This is country music done perfectly.
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I Throw My Nickels In
Weekend Mix: 2/15/19

I hated the launch presentation of Apple Music with the power of a thousand super-novas. It was the worst presentation I’ve ever seen. Ever.
But after being a power user of Spotify since the beta, I am thinking about moving to Apple Music. Here’s my profile for those interested in some curated alt. county music.
But between Apple Shortcuts, the ability to (at least more) easily add my own MP3s, and HomePod playback…
Here’s some music for your weekend.
So I’m a Hellcat, and You’re a Hellbender
Honest to the Point of Recklessness
It’s hard to pick my favorite Grateful Dead song. I named my first-born after one. I’ve listened to many others hundreds of times.
But if you make me pick one, it would be Althea.
If you haven’t seen it, binge watch Long Strange Trip (on Amazon Prime). A must-watch for anyone who likes music, and anyone who wants to understand the importance of the Dead in American music.
Bonus: It’s audio only, but many people, including me, believe that the best Althea ever was this one, from 1980.
Here’s my personal Dead playlist. All live.
No Sweeping Exit
Most non-Deadheads don’t know that Jerry Garcia started off as a banjo player. This is magical.
Travelin’ Every Day
I’ve said for decades that the Allman Brothers is (was) the best rock and roll band ever, and that Chuck Leavell is the best keyboards player who ever lived. Here’s one of many reasons why.
The entire thing is perfect. The keyboards at 3:04 are out of this world.
Brothers and Sisters, maybe the best record ever made, at Amazon.
That Bitter Taste
It was the 3rd of June
Another sleepy, dusty, delta day.
“In 1967, it was a No. 1 hit for Bobbie Gentry, a singer-songwriter from Chickasaw County, Miss. For two weeks, Gentry was bigger than the Beatles, as her album bumped Sgt. Pepper off the top of the charts.”
“There’s so much power in the brilliant instrumental arrangements in the song, the string section echoing the sound of flowers fluttering down off the bridge, and the pulse of the Tallahatchie River itself.”