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Saturday, May 31, 2008

42 Views of Harlem - Earle Hagen 1919-2008

Composer Earle Hagen passed away this past Monday at age 88. As with our comment about photographer David Gahr, who also passed away this week, you're almost certainly familiar with Hagen's work if not his name: Among other pieces, Hagen composed the themes for That Girl; The Dick Van Dyke Show; I Spy; and The Mod Squad. His best-known TV piece is undoubtedly the theme from The Andy Griffith Show. From his obituary in the LA Times:

In his autobiography, "Memoirs of a Famous Composer -- Nobody Ever Heard Of," Hagen wrote that while sitting at home "wracking my brain for an idea for a theme for the Griffith show, it finally occurred to me that it should be something simple, something you could whistle. With that in mind, it took me about an hour to write the Andy Griffith theme."
Hagen was also the composer of the moody and noirish Harlem Nocturne, a jazz and big band staple that has been covered at least 500 times, according to WFMU's Beware of the Blog. WFMU offers 42 versions of Hagen's classic as a tribute, including interpretations by TTRH favorites Johnny Otis; Illinois Jacquet; Louis Prima; and Boots Randolph. Recommended is Mel Torme's silky take on the seldom-heard lyrics.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Blackface Then and Now - Greil Marcus

A March 2008 hour-long+ lecture from U.C. Berkeley. From the description:

"Somebody has to black hisself / For somebody else to stay white." So wrote Melvin B. Tolson in the 1930s in A Gallery of Harlem Portraits. Though we may think of blackface performance as a relic of the past ("I saw one of the last blackface minstrel shows," Bob Dylan writes of his boyhood in Hibbing, Minnesota, in the early fifties), cultural critic Greil Marcus will take up the persistence of blackface in contemporary culture, as bad conscience, yearning dream, and indecipherable joke.
If you're not a fan of watching lengthy videos on your computer (I'm not), the U.C. Berkeley site has the audio available as a downloadable podcast. There are also various tools available to download YouTube videos and convert them into a format that can be watched on a video iPod.

David Gahr 1922-2008

You might not recognize the name, but you know the work. As Henry Sapoznik notes in his tribute below, "It is impossible to think about America's popular and folk music of the last half century without having a Dave Gahr picture in your mind." via Club 47: The Richard & Mimi Farina Discussion Group...

"Pioneering folk music photographer, irascible wag, and all around mentsh, David Gahr died yesterday in his Brooklyn, New York home after several months of steadily deteriorating health. He was 86. Gahr was one of the first photographers to document the burgeoning folk music scene in the 1960s with work regularly appearing on album covers, in music magazines, documentary films and books. (His 1968 anthology "The Face of Folk Music" -- with essays by Robert Shelton -- is a stunning panorama of over 500 photos of the who's who of American folk music still unmatched in its scope.) His photo sessions -- a seamless stream of high voltage shouted profanity with teeth clenched around his ubiquitous cigar -- consistently produced lyrical and insightfully breathtaking portraits. David's fearless disdain of the physical distance between himself and his many, many subjects -- Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Mississippi John Hurt, the New Lost City Ramblers, Bruce Springsteen, Roscoe Halcomb, Miles Davis, John Lennon, Eck Robertson, Pete Seeger, Bill Monroe, (oh, yes: and me, too) just to name a very few -- coupled with his brilliant use of natural light produced pictures of powerful nuance and intimacy whether posed or candid. It is impossible to think about America's popular and folk music of the last half century without having a Dave Gahr picture in your mind." --Henry Sapoznik

Saturday, May 17, 2008

American Eagle to host Summer Music Festival featuring Bob Dylan

Dreamtime has been around long enough that we're on an eclectic list of sites that PR firms send their puffery to (my favorites are the wine/booze press releases, thanks to our link from our friend at The Pour). The following doesn't have anything to do with Theme Time Radio Hour, except for Mr. D., of course. But, what the heck. We're in the slow season, and any news is good news. So, from Christina at The Advance Guard...

Just stopping by to share some news. American Eagle, who I'm so excited to be working with, is hosting it's first music festival featuring an eclectic mix of big artists, including Bob Dylan.

