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Buffalo's Top Ten List For The Week of January 29, 2010

Posted: Jan 29, 2010

Howdy guys. Well it's Friday and we are under a winter storm warning so I have assembled a playlist that i feel will warm up anyone's cold day. Check 'em out.

1. Lady  Swampdawamp  Probably the fastest rising stars of the current Southern Rock scene, these boys stole the show on the recent Simple Man Cruise. This is their new single. Look for it on the upcoming February Gritz compilation.

2. So Caught Up in You   38 Special
One of my all time favorite 38 songs. When they play this on the radio I turn it up! Don Barnes is a killer singer!

3. I Wanna Be That Woman  Bekka Bramlett
Sexy, sultry song from Bekka's truly wonderful new release.

4. Sang Her Love Songs  Winters Brothers Band
A classic in every sense of the word. I have to play this whole album at least once a week.

5. Give it All You’ve Got  Marshall Tucker Band
From their 2004 release Beyond the Horizon. Just a great song written an d sung by Chris Hicks.

6. Starlight & Stone  Kris Kristofferson
Man, they don’t make ‘em like Kris no more. This is from his current album.I understand his one man show at The Ryman earlier this week was astounding.

7. Sunk Down in Mississippi  Tommy Talton
Lord the man got da blues! This is one fine delta blues style tune baby.

8. Bounty Hunter  Molly Hatchet
When it’s time to kick some Southern Rock ass, who ya gonna call? That’s right!

9. Never Ending Song Of Love    Delaney & Bonnie
I always loved the simplicity of Delaney’s guitar and Bonnie on the tambourine on this one. Same reason I love the whole Motel Shot album. One of the best ever.

10. New Mexico   The Boxmasters
One of the great original tracks from their latest album Modbilly which features a whole disc of originals and a disc of covers. Good stuff.

Keep it Real. Keep it Southern.


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gongsi028 says...

