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J.S. - Makin' A Livin' Fishin'
- With a nick name like “Largemouth,” you might expect that J.S. Weeden has a lot to say… and you would be right. “Makin’ a Livin’ Fishin”, a blues album overflowing with sarcasm and tales of bar brawls, pool hustlers, and double crossing lady friends kicks of with “Incompatibility”: “I asked my wife one day, why these kids don’t look like me… We need a DNA test, this ain’t my pedigree…” That’s just as taste of what’s to come; glancing at the track list, one’s curiosity might be peaked as to what surprises “If the Ticks Don’t Get ‘Em the Chiggers Will,” “Bye Bye Terrorist,” or “Cialis Levitta & Viagra” have in store.
Weedon, self-proclaimed “World’s Greatest Blues Singin’ Bass Fisherman” makes decent music, but shouldn’t quit his fishing days just yet. His blunt, often irreverent lyrics tap more into redneck stereotypes than the soulful misery and depth of the blues. Still, some pieces stand out for dance-ability and inspired solos, like the harmonica of “Catchin’ Up on the Blues” and the horns on “Mail Order Bride.” Weedon’s drumming and coarse vocal delivery (which at one point or another will grate on the cochlea), is graciously complemented by serious blues cats who come to the rescue. “Makin’ a Livin’ Fishin’” is quintessential pool hall music; it goes great with a shot of whisky and the loud crack of a cue stick scattering billiard balls across a green felt table.
Reviewer: C. Lizaire
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Added: 1-May-2006
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