We'd love for you to share this, if you feel it is something your community would be interested in.

That said let me get to the details...... a two-day summer music festival that American Eagle Outfitters is putting on in Pittsburgh on August 8th and 9th. The New American Music Union festival combines some of the most innovative and popular artists with fifteen of the country's best college bands and will be hosted by host Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. The line up includes Bob Dylan and His Band, The Raconteurs, The Roots, Spoon and more.

The New American Music Union will take place in Pittsburgh's historic SouthSide Works, which was home to glass factories, steel and iron mills in the 1800s. Today, the area features an eclectic mix of residential neighborhoods, restaurants, shops and businesses, including the headquarters of American Eagle Outfitters, Inc.

The college band performances will be judged by music industry influencers, journalists and fellow musicians. The winning college band will receive a full-day recording session in a top Los Angeles studio valued at $10,000. American Eagle will support the winning college band by promoting its recording on and in AE stores across the country.

Tickets go on sale on Friday, May 16th and you can find all the details, complete band line up and the latest information at

Social Media Press Release

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Friday, May 09, 2008

Episode 54 - "Murder!" he says: The Spade Cooley Story

Episode 54 - "Murder!" he says: The Spade Cooley Story

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Let us consider the case of one Donnell Clyde Cooley. Born in 19 and 10 in a tornado cellar in Pack Saddle Creek, Oklahoma. Parents a mix of Native American and Anglo, so the young Cooley was legally considered Indian, and attended an Indian school. Taught how to play the fiddle by his Daddy. By age 25, he was married, had a son, and living in the the Golden Land of California - arriving, as Cooley liked to tell the story, with a fiddle under his arm and but a nickel in his pocket.

It was in Modesto, California that Donnell Clyde Cooley picked up his nickname, drawing a flush three times during an all-night poker game - each time with the same suit. Over the years Spade embellished the story until those hands became three straight spade flushes in a row. The possibility of making even one straight flush is about 13,000 to 1, and it'd be more likely that a bolt of lightning would have blasted from a clear night sky and fried Spade right then and there in his chair before he'd pull three straight flushes in a row.

But maybe... maybe it did happen once on a hot night in Modesto, California, the kerosene lamp hissing and its light flickering on the sweaty, tired faces of the men gathered around a table. Men who were trying to ignore the fact that in a few hours they'd be back into their routine of back-breaking labor. But right now the whiskey and the jokes are good, the cards are hot, and they're all still reluctant to give up the night. One more hand, just one more hand. And then watching that kid, Cooley, pulling not one, not two, but three straight flushes in a row. All in spades.

Maybe it happened. And maybe Spade used up all the luck that he had in his life during that one night.

But, if he did use up all his luck, nobody could tell for awhile.


[Left: Spade Cooley with Roy Rogers (both kneeling)]

By the 1930s, Spade was in Los Angeles and playing hot enough on the fiddle that he was picking up regular gigs with the country-western bands working the L.A. circuit. One of those bands was the Sons of the Pioneers, whose most famous alumnus, Roy Rogers, had moved on to a movie career as singing cowboy at Republic Pictures.

Someone introduced Cooley to Rogers, and they quickly became fast friends. Spade also bore a slight resemblance to Roy - both had the same build and same moon face - and soon Cooley was pulling down an extra $17 bucks a week as Rogers stand-in and stunt double, as well as working in Rogers' back-up band, The Riders of the Purple Sage, as fiddle player and vocalist. Between those jobs and his other gigs around town, Spade was pulling down a pretty good living. Fame and fortune were right on the horizon.

The lightning bolt came in the form of Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys, whose arrival in L.A. in the early `40s kicked off a cowboy music craze in the city equivalent to the Beatles invasion of America some 20-odd years later. The Okies from the Dust Bowl were still in town and soldier boys from the Midwest and the West were flowing into the area's military bases. All of them had money in their pockets, and all of them wanted to dance the dances they knew from back home, and listen to that ol'-time music with a new, hot swing beat.

