In The Basement: Paul Jones
Sun’s high in the sky and you’re caked in sweat. Swipe your forearm by your forehead, everything gets sweatier. Your brow’s narrowed like doin’ that’ll help you see past the loosie tucked between your lips. That loosie’s laughing at you. Bless your heart, she don’t bother ya one bit. You’re focused. Feeling good. Might gonna go and fuck it all up. Gonna be fully fueled up when you do though, won’t bother you one bit.
More reckless than R.L. and not as country as Jelly Roll Kings, nobody did it quite like Paul “Wine” Jones. Nobody ever will. Not a hint of neuroses on that man, he had fervor like today’s crowd can’t queue up for a few chords. He didn’t play from his bones, fingertips, or deep down belly. Jones’ blues came crashing out of his joints. Cranked out a euphony of blues, rock, funk (a la an inner punk).
There ain’t a song on “Pucker Up Buttercup” we wouldn’t recommend, but we whittled it down and added a couple to our In The Basement playlist. We update it every week, so follow along & God keep y’all.
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