ry cooder

...produced by wunder kid genius van dyke parks, ry got this released in '70 and it's his take on the 1930's country blues with depression era lonesome funk...gospelly grooved and olde tymey jazz vibes hang in the air and take a cat from reefered basement tape sessions to laurel canyon dusty roads winding high into strange mountains filled with peyote dreams...perfectly captures a time and place that was desperately trying to free itself from the burning rage that spread all across the land from sea to shining sea...how could a poor cat stand such times without being drawn into the madness...