Spade was working in a trio at Santa Monica's Venice Pier Ballroom when the cowboy swing music craze hit. The manager thought Cooley had what it took to lead a house band that could capitalize on the new craze, and fronted Spade the money to put together an act. Spade Cooley and His Orchestra would end up drawing in thousands every Saturday night during an 18-month run, making Spade the "King of Western Swing" and eventually landing him into the movies.

After leaving the Venice Pier, Spade put together one of the hottest touring western swing bads in America, including everything from a harpist to an accordionist along with the more usual guitars and fiddles. At one time Cooley's accordionist was Milton DeLugg, who, Dreamtime listeners will remember, would later become the co-author of the song, Orange Colored Sky, as well as the leader of The Gong Show's house band.

The Spade Cooley Orchestra typically included more than a dozen musicians and a girl singer - all dressed in flashy cowboy getups. Even though most of the members came from places like Milwaukee, Boston, and Brooklyn, Spade hung a western moniker on every one of them: Smokey Rogers; the apparently Irish-Mexican Joaquin Murphy; Cactus Soldi; and yodelin' blonde bombshell, Carolina Cotton, who had been born with the more mundane name of Helen Hagstrom.

Spade was now heading into the peak of his career, cutting his first recorded hit, Shame, Shame, On You, which would become his theme song, headlining at the Santa Monica ballroom, and playing sold-out shows up and down the West Coast. In fact Spade Cooley and His Orchestra were so popular that they couldn't meet all their bookings. There were rumors Spade had two or three bands on the road simultaneously, all operating under the Spade Cooley name, some even fronted by pseudo-Spades when the rubes were hick enough for them to get away with it. One story has Spade opening with His Orchestra at one gig, then hopping into a taxi for a quick ride across town to do a couple of numbers with another Spade Cooley Orchestra while the first band continued on Spadeless.


Spade had it all by the late 1940s. An estate in a classy section of Los Angeles, a ranch in the Mojave Desert, and a 56-foot yacht. One hundred custom cowboy suits, 50 hats, and three dozen pairs of boots. A string of B-movies. A hit television show with a 75 percent audience share. A reported $15 million fortune.

[Left: Spade Cooley and His Orchestra. Ella Mae Evans is standing next to Spade]

But the string of straight flushes was just about over. Spade had a hot temper, liked to drive his band hard, and had a taste for both booze and ladies who weren't his wife. In 19 and 45, singer Carolina Cotton had split, forming her own band with ex-Cooley sideman, Deuce Spriggens. Cooley replaced Carolina with Ella Mae Evans, a 21-year-old clarinet player who, from all reports, couldn't sing worth a damn. But hey, she was blonde, cute as a bug, and Spade had the hots for her... the last by itself good enough reason for Ella Mae to get the job. But she wouldn't have it for long.

Spade soon divorced his wife, did the right thing by Ella Mae and married her, and quickly had her knocked up. And being the good ol' Okie boy that he was, Spade preferred his wife at home, cooking biscuits and taking care of the young'uns. Spade also decided that city life was no place for Ella Mae and his new brood, so he bought a spread at the edge of the Mojave Desert and installed his growing family there. Spade kept the L.A. mansion, leaving Ella Mae alone in the Mojave, sadly serenading the coyotes and prairie dogs with clarinet solos while waiting for the occasional visit from the King of Western Swing.

All was not well in the King's kingdom. In the early 1950s, Spade had his first heart attack, perhaps caused by the realization that the western swing dance craze was evaporating as quickly as it had appeared. In close order, Cooley's record contract expired and wasn't renewed, his movie career dried up, his television show went off the air, and the crowds started to fade away at Cooley's house gig. Spade talked his way into a new TV show, but his drinking and temper had gotten out of hand by this point, and he was soon fired. Spade cut his final record in 19 and 59, and maybe he saw the handwriting on the wall, as the B-side of his last single was a half-hearted attempt at a rock-'n-roll number.

