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The four. What is this? You're stepping up the big... That's it. You like music, then the next one should be important to you. Please, listen like Johnny Scott Gramercy. Play music for you, suckers. Play music for you, suckers. Dr. John Big Shot and his latest record called Lockdown. Enjoy, loved ones. This is a good consolation for the city. I don't want to live there anymore. Take a car, we'll come to the city. Just like last week and the week before. Don't get sick of school, you know it's your inner city. I don't know if I can take it anymore. I don't know if I can take it anymore. Turn up the slate on the stereo. I know it's late. I don't want to go home. There's no way to find a slave from the city. I don't want to live there anymore. Take a dance car, we'll come to the city. Just like last week and the week before. Feeling cooped up, you know it sure is shitty. I don't want to live here anymore. I know it's late. I said I know it's late. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. Living so good, it's like living in the city. I don't want to live there anymore. Take your dad's car and we'll go to the city Just like last week and way before Kids are sure looking good in the city But I'm gonna go to a rock and roll show I know it's late I don't wanna go home There's no reason No reason to go home It's the worst thing we've seen No one lives here anymore It's the worst thing we've seen Just like last week and way before There's no one inside the city No one lives here anymore We're just friends and we're gonna be safe We're not gonna be asking anymore We're just friends and we're gonna be safe We're just friends and we're gonna be safe We're just friends and we're gonna be safe Another big shot like me Yeah, I'm the big shot Laying in a cup for you to see Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah You don't bother That's Right, right, that's second line, bruh Snatch you up, light you up, make you smile You're stoned at the wall, don't be born with style Send you to the precinct for law and the rich child Go dealers, money, Winston's, that's mine Hit y'all, who live, who live, hmm I'm the big shot! gonna be another big shot like me ain't never was never gonna be another big shot like me ain't never was never gonna be another big shot like me I'd beat ya laying in a cotton ball for you to see ya yeah Hey, Lovedos, I was erroneous in my song listing earlier. You started out with Murder City Devils, I Want a Lot Now, and that led into Big Shot by Dr. John aka Dr. John Crow. Hope you caught him last night at the Fonda Theatre. Next up is Andrew Burt. I'm gonna be a little more serious about this because I'm not gonna be a big shot like you or a big shot like you. So, here's a little more about black black black black black black black black black the anesthetic cause she bought for nine and on the young we will dine burn her pale blue shroud and tread on the bones the dean of the boys club crowd reveals we've always been clones oh this being true you know there's more than just two in the cards are for aces so turn and shoot at four faces studies have shown that we like sheep are prone to shove fatal doses of malcontent through our souls but don't be sympathetic just pass the anesthetic cause she bought for nine and on the young we will dine burn her pale blue shroud and tread on the bones the dean of the boys club crowd reveals we've always been clones oh this being true you know there's more than just two so tie up your laces for the gene pool race of races! Patrick Coming up, the Night Marchers. They're playing at Satellite February 22nd and Alex's Bar February 23rd. This is brand new music from Night Marchers. Please do enjoy. Whoo! I'm the Holy Grail of the back of the nails A singing shot is not the place And when the kick drops beating Do you think about a Brazil nut? A Donteo coffee in the bad eyes Is the third coming of K-Town Is it hard enough to see it all quick enough? Watch out, it's military Trails cropping the bottom of the sea Is it bleak enough? Just tell me, are we so wrapped up? Like a mummy, don't listen to yourself Don't listen to a thing No matter what you say All right All right! All heads! Every whip of my lips Every drop of my piss All heads! Everybody watch your back Cause I bleed you like a baby I stand 20 foot tall in a 40 foot ditch When I'm standing on my knees When I'm standing on my knees When I'm standing on my knees All hate Every whiff of my lip Every drop of my fit All hate Every hair that I split Every storm that I shit All hate All hate All hate All hate All hate All hate All hate All hate All hate train sang myself a song the only one I ever loved done me wrong gone well I traveled this world from the mountains to the