It was cold in the night and Robert Jordan slept heavily. Once he woke and, stretching, realized that the girl was there, curled far down in the robe, breathing lightly and UGG Boots Clearance regularly, and in the dark, bringing his head in from the cold, the sky hard and sharp with stars, the air cold in his nostrils, he put his head under the warmth of the robe and kissed her smooth shoulder. She did not wake and he rolled onto his side away from her and with his head out of the robe in the cold again, lay awake a moment feeling the long, seeping luxury of his fatigue and then the smooth tactile happiness of their two bodies touching and then, as he pushed his legs out deep as they would go in the robe, he slipped down steeply into sleep. He woke at first UGG Boots Clearance daylight and the girl was gone. He knew it as he woke and, putting out his arm, he felt the robe warm where she had been. He looked at the mouth of the cave where the blanket showed frost-rimmed and saw the thin gray smoke from the crack in the rocks that meant the kitchen fire was lighted. A man came out of the timber, a blanket worn over his head like a poncho Robert Jordan saw it was Pablo and that he was smoking a cigarette. He's been down corralling the horses, he thought. Pablo pulled open the blanket and went into the cave without looking toward Robert Jordan. Robert Jordan felt with his hand the light frost that lay on the worn, spotted green balloon silk outer covering of the five-year-old down robe, then settled into UGGS Clearance it again. _Bueno_, he said to himself, feeling the familiar caress of the flannel lining as he spread his legs wide, then drew them together and then turned on his side so that his head would be away from the direction where he knew the sun would come. _Qu?m醩 da_, I might as well sleep some more. He slept until the sound of airplane motors woke him. Lying on his back, he saw them, a fascist patrol of three Fiats, tiny, bright, fast-moving across the mountain sky, headed in the direction from which Anselmo and he had come yesterday. The three passed and then came nine more, flying much higher in the minute, pointed formations of threes, threes and threes. Pablo and the gypsy were standing at the cave mouth, in the shadow, watching the Ugg boots clearance sky and as Robert Jordan lay still, the sky now full of the high hammering roar of motors, there was a new droning roar and three more planes came over at less than a thousand feet above the clearing. These three were Heinkel one-elevens, twin-motor bombers. Robert Jordan, his head in the shadow of the rocks, knew they would not see him, and that it did not matter if they did. He knew they could possibly see the horses Ugg boots clearance in the corral if they were looking for anything in these mountains. If they were not looking for anything they might still see them but would naturally take them for some of their own cavalry mounts. Then came a new and louder droning roar and three more Heinkel one-elevens showed coming steeply, stiffly, lower yet, crossing in rigid formation, their pounding roar approaching in crescendo to an absolute of noise and then receding as they passed the clearing. Robert Jordan unrolled the bundle of clothing that made his pillow and pulled on his shirt. It was over his head and he was pulling it down when he heard the next planes coming and he pulled his trousers on under the robe and lay still as three more of the Heinkel bimotor bombers came over. Before they were gone over the shoulder of the mountain, he had buckled on his pistol, rolled the robe and placed it against the rocks and sat now, close against the rocks, tying his rope-soled shoes when the approaching droning Ugg boots clearance turned to a greater clattering roar than ever before and nine more Heinkel light bombers came in echelons; hammering the sky apart as they went over. Robert Jordan slipped along the rocks to the mouth of the cave where one of the brothers, Pablo, the gypsy, Anselmo, Agust韓 and the woman stood in the mouth looking out. "Have there been planes like this before?" he asked. "Never," said Pablo. "Get in. They will see thee." The sun had not yet hit the mouth of the cave. It was just now shining on the meadow by the stream and Robert Jordan knew they could not be seen in the dark, early morning shadow of the trees and the solid shade the rocks made, but he went in the cave in order not to make them nervous. "They are many," the woman said. "And there will be more," Robert Jordan said. "How do you know?" Pablo asked suspiciously. "Those, just now, will have pursuit planes with them." Just then they heard them, the higher, whining drone, and as they passed at about five thousand feet, Robert Jordan counted fifteen Fiats in echelon of echelons like a wild-goose flight of the V-shaped threes. In the cave entrance their faces all looked very sober and Robert Jordan said, "You have not seen this many planes?" "Never," said Pablo. "There are not many at Segovia?" "Never has there been, we have seen three usually. Sometimes six of the chasers. Perhaps three Junkers, the big ones with the three motors, with the chasers with them. Never have we seen planes like this." It is bad, Robert Jordan thought. This is really bad. Here is a concentration of planes which means something very bad. I must listen for them to unload. But no, they cannot have brought up the troops yet for the attack. Certainly not before tonight or tomorrow night, certainly not yet. Certainly they will not be moving anything at this hour. He could still hear the receding drone. He looked at his watch. By now they should be over the lines, the first ones anyway. He Pushed the knob that set the second hand to clicking and watched it move around. No, perhaps not yet. By now. Yes. Well over by now. Two hundred and fifty miles an hour for those one-elevens anyway. Five minutes would carry them there. By now they're well beyond the pass with Castile all yellow and tawny beneath them now in the morning, the yellow crossed by white roads and spotted with the small villages and the shadows of the Heinkels moving over the land as the shadows of sharks pass over a sandy floor of the ocean. There was no bump, bump, bumping thud of bombs. His watch ticked on. They're going on to Colmenar, to Escorial, or to the flying field at Manzanares el Real, he thought, with the old castle above the lake with the ducks in the reeds and the fake airfield just behind the real field with the dummy planes, not quite hidden, their props turning in the wind. That's where they must be headed. They can't know about the attack, he told himself and something in him said, why can't they? They've known about all the others. "Do you think they saw the horses?" Pablo asked. "Those weren't looking for horses," Robert Jordan said. "But did they see them?" "Not unless they were asked to look for them." "Could they see them?" "Probably not," Robert Jordan said. "Unless the sun were on the trees." "It is on them very early," Pablo said miserably. "I think they have other things to think of besides thy horses," Robert Jordan said. It was eight minutes since he had pushed the lever on the stop watch and there was still no sound of bombing. "What do you do with the watch?" the woman asked. "I listen where they have gone." "Oh," she said. At ten minutes he stopped looking at the watch knowing it would be too far away to hear, now, even allowing a minute for the sound to travel, and said to Anselmo, "I would speak to thee." Anselmo came out of the cave mouth and they walked a little way from the entrance and stood beside a pine tree. "_Qu?tal?