At loose ends, only in his fifties, and needing hard cash to keep him, his girlfriends and the Mojave Desert contingent in the style that they were all accustomed to, Spade came up with several bizarro money-making schemes. He fired the Spade Cooley Orchestra in one wholesale massacre, replacing them with an all-girl novelty band. Of course, Spade may have also looked at this as a convenient source of poontang since he wasted no time in taking on one of the new band members as his lover. Unfortunately, the Spade Cooley All-Girl Orchestra proved not to be a popular success, and Cooley soon was searching for some other way to bring much-needed ducats into the Kingdom.

Speaking of Kingdoms, The Magic Kingdom, Disneyland, had opened in 19 and 55 and by the `60s was a moneymaker for Uncle Walt. Spade hit upon the idea of Water Wonderland, a water theme park based in the same area as his Mojave Desert ranch, and catering to the L.A. family willing to take a 50-mile auto trip out to an oasis in the desert. Cooley bought up another 50 acres around his ranch, acquired some business partners, and started on the development of Water Wonderland.

It wasn't a bad idea, and it might have even worked. But Spade wasn't destined for four straight flushes in a row. His string had finally run out.


By the early `60s, Spade's mental health was noticeably fragile, with one friend later saying that Cooley would have been on heavy-duty anti-depressants if he had been living in our more medicated times. His condition wasn't helped by the fact that Cooley was insanely jealous when it came to Ella Mae, convinced her life was one round of sex orgies after another out there in the Mojave. Of course this probably had something to do with the fact that Spade Cooley had been stepping out on Ella Mae since the day they were married, and the story went that ol' Spade wasn't shy about taking on multiple sex partners himself when opportunity arose.

With no more evidence than two of his new business partners had some effeminate mannerisms - they were, in fact, gay, an investigator discovered many years later - and that they had befriended Ella Mae on one of their trips to Cooley's ranch, Spade came to the conclusion that they had recruited his wife into what he'd later describe as a "free-love sex cult." This was, after all, the very early `60s, and a man of Cooley's generation might be confused about the radical differences between homosexuality, free-love, and sex cults. All Spade knew was that he was certain that they were putting the pork to his sweet lil' Ella Mae, and This Could Not Stand.

Tiring of being spied upon and of enduring all-night accusations of her infidelities, Ella Mae filed for divorce. Spade counter-filed, but then changed his mind, and asked Ella Mae to take him back. Ella Mae took to the hospital instead, where she reportedly informed a nurse who befriended her that the only affair she had ever had was with Spade's one-time mentor and friend, Roy Rogers, and that fling was long over.

Even though Spade had dropped his divorce proceedings, he hired a private detective to "check up" on his wife, as Cooley put it, after Ella Mae was released. The P.I. didn't have to work at it too hard. In a few weeks, Spade called him, said his wife was now ready to admit her affairs, and put Ella Mae on the line. Ella Mae stated that she had one 30-minute quickie with a man at a local motel, providing both a date and the motel's location, but refusing to give her supposed paramour's name. She closed the conversation with the statement that she'd love Spade "until the day I die."

That would be the next day.

Spade showed up at an afternoon meeting on Water World World drunk and angry, stormed out, and went home to the Mojave Desert estate. What happened then only Spade and Ella Mae would ever know. Their 14-year-old daughter Melody walked in at 6:20 p.m. Spade, who had blood spots on his pants, took Melody by the arm and said, "Come here, your mother's going to tell you something."

He walked his daughter to a bathroom shower where the water was running. Ella Mae lay on the shower floor, already unconscious, possibly already dead. Spade hauled her out by the hair and began kicking and beating the body, using a cigarette to burn it, all in front of Melody, who eventually escaped when Cooley was distracted by a phone call. Spade apparently spent the next four hours alone with Ella Mae's body. His manager, nurse Dorothy Davis, the one who claimed Ella Mae had confessed an affair with Roy Rogers to her, and Spade's grown son and daughter-in-law all arrived at the Cooley estate around 11 p.m., eventually convincing Spade to call for an ambulance. But it was much too late.

Ella Mae Cooley had died from a ruptured aorta, a result of Spade's punching and kicking. He claimed to investigators that Ella Mae had fallen in the shower, apparently repeatedly, but had no explanation as to why his hands were so swollen he couldn't close them.


