How does one make sense of an annoying, hours-long, Amoeba voyage?
My approach: wine, cigs and a scattered bag of shit just for you. Dig it.
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Let's lead off with a little Ike Turner.
Ike was good at things. Yes, hurting women. But he also knew how to play some shit-funk guitar, tickle ivories and arrange what most of you may know as a J5 joint. Let's hear it:
Ike Turner and The Kings Of Rhythm—Getting Nasty
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Bettye Lavette with the Drive-By Truckers makes about as much sense as this (I saw him in person last week). But somehow it works. Well.
Bettye Lavette w/ Drive-By Truckers—Before The Money Came
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Clarence Reid showed up on the last post (scroll down). He now also holds the Ear Hole title for Best Album Cover.

Clarence Reid—Nobody But You Babe
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Ween. Oh, Ween. I thought they were off the junk, but the new record tells us otherwise.
Ween—Your Party
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I know nothing about Robert Parker, other than that his is the best track on this disc I just bought.
Robert Parker—Get Ta Steppin'
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It's tough to pick a favorite from Atmosphere's new trifecta of EPs, but this is what I came up with.
Buy all three.
Atmosphere—66th Street
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These guys are Italian.
The Link Quartet—Milwaukee Hunter
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And yes, it is raining in L.A.
Irma Thomas—It's Raining
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Betty Davis was married to Miles and nailing Jimi. Sounds like it, anyway.
Betty Davis—Anti-Love Song
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Guilty pleasure.
Bee Gees—I Started A Joke
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If you've gotten this far, why not indulge with a plug: a good read on this MP3 blogosphere you are exploiting.
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Wait, here's another tight Atmosphere joint from the aforementioned EPs:
Atmosphere—Ha, This One Is About Alcohol Too