What was this? https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-country/louvin-brothers-lost-album-715231/
― Buckaroo Can't Fail (James Redd and the Blecchs), Sunday, 28 October 2018 14:31 (one year ago) link
No idea! I missed this announcement
― Οὖτις, Sunday, 28 October 2018 16:36 (one year ago) link
Okay, some of these have been showing up in my Release Radar and sounded fine, just hadn’t put two and two together.
― Buckaroo Can't Fail (James Redd and the Blecchs), Sunday, 28 October 2018 17:17 (one year ago) link
― Beware of Mr. Blecch, er...what? (James Redd and the Blecchs), Friday, 18 October 2019 02:31 (seven months ago) link
So hey, I wrote a Louvin Brothers pastiche once, which I kind of like. But I never had an appropriate project to perform it in or had friends follow through on their interest in doing so. I could post this lyrics here if you like.
― Robbie Shakespeare’s Sister Lovers (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 21 March 2020 02:59 (two months ago) link
I may post that before the weekend is over.
― Three Hundred Pounds of Almond Joy (James Redd and the Blecchs), Friday, 10 April 2020 21:22 (one month ago) link
I will read them
― Mule, Friday, 10 April 2020 21:39 (one month ago) link
I wrote this Louvin Brothers pastiche once and it kind of scared me, I felt like I was channeling Ira. I am posting it here in honor of this Holy Week of Our Lenten Quarantine. Stay safe!
Don't Be A Stranger To The Manger - James Redd(Chorus)Don't be a stranger to the mangerDon't keep your distance from the crossDon't forget you'll have to answer toThe man upstairs who's boss
One day there'll come an onslaughtOf a great Satanic hordeWhen we fight that final battleWill you side up with the Lord?
(Verse)So many men and womenPursuing gold and fameSeeking out their own destructionLike moths before the flame
They'll enjoy a few good hoursBut at what enormous costWhen their one immortal soulFor eternity is lost
( repeat chorus)(2nd verse)On the stages of theaters (pronounced "the-aters")On the floors of ballrooms grandIn the discotheques and nightclubsAcross this sinful land
You can hear their voices risingIn a great unruly swellIs there anything more certainThan where in the end they'll dwell?
― Three Hundred Pounds of Almond Joy (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 11 April 2020 12:53 (one month ago) link
Haha, that’s great. I wanna hear this now.
― Mule, Saturday, 11 April 2020 15:17 (one month ago) link