_" Robert Jordan asked him. "How goes it?" "All right." "Hast thou eaten?" "No. No one has eaten." "Eat then and take something to eat at mid-day. I want you to go to watch the road. Make a note of everything that passes both up and down the road." "I do not write." "There is no need to," Robert Jordan took out two leaves from his notebook and with his knife cut an inch from the end of his pencil. "Take this and make a mark for tanks thus," he drew a slanted tank, "and then a mark for each one and when there are four, cross the four strokes for the fifth." "In this way we count also." "Good. Make another mark, two wheels and a box, for trucks. If they are empty make a circle. If they are full of troops make a straight mark. Mark for guns. Big ones, thus. Small ones, thus. Mark for cars. Mark for ambulances. Thus, two wheels and a box with a cross on it. Mark for troops on foot by companies, like this, see? A little square and then mark beside it. Mark for cavalry, like this, you see? Like a horse. A box with four legs. That is a troop of twenty horse. You understand? Each troop a mark." "Yes. It is ingenious." "Now," he drew two large wheels with circles around them and a short line for a gun barrel. "These are anti-tanks. They have rubber tires. Mark for them. These are anti-aircraft," two wheels with the gun barrel slanted up. "Mark for them also. Do you understand? Have you seen such guns?" "Yes," Anselmo said. "Of course. It is clear." "Take the gypsy with you that he will know from what point you will be watching so you may be relieved. Pick a place that is safe, not too close and from where you can see well and comfortably. Stay until you are relieved." "I understand." "Good. And that when you come back, I should know everything that moved upon the road. One paper is for movement up. One is for movement down the road." They walked over toward the cave. "Send Rafael to me," Robert Jordan said and waited by the tree. He watched Anselmo go into the cave, the blanket falling behind him. The gypsy sauntered out, wiping his mouth with his hand. "_Qu?tal?_" the gypsy said. "Did you divert yourself last night?" "I slept." "Less bad," the gypsy said and grinned. "Have you a cigarette?" "Listen," Robert Jordan said and felt in his pocket for the cigarettes. "I wish you to go with Anselmo to a place from which he will observe the road. There you will leave him, noting the place in order that you may guide me to it or guide whoever will relieve him later. You will then go to where you can observe the saw mill and note if there are any changes in the post there." "What changes?" "How many men are there now?" "Eight. The last I knew." "See how many are there now. See at what intervals the guard is relieved at that bridge." "Intervals?" "How many hours the guard stays on and at what time a change is made." "I have no watch." "Take mine." He unstrapped it. "What a watch," Rafael said admiringly. "Look at what complications. Such a watch should be able to read and write. Look at what complications of numbers. It's a watch to end watches." "Don't fool with it," Robert Jordan said. "Can you tell time?" "Why not? Twelve o'clock mid-day. Hunger. Twelve o'clock midnight. Sleep. Six o'clock in the morning, hunger. Six o'clock at night, drunk. With luck. Ten o'clock at night--" "Shut up," Robert Jordan said. "You don't need to be a clown. I want you to check on the guard at the big bridge and the post on the road below in the same manner as the post and the guard at the saw mill and the small bridge." "It is much work," the gypsy smiled. "You are sure there is no one you would rather send than me?" "No, Rafael. It is very important. That you should do it very carefully and keeping out of sight with care." "I believe I will keep out of sight," the gypsy said. "Why do you tell me to keep out of sight? You think I want to be shot?" "Take things a little seriously," Robert Jordan said. "This is serious." "Thou askest me to take things seriously? After what thou didst last night? When thou needest to kill a man and instead did what you did? You were supposed to kill one, not make one! When we have just seen the sky full of airplanes of a quantity to kill us back to our grandfathers and forward to all unborn grandsons including all cats, goats and bedbugs. Airplanes making a noise to curdle the milk in your mother's breasts as they pass over darkening the sky and roaring like lions and you ask me to take things seriously. I take them too seriously already." "All right," said Robert Jordan and laughed and put his hand on the gypsy's shoulder. "_Don't_ take them too seriously then. Now finish your breakfast and go." "And thou?" the gypsy asked. "What do you do?" "I go to see El Sordo." "After those airplanes it is very possible that thou wilt find nobody in the whole mountains," the gypsy said. "There must have been many people sweating the big drop this morning when those passed." "Those have other work than hunting guerillas." "Yes," the gypsy said. Then shook his head. "But when they care to undertake that work." "_Qu?va_," Robert Jordan said. "Those are the best of the German light bombers. They do not send those after gypsies." "They give me a horror," Rafael said. "Of such things, yes, I am frightened." "They go to bomb an airfield," Robert Jordan told him as they went into the cave. "I am almost sure they go for that." "What do you say?" the woman of Pablo asked. She poured him a bowl of coffee and handed him a can of condensed milk. "There is milk? What luxury!"

michaelbuffalo says...

I have to agree guys. Swampdawamp are destined for greatness.

copperhead says...

SwampDawamp rocks. I have their first cd. The new one gets better with each listen. Best new thing in a while

tbell2547 says...

SwampDAWamp was FANTASTIC on the cruise. sure wish I could have seen them more than once. They should go a long way. Great vocals and music. Hope our schedule and theirs will match up this year some time. Love the new album. Hope they are on the cruise next year.

waynep says...

nice list Buffalo. Kristofferson was indeed great the other nite

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