When I first got this new-to-me release from Dom Flemons, I slipped disc 1 into my car’s player as I cruised down Florida’s highway 441. Yowsa! I was immediately smiling and tapping my “clutch foot” with the boys in the band as they let things rip for all they are worth on the opener, “Til The Seas Run Dry,” complete with a woodblock solo that could raise the infirm out of their chairs and have them struttin’. As I listened, tapped and smiled on, I thought Flemons sure has gathered up a fine mess of good old obscure songs that have flown under my blues, old timey, and whatnot radar. It wasn’t ‘till I was safely parked and reading the fine print, I saw that Flemons had written a bunch of them, tunes that seamlessly sound and feel like they were written 100 years ago, minus thank goodness, the recording tech of that era.
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