sea and nothing feels the way it did before I left old Tennessee well I traveled my hand as a brick man before I caught that train that took me far away from home across those western lanes well I searched the towns for love and I searched the hills for gold tried to keep safe and warm like before I left my home guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo ten long years done come and gone guitar solo since my love let me down guitar solo and I hopped that Santa Fe guitar solo started rolling around now these hobos and bullies sure look a lot like me nothing looks the way it did before I left old Tennessee guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo Patrick Gil Landry and Piety, that tune was called Tennessee. And their self-released record out of 2011. New Orleans singer, songwriter, Gil Landry. Prior to that, we heard Belleville Rendezvous from the movie. The movie at the same, Triplets of Belleville was the title of the movie and the record by Mr. Ben Sherrys. Before that, we heard brand new music from the Night Marchers. The tune was called All Hits from their latest record, Elise. This came out a couple weeks back on Swarmy Records. That band is headed up by John Speedo. You may know them from Rocket from the Crypt or Hot Snakes or The Sultans. Like I said, they're playing at a couple spots at the end of the month. At the Satellite on February 22nd and Alex's Bar on February 21st. One day. Before that, we heard Mr. Andrew Bird. The proper project was called Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire. The song is called Eugene. It's kind of an interesting cat. Multi-instrumental, multi-genre. He'll play small group swing like you heard. German music, indie rock. He's played with the likes of Squirrel Net Zippers and Andy DeFranco. He also teaches kids music, I think, over in Chicago. He does film scores and he's just an all-around good chap, I guess. Andrew Bird. Here with my buddy Joe. What's going on, Joe Jughead? Just checking out the digs here at Skid Row Studios. I'm liking it. Jinx, 1-855-778-910. You owe me a Coke after school, man. Yes, I do. When I walk in, the first thing I see is a picture of Bukowski. I'm like, yes! I get it. We're on the same page. Yeah, what do you got coming up? You got something coming up at the Five Star soon? Five Star Bar tomorrow. A stoner metal show. A band from the Bay Area called Castle. The show was originally booked at Los Globos when they were going through their permit debacle and that show was canceled. But luckily, Static Age are booking them again on their way back from their tour. So that's tomorrow at the Five Star Bar with Castle, Behold the Monolith, Iron Mountain, and Yidra. And Pete Majors from Harasser will be spinning some doom and metal. Awesome. Such and such. Yeah. Haven't seen you in a long time, man. Not since last night, anyway. Yeah, buddy. We're over there at Scotland Yard checking out. Well, Joe is working. Yeah. Behind the tables, spinning the ones and twos. But I went there to check out the Disgusting Tins, who always deliver. But also, I got a pretty good surprise by Amigo the Devil. Yeah, indeed. Interesting dude. Just kind of a dark folk. Yeah, I don't know how to describe it much either. I mean, it's real interesting. Yeah, but heartfelt. Like, he's not just kind of playing up. He's not playing up. Like, he plays the banjo. Like, he plays the banjo. Like, just good, powerful. Yeah, great lyrics. Yeah, cathartic type of songs. Yeah, I'd heard about him for a while, but I hadn't got a chance to see him. But I'm glad that we crossed paths. He was really cool. Yeah, good dude. Nice dude. Amigo the Devil. Amigo the Devil. I'm going to be playing him on the next show. Nice. We've got some other tunes coming up. Let me tell you about them. Let's see. Well, behind me right now, you hear The Thievery Corporation with Web of Deception. So, why are you listening to that? Coming up, we got brand new music from Hani El-Khatib with Can't Win Them All. And this one's produced by Dan Auerbach, because that dude has to be everywhere right now. This is from the upcoming record on Innovative Leisure, Leisure Label, and Can't Win Them All by Hani El-Khatib. Right after that, we're going to hear some music from a local gal named Chelsea Wolfe. Our work was good from her latest record, Unknown Rooms, a collection of acoustic songs. That's out on Sgt. House, and I'm going to follow that up with a brand new artist introducing Miss Patti Smith. That'll end this set, but first up, Hani El-Khatib. Thanks, loved one, so much. