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No, I'm some OTHER Anthony Anderson, not the one you might have seen in movies or on Law & Order. In addition to short stories in "Twisted Dreams", "Horrotica", and "The Nubian Chronicles"; I am also the author of "The Vile, Sinister, and Most Utterly Diabolical Account of Latrina Emerson" currently available at Amazon.com or at lulu.com I'm also part of The Gothic Creatives administrated by Andrea Dean von Scoyoc.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Pot Liquor and Southern Fried Shrooms

In 1969, Chess records thought it would be a brilliant idea to "modernize" Howlin' Wolf's sound psychedelic style. The result was dubbed simply "The Howlin' Wolf Album".
Chester "Howlin' Wolf" Burnett thought it was shit.
My dad and uncle, getting a copy of this album some years later, were lukewarm about it at best and didn't seem to count it as among his best work.
The rest of the music world apparently didn't care much for it either.
I, by contrast, thought it was the bee's knees. Then again, I was one weird-ass kid.
But as children are wont to do, I would forget about it momentarily during my teen years. Once I remembered again in my early twenties, the album was long gone and no one seemed to miss it but me. Finding it again sort of became a mini-obsession with me over the interim. Every once in awhile I have this two to three hour period where I'd run around town and have record shop proprietors scratching their heads over my nutty request. Or I stalk the Internet (once it came my way) ignoring porn to an unhealthy extent for one so young. Still nothing. It was as if I had hallucinated the entire aural freak-out experience.
Until tonight. Tonight I finally stumbled upon my first clue that I was not (that much of) a delusional idiot: that aforementioned Wikipedia entry. Figuratively scrambling forward on my knees in what may have approached religious ecstasy, I entered the temple of the Amazon and found my heart's desire...for 85 bucks.
Oh, hell no. And even if I could spare $85, it's on vinyl and I don't have a turntable. And if an import CD ever become available Bill Gates would probably have a hard time scraping up the money for a copy. Luckily or not, someone posted a few tracks on YouTube. I haven't given it a listen yet and I'm expressing some doubts because memory is not exactly a reliable thing. The songs not be as great as I remember (that sort of thing's happened before). Here a link if any of you are interested.
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Okay...I listened to it...man, I really WAS one weird ass kid.


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