised, considering Robertson's Native American heritage and work to keep it alive. A "spokesperson" for Tip's denies the omission, but I smell something fishy and it ain't The Vagina Monologues. Keep yo' ears peeled.

Referring (on one level) to the now-razed Tastee Donut shop that used to be on Louisiana Avenue and Prytania Streets, where Earl would hang out and eat deep-fried dough and drink coffee each day. Thanks, again, Hammond and Nauman Scott.

Tab Benoit's mother is one of the most vivacious women I've ever seen, and she's a great trumpet for his works. If anyone knows her, invite her up to my show, will you? Go, girl!

An instrumental track named after two brands of food that originated here in NOLA. Prayers for the speedy recovery of Al Copeland, Sr., the Popeye's originator who married his call-girl in a very gaudy wedding, complete with a Cinderella-like horse-drawn carriage (Gaudy? Copeland? Never!). Now he's griping to split up his dough, of course, but I still wish him a speedy recovery. Maybe a little tenderness would help him. After all, how can his kids manage on only a few million a year? I think he should give it all to her so she can start a cardiovascular research institute to study people who live on Popeye's because they are too poor to eat healthy foods (i.e., the majority of indigents in the south). Ayibobo!

This impromptu session included Mick Jagger, Nick Hopkins, Ry Cooder, Bill Wyman and Charles Watts. ... And apparently they cashed in on this little recorded jam session between other obligations. The CD has no photo. This is because the photographer snapped the shutter while the powder was still fresh on their noses... [yes, I'm joking].

Born Elmore Brooks January 27, 1918 in Holmes County, Miss.; died of his third heart attack in Chicago on May 24, 1963. He was known as "King of the Slide Guitar." No sarcastic comments on him yet. I'm sure I can think of something later, if you need it.

Kids from truly happy homes become late-night DJs. Make this the benchmark for your parenting.

ME, TOO, McKinley!

Born Aaron Thibeaux Walker (a.k.a. Oak Cliff T-Bone) on May 28, 1910 in Linden, Tex., T-Bone Walker is considered to be one of the most important pioneers of electric guitar (he was Jimi Hendrix's childhood hero). At age 64 he died of a stroke in Los Angeles, Calif., on March 16, 1975. And long-distance anything kind of sucks, unless you have a SERIOUS fear of intimacy and this is all you can really handle, or you're up to something no good while they're away... wow, a blues song ready to happen... Look out!

Earl on guitar, Perkins on piano and vocals, Smith on drums and Jones on bass and vocals. Actually, Ronnie Earl's real name is Ronald Horvath, and he started out with the intentions of becoming a special education teacher, but Muddy Waters inspired him to become a performer instead. It's lucky he had those patient skills ~ so many artists require that same kind of understanding and compassion.

You'll never be Boyd while listening to this one. [Ouch]

Live 1993, Madison Square Garden, NYC.

Yeah, girl ~ get those relatives off your couch and get you some lovin' !