Early Humpday Blues

Joe Bonamassa

The River

with Gov't Mule

Feel Like Breaking Up Somebody's Home

My dad would have been 74 today.

Happy Birthday, Pop.

Joe Bonamassa

Asking Around For You

So I'll meet 'im later on
In the place where 'e is gone—
Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
'E'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to pore damned souls,
An' I'll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din!

Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

Penance

for, you know, the whole Carpenters thing

Walter Trout And Joe Bonamassa

Clouds on the Horizon

Humpday Blues!

Joe Bonamassa

Sloe Gin

Humpday Blues

Joe Bonamassa

Woke Up Dreaming

Humpday Blues

Guess which concert me & my daughter & her boyfriend
and my best friend and his wife and my lady friend from work and her boyfriend are at?

Joe Bonamassa

Ballad of John Henry (Spike Driver Blues)

Go ahead, you Crazy Jihadis. Be Jealous. It's ok. I understand. No fun in Islam. No fun at all. Poor Things. Nothin' but the call of the muezzin from the minarets.

Humpday Blues

I cannot understand why this man does not get more airplay.

Oh, wait, yes of course. He has REAL talent. Not an American Idle winner .

Silly me.

Joe Bonamassa

Miss You, Hate You

Pub Prep

Ah, Friday night. National Party Night. At least it was when I was in school. Nevermind how long ago.

And so a playlist. Tuneful titillations for libations preparations.

And as always may the sidewalks of your pub crawl be soft & smooth and rise gently to meet you.

Joe Bonamassa. Some interesting ax work then Mountain Time

Walter Trout with a Robert Johnson song, but Johnson never did it like this. . .

Stevie Ray. . . Crossfire

Buddy Guy. . . Tramp . . . if you've never felt the sonic assault of his Sweet Tea album at live volume, well, it's an event. It registers about an 8 on the Richter.

And Finally Muddy Waters from the Newport Jazz Fest 1960. Don't laugh too much at the guy giving the intro. This one lovely lady my wife and I drink with insists I play this on the jukebox every time we hit F--na-a-'s Pub.

So there you go, Infidels.

I say at 10:00 Eastern tonight I'll raise one to all of you & each of you raise one to all the others . A Nationwide Toast to The Infidel Life!

Cheers!

Infidel Disclaimer: Now listen, all you crazy Jihadis out there. We Infidels, especially we Infidels who really like this kind of stuff, the stuff you just watched but won't tell your bosses you did, we're an affable fun loving bunch. Hell, we might even let you buy us a drink. But we take our fun seriously. So you just mind your manners because if we see the haft of a knife, the thread of a ripcord or any hint you're up to your shenanagan's you may quickly find yourself on the naughty end of a snubnose .357 realizing, in one final moment, that you've suffered "a catastrophic failure of the victim selection process" and there really aren't 72 virgins waiting for you. Just the Devil himself with his poker commanding you to bend over. . .

Our Song

Something a little edgier. I tell my wife this is our song. She smacks me. Hard. Really hard. It IS my ringtone when she calls.

Joe Bonamassa