[Left: 14-year-old Melody Cooley]

The Spade Cooley murder trial would be an early precursor to the L.A. celebrity murder trials of O.J. Simpson and Robert Blake, having all the dramatics, sex, and scandal of both those cases. Cooley would collapse in court during his daughter's testimony. The investigator who Cooley had hired played the tape of Ella Mae's so-called confession, noting that in a follow-up investigation that he could find no evidence that she had ever been at that motel or, indeed, that she had ever had an affair with anyone.

Nurse Dorothy Davis testified about Ella Mae's claim that she had had a short-term fling with Roy Rogers years before. Davis noted that she had never believed the story, but had no theory about why Ella Mae would have lied. A spokesperson for Roy Rogers termed the story, "ridiculous."

A week intro the trial, Cooley again collapsed when his five-year-old grandaughter greeted him with a sweet, "Hi, Grandpa." Finally, it was his turn to take the stand, possibly not the best of decisions from his legal team. On the other hand, Cooley had plead not guilty by reason of insanity, and his testimony didn't do anything to cast much doubt on that claim.

Cooley said that on the day of her death Ella Mae had finally provided him with a lengthy laundry list of her sexual adventures. He said she had admitted her affair with Roy Rogers, who apparently had a weekly date with Ella Mae while Cooley was doing his Saturday night TV show.

And then there was the free-love sex cult, masterminded, Cooley said, by a bunch of the "limp-wrist set" who were planning on destroying the values of America.

Ella Mae had fallen, Cooley related, in the shower. He had heard "a horrible thud" and rushed into the bathroom to find Ella Mae unconscious. His daughter, Melody, had fantasized her story about Spade beating and burning Ella Mae because she was annoyed that Spade wouldn't allow her to date.

And then there was that free-love sex cult, again. Midway through his account about Ella Mae's accident, Cooley suddenly blurted out, "Rockets ran through my brain when Ella Mae told me of her desire to join a free-love cult. I must have hurt her terrible."

After a month-long trial and 19 hours of deliberation, the jury convicted Cooley of murder on August 19, 1961. Cooley withdrew his insanity plea, and the court sentenced him to life, sparing Spade a trip to the gas chamber because of his poor health.


Given that he was a convicted murderer, Spade got off relatively easy, sentenced to Vacaville State Prison, rather than the hard time San Quentin, where most California murderers end up. Cooley was a model prisoner, finally admitting in 1965 that he had done the crime and deserved the time. In 19 and 69 Cooley supporters petitioned Governor Ronald Reagan to pardon or parole Spade. Reagan wouldn't go for the pardon, but, maybe in solidarity with another B-movie actor, did use his influence to buy Spade a favorable decision with the parole board, which unanimously recommended parole for Cooley, effective February 22, 1970—Spade's 60th birthday.

But a man who would name himself after three straight flushes in a row shouldn't expect any more luck in this world. Four months before his release, Cooley was granted a furlough to do a benefit concert for the Alameda County Sheriff's Department. Spade played three songs, was greeted by enthusiastic applause, and walked backstage. "You know," Cooley said, "I wasn't sure whether my fans would want me back, but I think it's going to be okay.

"I think it's gonna work out for me," he continued. "I have the feeling that today is the first day of the rest of my life."

He was right. And it was also the last day of his life. A minute later, Spade Cooley was dead of a massive heart attack at 59 years of age.


The Hollywood Chamber of Commerce keeps it a close secret about exactly how one ends up with a star on their Walk of Fame, although the record seems to show that up until about 10 years ago, anyone with five grand had a good chance of buying whoever they wanted a star, just as long as that person had some connection to the entertainment business.

If you take a stroll down Hollywood Blvd. and stop at 6802, right next to Kevin Costner, you'll find the name of one Spade Cooley, born Donnell Clyde Cooley, movie and television star, King of the Western Swing, and the only convicted murderer to have his own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Playlist: Background music included:

Hart to Hart theme - Mark Snow

Perry Mason theme - Mundell Lowe

Oklahoma Stomp - Spade Cooley & His Orchestra

Shame, Shame On You - Spade Cooley & His Orchestra

You Clobbered Me - Spade Cooley & His Orchestra

Killer Joe -
Toots Thielemans

"Murder," he says - Anita O'Day

: My primary source was David Krajicek's article on Spade Cooley, his trial, and its aftermath.