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. on the premises. All right. This event goes down at Guilty Studios, which is at 3243 North San Fernando Road in Los Angeles. That's just east of the Outwater Village area. And for more information, you could search Viva La Grata, G-R-A-Z-A, Viva La Grata on the old, on that old Facebook there, social network thing. I'll probably play a few other songs for you, man. What do I got coming on here? I got, oh, I got loaded up. I'm liking this. What is this? This is Thievery Corporation. Kind of in league with like bands like Uncle. Yeah. Yeah, just great. I mean, not all their stuff they do is instrumental, but definitely they'll flip the genre a little bit. It'll be a little bit more like EDM, one song, and then something a little bit more of an urban Latin vibe. Like we hear. This kind of reminds me of the Budos band. Yeah, for sure. Yeah. Yeah, exactly right. Yeah. Let's see. What do we got queued up here? Quite possibly the best rock and roll band that ever lived is what we have queued up for you. Thank you so much, loved ones. My name is Johnny Scott Gramercy. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh I am out and I am out Oh, oh, oh, oh I wanna be back Oh, oh, oh, oh I wanna be back I don't trust you Why do you trust me? Hold on, my dear When fire Threatens you, that's nothing La, la, la, la, la This is your problem Break it Break it Break it I'm condoning the body I'm condoning the mind I'm condoning the mind I'm condoning the mind I'm condoning the mind I'm condoning the mind I'm condoning the mind I'm condoning the mind I'm condoning the mind I'm condoning the mind Now we're going to turn over the controls at the tower here to the great originator of all rap and ting, Mr. U-Roy, let it roll. Now don't you be like the devil, but now play with the song. It's called the rebel, rebel, rebel. I'm a rebel. So rebel. Are you mean? You know. I'm a capturer. And say the great eventual. So I'm a capturer. So you can hear what I say. Let me be loving. See. See the morning sun. On the hillside. Nothing in this world that could I never do. Never, never, never, never, never. I'm starting out again from living higher, baby. Let me tell you, say, say. Says I'm a living man and I got a lot of work to do. Said I'm a living man. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. So make it up, capture you during every wave You go hear my way, the season's rocking my way round Forever Yeah, baby, come on, move it on over Forever Mean that you got to get me steppin' Oh, baby, keep me movin' I'm a be-opter Got to be on the move, hear me tell you people, people Soul adventurer Stir up and style a runaway child I'll make you stop your running wild See the morning sun On the hillside Nothin' in this world could I never, never, never do From startin' out the grid from little higher, higher, baby Let me tell you say, say Said I'm a livin' man Well, I've got a lot of work to do now today, but I'm along the way I've got work to do So come on over, baby, make it work it on round there If you're not So ride on, baby, baby, ride on, ride on, ride on, ride on there Wow See, so make it rock, I'll come over Forever So ramblin' in the morning, ramblin' in the evening Forever Got jack-jack works to perform each and every day But I'm along the way, and I'm with Tilly, yo I'm a be-opter Got to be on the move, hear me tell you people, people Got to be on the move, hear me tell you people, people You rasta pick me So I'm a be-opter Well done, yes, so make it rock, I'll come over Forever You say, so make it move it on over Forever Well, I'm a be-opter Gotta get me steppin', you know people get me movin' I'm a be-opter Got to be on the move until you drop your children So I'm a be-opter Say don't be me, make it rock, I'll come over Till ya! I'm a rapper It's a summer day, so make it rock it on over Forever Ramblin' in the morning, ramblin' in the weepin' till ya I'm a be-opter Woo! Yes, rise up my youth Ah! Listen right now while the lion song tell you the truth Boom! Can't roll abullet on a MP3 Sound is much better on MP3s Even nicer is that 12 inch sound The top is heavier and the bottoms roll This generation ofbullet Can't roll abullet on a MP3 This generation is going back to roots. This generation. This generation won't march in no army boots. This generation. This generation won't use a mosaic to fight. This situation. Oh, let's make this whole system sound so nice. Oh, yeah. It's going to be nice. The traffic keep us going, but the heat is everything. What do you say? Counts from the split for no. There'll be three. Sound is much better on. 33. Even nicer is the 12-inch sound. The top is heavier than the bottom round. This generation. This generation. This generation use herb over liquor. This generation. This generation grows this . This generation. Like the doers not the talkers. Use combination. And the lovers not the lockers. Play a song. . . . . . . . . We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back.