Friday, November 09, 2007
Popa Chubby is just so damn good. If you ever get a chance to see him... do! A master of the Strat, a master of the Blues. I love many types of music, indeed most, but there's something about the blues, something that reaches deep inside the mind with the talons of an eagle to clutch the deepest, most entrenched emotions in a death grip... love... pain... which are, of course, hopelessly enmeshed in each other's tendrils. When it's over... one just seems to feel a little bit better. And that's a good thing. Be needin' it, yo.
More of Popa singing songs special to the Igularity
Purple Haze & Foxy Lady
She said that Evil was her name