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williegoat NOV 10, 01:22 PM
(I didn't want to overrun the "Guitar sound" thread with a whole string of videos, so I figured maybe I should make a separate thread.)

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If you are a fan of guitar and are not familiar with these two sisters from Atlanta, well just give them a listen.

They started out playing Bluegrass as The Lovell Sisters, but they blew me away when they did a self produced video of the old Son House tune, “Preachin’ Blues”. It was hard to comprehend how two little white girls could play real Blues like that.

I saw them live a few years ago at a Blues festival up in Flagstaff and was again impressed that they could also do hard driving Rock n’ Roll.

It now seems that they are also pretty good at country.










(nice '67 Chevelle in the above video)


(I split my lip open on the steel dash of a pickup exactly like that one when I was about 18 years old)
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Let's go Brandon!

[This message has been edited by williegoat (edited 11-10-2022).]

maryjane NOV 10, 07:11 PM

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Originally posted by williegoat:

I split my lip open on the steel dash of a pickup exactly like that one when I was about 18 years old



Was tequila and a girl involved?
williegoat NOV 10, 07:51 PM

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Originally posted by maryjane:

Was tequila and a girl involved?


No, it was a much more mundane story.

It was a cold and wet (for Arizona) morning and we were headed out to the desert to go shooting. John was driving his father’s pickup, Tim was in the middle and I was at the right door.

As soon as we got under way, the windows started to fog up and I suggested that maybe we should stop and wipe them off. John, who had earned his nickname “Leadfoot”, had just pulled the “three on the tree” up into second and stuck his foot back into the 327 as he confidently proclaimed, “Don’t worry. I know this road like the back of my-” BLAM!

Tim was just putting out a cigarette and broke his finger in the ashtray and I kissed the dashboard, splitting my upper lip wide open. We pushed a parked ‘65 Buick Electra 225 back about nine feet.

I tried to open the door, but it was stuck, so I leaned back and kicked it open with both feet.

I was kneeling on the ground, spitting out blood and making up a whole new vocabulary of cuss words to call John, when I looked up to see Eddie, who was rudely awakened by the sound, surveying the situation. He was married to the older sister of one of our other friends, and it was his car that we just totaled.
maryjane NOV 10, 08:09 PM
Nothing unusual there Willie...sounds like a normal redneck weekend to me.
(My first wreck, I lost control going too fast in a curve and drove into the local volunteer fire station)