We're in Austin for a week or so. Just a little break, no real plans except seeing a few friends/relatives, maybe upgrading my suddenly pathetic wardrobe, and hitting the record convention.
My evil twin C. is lurking somewhere in the shadows whispering about a "holy grail" record he can supply, for a price. Too bad, I really can't afford it, and even if I could I'm not so sure he wouldn't show up and demand I name the baby "Baal" in exchange.
Speaking of which, "Daddy", aka My Boy, wants to name the baby Cindy Lou after his favorite Gene Terry song. I'm like, over-my-dead-body. Baby girl's gonna have a proper name on the birth certificate or the space for her daddy's name is gonna be filled with a very big question mark.
Mama sez so.
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This is Skip Easterling's slightly psychedelic follow-up to his good sized hit, "Hoochie Coochie Man". Lucky for ya'll, both sides are so good I can't choose between 'em. Huey Smith is at the control board...and keyboards. I believe the year is 1971.