“Dayng Man…Pope is at it again. This time, he’s diggin’ deeper into the North Carolina folk legend Tom Dooley. Helluva lot deeper’n them three fellas from California, or Kingston, or wherever, dug…an they hadda #1 Smash Hit with the song!!! This concept album has got all kinds smokedy fire burnin up the stings. There’s 12 original songs on this CD, plus an adaptation/re-arrangement of the traditional folk song “The Ballad of Tom Dooley” (the one thats got alla the facts an characters involved all twisted…). Readin the liner notes here, which contains all-original artwerkins and some writing from the artist hisself, seems ol’ Pope played alla the instruments on this album, did alla the sangin, recordin….dayng – he done it all!! I betcha a nickel its a hotdiddle, damn good way to sit by the fire fer an hour or so an listen to some storyin’…”
Ricky Pickit, 2009
Also available are copies of the debut release by Eddie Frank Dunham, “Livin’ Room Legend”, as well as TWO original illustrated storybooks.
Hang Yer Head: $10
add another CD (either Hang Yer Head, or Livin’ Room Legend): $15
Comic books: $5 a piece
if yer interested in a combo platter of alla this stuff (which will include a special combo platter surprise!) email me fer specific combo platter pricings an stuff.
SO, I wunder what REALLY happened down in Wilkes County way back then. Im not terribly pleased with what the Kingston Trio did to North Carolina Folklore. These guys were from Cali, an took a North Carolina folk song an made a pretty, little dainty ass song about a gruesome and twisted murder. Ima tell the real dope people… Im doin all kinds of research and thinkin an creatin an drawin an drawin from researchin, an creatin….
are apparently on the rampant rise round here. Like zombies that trip on their own shoelaces. And then poke narrowminded clarinets. And more contradiction than can be withstood through a glass of concert tickets. But I appreciate alla the concern, and alla the werryin’ about me. Ill be yer Osama, as a genius once muttered in similar yet more caramel-ey situations. Oh, and thanks fer stoppin’ by the site an trollin’ like a pro!!!
If two things were to ever be able to say anything to each other, what could possibly come from the inside of an open bottle of clear Canadian springtime that spills its own omnipresence all over the spaghetti sauce that I speant 12 Continue Reading »
Gahtamighty. I freakin love Sam Chatmon, Walter Vincson, Bo Chatmon, Lonnie Chapmon, Lonnie Chatmon, Armenter Chatmon, Walter Jacobs, Lonnie Chatmon, Bo Carter, Lonnie Carter, or whatever they wanted to be calleded at any given mermont. They sometimes ganged up as the Mississippi Shieks. An dont let them numbers fool ya, it were not a big ol gang’a hairy bloozemen, they were only 4 of em. They jus had a buncha names. This pertickalar clip gets m’goose a ganglin. His pickin is finer’n wine, love his voice, an if he wouldnt punch me in both eyes at the same time, whilst still playin’ this tune, I’d run up an hug his neck.
