On top of all that was a suggestion of the bar-walking, crowd-pleasing gutbucket
Fueled by the teen wet dream visions of leader Conrad Keely, And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead lurches from a latter day version of anthemic prog rock to less anthemic pop songs to gutbucket
The music here blends the sounds of old-time string bands with gospel quartets and gutbucket
blues to make a glorious, clanking cacophony that rumbles along behind lyrics about a little cat's struggle for a place in the sun.
So he went on a crash diet and turned from 30 stone gutbucket
into a 14 and a half stone Mr Thincredible.
NORTHRIDGE - Credit a miracle of music - namely 13 banjos, one tuba and a gutbucket
bass - for moving Ida Kotnik to ditch her walker and dance the jitterbug.
He will be joined by comedy partner, Arnold Gutbucket
, a comedian with a musical bent.
Something of a Peter Pan himself, larger-than-life Brian is in his element working with children and he'll be dressing up as Captain Erasmus Gutbucket
to front this fun-filled show.
After his rapturous appraisal of Sam Cooke's 1950s-'60s ascension--opening up white Americans to the most elegant entreaties of black artists, braving the financial skulduggery of Allen Klein, establishing black pop's "lighter touch" as opposed to gutbucket
naturalism--Kempton staggers upon the next phase of black pop music's social trajectory, at Motown.
Did they listen to gutbucket
blues--`that colored music'--or the symphony?
He puts a solid man like Joe on the suitcase and hires three other gutbucket
boys; then his idea of good get-off is to waste sure rough tone on those corny licks he likes to wax.
blues, smoothed-out Chicago blues, big bands alone and with female and male singers, the piano men and occasional women, Gershwin, Brahms, Ellingron, Chopin, Bach, Rodgers and Hart/Hammerstein, Lerner and Lowe, Leontyne Price, Marian Anderson, Count Basie, Artur Rubenstein, Mahalia Jackson, Barbara Cook, and on and on.
One played clarinet; the other one played a mean gutbucket
, or slide trombone.
Nothing - and I mean NOTHING - has done more damage to our image, especially among the English, than the Govan gutbucket
Catfish, resident scat doyen of gutbucket
blues guitar, milking the high strings with the filed-down, brown-glass bottleneck of an Old Granddad fifth, twin moustaches swaying like the pecan trees in the languid breeze.