Showing posts with label Pilgrims. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pilgrims. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

BIGSHOE MIX: THANK, GIVE


My Jesus-Year Jukebox continues. . .

Choke down your cran-turkey-slurry with 33 tracks, thankfully arranged with the gift of aural tryptophan close in mind (or something like the opposite).  Aural football maybe?:

The Killer -- From a Shaman's Notebook
I'm an Indian, Too -- Don Armando
Thanks, Bitch -- Avenue D
Give Me A Beat -- Girl Talk
Give Thanks -- The Romanian Orphan Choir
Be Thankful -- Natalie Cole
Give U More -- Dizzee Rascal
Thanks-A-Lot -- Dengue Fever
(For God's Sake) Give More Power To The People -- The Chi-Lites
Thanks A Lot -- Neko Case & Her Boyfriends
I Don't Give A Fuck -- Peaches
Thank You -- Bombadil
Just Give It To Me Raw -- Busta Rhymes
Thank You For Your Love -- Antony and the Johnsons
God Knows (You Gotta Give To Get) -- El Perro Del Mar
I Am a Poor Pilgrim of Sorrow -- Old Regular Baptists
Please and Thank You -- Wildcat! Wildcat!
Our Givest -- Danielson
Shoo Turkey -- From "Been in the Storm So Long"
Give And Go -- Girl Talk
The Pilgrim - Thanksgiving Song -- Randy Brothers
Give Him Cornbread -- Beau Jocque & The Zydeco Hi-Rollers
Give Your Hands To Struggle -- Bernice Johnson Reagon
I wanna give it to you in the butt
You Give Me A Boner -- Anton Glamb
Quapaw Peyote Song at 45 RPM -- Louis W. Ballard
Givers -- Lucky Dragon
Turkey Song -- Mike, Peggy, Barbara & Penny Seeger
Give Me the Night -- George Benson
Give Up -- Okay
Give You What I Got -- Wendy Rene
Thanksgiving Dinner -- Mike Phirman
Thank You -- Bruce Haack

Download HERE


Sunday, November 27, 2011

ADIEU MON AMOUR


One last farewell to the Thanksgiving leftovers in my fridge.  

Photo courtesy of Free Press Houston and Mark C. Austin

Thursday, November 24, 2011

HEY THERE PILGRIM


I'm not covered in silver belt buckles (not even one!) or strictly wearing black.  I can't even claim a giant felt hat, 10 gallons or otherwise.  That said, I often conflate "cowboy" with pilgrim.  The ultimate American masculine signifier must have a legacy in our national founding myth too right?  Maybe I should just blame John Wayne.  Or Indians.  They pop up in both myths, the perfect "communal" foil to match the rugged individual Calvinist narrative our Nation loves so much.  

Either way, here is a Thanksgiving treat just for you: Colby as Cowboy, courtesy of Raging Stallion's latest release.  There were a lot of cowpokes in this one.  I didn't make first cut-- maybe I should have been an Indian?  Don't despair, scroll over to find me in Disc 2: COWBOYS.  Or just admire my big cowpoke here.