Editor's note: I always wanted to be a historian but then I remembered that I have a very focused and forgetting memory that only concentrates on what I believe in. And my first love, of course, was writing but I have zero discipline and even less interest in writing a book. My second was the female species but after striking out with as many as I can count and procuring a little clone daughter I am more or less cured of that animal (which is no indictment against the little cherub because I consider her an extension of myself and even though I'm useless (no fault of hers) I am still a vainglorious prick who loves himself very much [but not as much as her].) as well. Which brings me to records. I'll be honest...I love records but I don't LOVE them. I love the actual record itself but the music on them hardly interests me for the most part. I have the same fascination with liquor bottles though I can't be bothered with drinking the stuff. What I'm saying is that I have a discordant nature and clash with my own idealism. Which is merely a mask for saying that I actually enjoyed this piece of wax although I don't remember a damn thing about it because I recorded it three weeks ago. Do you know what the best part about that is? I don't even care.
I came across this record on a few blogs and managed to track down some audio from WFMU's site. I would love to hear more from this honky-tonkin' caterwaulin' queen. Listen to the tracks below and I think you will too!