I got a bunch of barnes and noble gift certificates (I guess people didn't feel comfortable giving the gift of ammo) and ordered

    Patriots: Surviving the Coming Collapse: A Novel of the Turbulent NearFuture

        Low Spark of High Heeled Boys [Bonus Tracks] - traffic

      John Barleycorn Must Die [Remastered Bonus Tracks] - traffic
Unintended Consequences

 Alas, Babylon

    Minstrel in the Gallery [Bonus Tracks] - jethro tull

  Mudlark - leo kottke

   Lucifer's Hammer




I am listening to traffic right now, it's been decades since I've heard it, I'm getting a contact buzz!!!

Yeah, I know, hippie music. No worse than what they have today. I'm reading lucifer's hammer to make up for it.



Rainmaker, rainmaker The sky is gray just by the
touch of your hand Rainmaker, rainmaker Make me
some rain, make all my crops grow tall


Rainmaker, rainmaker The sky is gray, the ground
is so hard It's been cracked by the sun Rainmaker,
you know my work's never done



There were three men came out of the west, their
fortunes for to try And these three men made a
solemn vow John Barleycorn must die They've
plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head And these three men made
a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead

They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the
rains from heaven did fall And little Sir John
sprung up his head and so amazed them all They've
let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked
both pale and wan And little Sir John's grown a
long long beard and so become a man They've hired
men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at
the knee They've rolled him and tied him by the
way, serving him most barbarously They've hired
men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him
to the heart And the loader he has served him
worse than that For he's bound him to the cart


They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til
they came onto a pond And there they made a solemn
oath on poor John Barleycorn They've hired men
with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from
bone And the miller he has served him worse than
that For he's ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his
brandy in the glass And little Sir John and the
nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly
to blow his horn And the tinker he can't mend
kettle or pots without a little barleycorn




I'll put on Tull next, havn't gotten leo kottke yet. I owe ar15.com for that one, Someone put a youtube link in a thread reminding me I used to have the mudlark record. Now I have the CD!

 Happy Birthday