revues of buddy don: the beatles love

i aint gut much to say other than ifn ye lack the beatles or even ifn ye dont, ye orta give a listen to that album name of love by the beatles, witch twuz putt together by george martin n his son giles. they tuck lots of them recordins n mashed em up together to whar ye caint hardly bleeve how well the fit. reason they dun it is sos they could pervide the musick fer one of them cirque du soleil shows, witch me n miz bd wuz lucky a nuff to see dralion on a counta my irish friend micky takin us.

miz bd herd bout it frum her bruther whenever she went out to ohio fer that funerull. he tole her it mite hep her feel a lil better, so i wint out n gut a copy n i kin say fer a fack that he wuz rite.

fack is, far as i kin tell, tiz the best beatles album ever ...

... oh, thats rite: the title of it (love) fits todays hallday purty good too.

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leeshure time of buddy don: grate musick at bb king's

yeterdy evenin me n miz bd had tickets to see the john hammond quartet at bb king's blues club n grill, witch the mane reason we know innythang bout john hammond is on a counta miz bds bruther bein a huge fan. he writ miz bd a note lettin her know bout the eevent n tellin her how she orta git toot, witch she gut them tickets rite away ...



we walked down to 42nd street, whar thangs is always happenin, witch ye kin see thangs wuz jumpin outside that thar club ...



we wuz seated quick a nuff, but the food servus wuz the wurst we ever had. our ontrays dint git thar till tuther folks at our table had dun et thars, witch we had orderd furst. then whenever that food finely cum, twuz cold.

but that one negative wuz moren made up fer by the musick ... startin with john hammond, a blues master who kin do ye rite with his guitar pickin, whuther lectrick ...



acoostick ...



or slide ...



he could also blow a purty rightchuss harmonica ...



but whut we dint egg speck wuz how marcia ball wood blow everbidy away. i never herd such piano pickin in all my born days ...



n whut a band she had, startin with this kid n his magick telecaster ...



n this sax player ...



ye kin see the hole gallery of pitchers here (i fergut to turn sum of em rite side up!)

we couldnt stay fer the hole show, but ifn i ever git the chants to see marcia ball agin, i will stay till the wee small hours. aint never herd nuthin so amazin as her band n singin.

dont tell miz bd, but i dun been to the itunes store this mornin n will be skippin to wurk to her musick on 4 hours sleep.

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