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Back Porch Blues credits from No Strings Attached, track released 06 January 2014 Mad Dog Friedman - harmonica and lead vocals Dan "Mojo Man" Crecco - washboard and background vocals
blues harp harmonica washboard
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Psychedelic, back porch blues at its best! The Mojo Medicine Show is a unique blues duo that blends the jug juice of 1930's juke band music with the electric
The original Mojo Medicine Show toured the western slopes of Colorado in the summer of 1976. This ragged and hairy troupe of musicians, Gypsy fortune tellers and belly dancers performed their way into the hearts of many a mountain town. It is in this tradition of Colorado’s own home grown, psychedelic, back porch blues that the Mojo Medicine founder, Mad Dog Friedman, decided to create a unique blues duo that captures the spirit of those amazing times. This new incarnation of the Mojo Medicine Show features Mad Dog Friedman on harp, vocals and Theremin and Dan Crecco on washboard, percussion and iPad synth. The modern Mojo Medicine Show puts down the real deal, hippy trippy blues seldom heard in this day and age. From their contemporary, simple, heartfelt, rural-rooted blues to their vintage, analog, improvisational, experimental, aleatory 'lectronica, the Mojo Medicine Show offers a unique alternative to today's throwback, retro-folk and refracted root music scene.
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Blues • Country Blues
Author
Mad Dog Friedman
Rights
2004 by Mark D. Friedman
Uploaded
March 13, 2014
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MP3 1.5 MB • 89 kbps • 2:23
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A Happy Song of Love and Lust lyrics
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Every Morning Lyrics (by Mark “Mad Dog” Friedman) Every mornin’, my baby goes off like a clock Every mornin’, my baby goes off like a clock When she gets a buzzing, you know she’s hard to stop She turn me over easy get that sunny side up She turn me over easy get that sunny side up Well when my baby gets a cooking, you know I can’t get enough. Every mornin’ make it percolate Every mornin’ make it percolate Well my blood get a boiling, you know I just can’t wait You know she warm me like toast, she spread me just like jam, You know she warm me like toast, she spread me just like jam, Every mornin’, she make me glad I’m her man ©2006 by Mark “Mad Dog” Friedman All rights reserved. http://www.maddogharp.com
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