Showing posts with label Butane MacLane. Show all posts
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Saturday, July 18, 2015

Butane MacLane - Seven Songs From Arkansas

Bitrate: MP3@320K/s
Time: 40:17
Size: 92.2 MB
Styles: Rockin blues
Year: 2008
Art: Front

[ 4:36] 1. I'm Ready
[ 4:37] 2. Shame Shame Shame
[ 6:47] 3. Little Red Rooster
[ 4:23] 4. Ain't Got No Money
[ 4:21] 5. No Money Down
[11:14] 6. Serves Me Right To Suffer
[ 4:16] 7. Baby Please Don't Go

Hailing from a “lazy village beside the ocean”, Mr. MacLane now lives in a yurt on the “wrong side” of an Ozark Mountain dubbed Rattlesnake Hill. Along with his axes, MacLane shares his life with a “gorgeous blond” - his miniature German Shepherd JoJo. “If Paris Hilton was a dog,” he said, “JoJo would be her twin, or did I amscray that backwards?” Asked how he came by the unusual first name, the musician jokingly accused your reviewer of sexism, “Would you ask my girly-girl sister Methane where she got hers?”

At the age of 5, the Blue Rocker found himself “tinkling on the ivories” after a sweaty nightmare involving “My Darlin’ Clementine.” The night Elvis first appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show, Butane claims he strummed a hemp fireplace broom until “my grubby little feelers bled. Little did I know them red stains would be the yellow canary in the mine.” Yes, Elvis was cool, and Jerry Lee was better, but it was the Originator, the Architect that fired MacLane’s soul, “the Tutti Frutti himself, Mr. Little Richard Penniman.”

A complex twist of fate brought Butane to the Newport Folk and Jazz Festivals of the 1960’s. He spent valuable hours with some of the best: John Lee Hooker, Mississippi John Hurt, Reverend Gary Davis, and a “cat on a collision with kismet, that funky white dude from Minnesota - Blind Boy Grunt.” Music historians will recognize the name as an early pseudonym of Bob Dylan. “I always thought of Grunt as more of a ha-ha clown, a jester, but all that went down the toilet once the long-hairs called him God.” Butane described the day he met Howlin’ Wolf as “overcast, threatening, but rainless. The only sound was the dripping on my leather shoes.”

Asked how he’d characterize his music, MacLane answered in the third person, “Butane wants you to dance.” Pressed on what ocean he’s from, and where’s he’s been for three decades, the handsome rocker cried that he “wasn’t there” and “didn’t do anything.” He added that we must have him “confused with someone else.” ~ Dave Edwards Post/Herald Times

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