Elvis Country is the 11th studio album by Elvis Aaron Presley, and its contents of 12 “country” tracks (honky tonk, rockabilly, bluegrass, etc.) were recorded (mainly) during the first week of June, 1970. The RCA Records album was released on January 2nd, 1971. Where were you on January 2nd, 1971?
We procured this sweet-ass Mexican Beatles EP of Taxman over the holidays. (Thanks for the impulse, Meg!) As you can see, she’s a beaut! Just in case you were wondering, Comprador De Impuestos is Spanish for Taxman. 🙂
Viva La Mexico!
When snicker-snackin’ at 3:24 am, consider a salty toss of Nilsson (here, featured as Schmilsson). Calories don’t count at night, am I right?
So much can, and needs to be said about this prolific album, none of which will be discussed, even remotely, here. Carry on.
One can never have enough of a perfect thing. Happy Friday, kids.
I’m so absolutely beside myself to finally own a working copy of Muswell on 8-track that I’m thoroughly on board with the complete reworking of the playlist for this bass-heavy medium. Have a Cuppa Tea, followed by Skin and Bone, wait… TO CLOSE OUT THE ALBUM?! I continue to tell myself how fortunate I am to have finally found this 12-song, 8-track cartridge of perfection, and will, obviously, welcome it into the family with open, outstretched arms despite its, lets say, unorthodox and creative reordering. I now own Muswell a total of four times, but really, who’s counting?
Simple, yet subtly ingenious, the album ass to the 1971 live album from The Mothers (of Invention) covers all the necessary info, while maintaining the nonconformist mentality that Mr. Zappa has been comfortably associated with. Truth or fiction, this back sleeve certainly is eye-catching.
The Prudent Groove (among several other members of his abundant family) welcome into this conscious, baby Leif (last name undisclosed to protect the congratulatory). The Who, you ask? Great companions and their adorable newborn. With all the extended family (read: friends) and their bulging, baby bellies, we pose the inevitable, Who’s Next?