Today was the day to split some firewood for next winter's hearth. The sun was bright but not oppressively hot on the back of my neck. Perfect weather for yard work. Only bad side was the blood sucker bugs be hiding in the shade. The mosquitoes breed like crazy in the murky sludge of a swamp that backs up into my yard. So what album should provide the perfect soundtrack to this chore? You know I need something both funky and swampy. That describes the New Orleans groove masters the Meters. Let me introduce you to the band- George Porter Jr's bass slinks around like juicy gossip. Leo Nocentelli fingers chicken scratch guitar like he's a rooster in the hen's coop. Art Neville paints the tunes every shade of the blues on B3 organ. Zigaboo Modeliste beats the drum kit like no other. This funk has just the right grease to keep ya swinging but not so atomic that burn ya out lickety-split. The Meters didn't bother voicing any lyrics on their 1970 debut. The instruments do all the talking. Foul mouth and sweet talking.
