Cover of the Week has seemingly settled into Cover of the Month. CoTW was suggested to no be Cover of the Whenever, which seems accurate and nicely non-committal. I am going to try to get a bit of the rhythm back, but summer has been filled with sun and fun, travel, cycling, and G&Ts. Sometimes, and other projects. I even worked! By the way, the new Buffalo Tom record is being warmly received by those who have heard it and it should be out in February. Not sure why these things still take so long.
This week's (month's) cover does not feature the usual semi-related essay. It is the writing part that takes the most time for these posts. I do have a few notes from over the summer that I will write about soon, for those of you who like to read these.
Too many of these posts have been tributes to recently deceased musicians. And so it is with this one.
Since adolescence, I have been a casual fan of Little Feat. The band was always one of those groups that my friends' older siblings knew about. You could see their album logos meticulously sketched on Meade denim loose-leaf binders in junior high. The vibe surrounding them was similar to that of the southern rock bands I dug. However, they were different. I couldn't articulate then that it was a New Orleans influence -- Toussaint; Meters; Longhair; et. al. But I knew that it was different than the full tilt boogie from the other acts I was used to.
But I did not buy a lot of records. I enjoyed them whenever they were on the radio, or in friends' rec room turntables. But my appreciation grew over the years. So it was a thrill to be able to play with Paul Barrere at a few of the Hot Stove Cool Music events. Never mind his role in rock & roll history; he is just a tremendously soulful player (and singer). And he is a great guy to hang out with.
I never got to meet Feat drummer, Richie Hayward. Like many others, I was sad to hear of his passing this summer.
This is just one of those favorite old classic rock covers I have chosen to do. We got to sing harmonies on this with Paul (with him taking the Lowell George lead). I love this simple song. Buffalo Tom used to collect trucker tapes for our long van rides. They were received with a mixture of irony (Red Sovine) and genuine love of some classic country songs like "White Line fever" and "Six Days on the Road," which made me feel a sort of false kinship with the men that drove the big rigs. That whole thing about truckers knowing the best place to eat? Don't believe that myth. That must have vanished with Rt. 66 into the ghost world of Americana.