With Theme Time Radio Hour on hiatus, Dreamtime is on a once-a-month podcast schedule for the duration. We'll be back in June with a new show. Thanks as always for listening, and remember to enter our Dreamtime Constant Listener Contest, underway right now. Send us an email with your guess on the date that Theme Time Radio Hour returns with Season 3, and get the opportunity to win a copy of Million Dollar Bash, as well as a CD of Poetry Readings direct from the Dreamtime studio with these nifty stewART covers.


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Monday, May 05, 2008

Inside the Folk Den

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I'm a fan of Roger McGuinn's Folk Den, a personal project he's undertaken since 1995 to keep the folk legacy alive. McGuinn records a folk song per month and offers them as free downloads via his site.

Here's an eight-minute video on the making of a Folk Den session...

If you like that one, check out McGuinn's other videos for the site: "Roger Rocks on Rails," "Mr. Tambourine Man," and "How a Childhood Gift Changed Music History." There's also an hour-long audio interview with Roger on the site. All well worth checking out.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Eddie & Coco and News on Season 3

A very interesting email from Dreamtime listener, Richard...

"So I was at Amoeba Records in Hollywood last Sunday and was thumbing through the Porter Wagoner section to see if they had the new Bear Family 3 CD set of his concept albums. Guy next to me sees what I'm doing and asks if I'm looking for the Bear Family set too.

I turn to tell him I am and its Eddie G (I recognized him from the DVD with the Ricky Jay Plays Poker set). I ask him if he's Eddie G, tell him how I know him and we start talking. Very nice guy.

He introduces me to his wife, Coco [Shinomiya]. He asks me what I'm buying today (Carlene Carter and Jim Lauderdale) and shows me his stash for the day (Carlene Carter, some blues comps, some Tex-Mex, etc) .

Also tells me that he just spoke to Elvis Costello yesterday. Carlene opened for E.C. at a show in Nashville and put on, according to Elvis, a dynamite set. I tell him how much I like the Dylan show. He tells me that he's very proud of that show and that they're working now on shows for the fall. We didn't get into specifics but he says he thinks the third season will be the best yet..."
A little research indicated that Coco, who gets name-checked on the closing credits of TTRH, is indeed married to Eddie G. A "Coco Grimes Gorodetsky" wife to an "Eddie Gorodetsky" was a character in an episode of Six Feet Under, written by Scott Buck, who's a good friend of Eddie G.

So, it also does look we're waiting till the Fall for the next round of Theme Time. Scribble, scribble, scribble, please, Mr. G.

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Friday, May 02, 2008

If You Like Dreamtime (like I like Dreamtime)...

... oh, oh, oh what a podcast!

Sorry, it's a Friday.

Several recent emails to Dreamtime have all had a common theme: What podcasts do I listen to, or if you like Dreamtime, what else would I recommend? So, in no particular order...

  • Roger McGuinn's Folk Den - Each month Roger McGuinn records a traditional folk song, prints the lyrics and chords, adds a note about the music, and posts it up on the Folk Den. He's been doing it since 1995. The Folk Den podcast is also available through iTunes. That's it. It's great. Go check it out. If you like what you hear, McGuinn has a high-quality 4-CD set of The Folk Den Project collecting all the music he's recorded.

    McGuinn, the ex-Byrd, also has a very good Web site, and, being something of a techie (bet you didn't know that), even regularly Twitters. And, he's a Dreamtime follower. What's not to like about the man?

  • Woodsongs Old Time Radio Hour - Shows can be downloaded here, or the podcast is available through iTunes. Grassroots, Americana music. folk, bluegrass. Recent shows have featured Kathy Mattea; The Blind Boys of Alabama; Larry Campbell; Jean Ritchie.

  • The Bob Dylan podcast (also available in iTunes) - Released to promote the Dylan anthology, the podcast ended in February, 2008 with its 19th episode. You'll probably not learn anything new in this overview of Dylan's career, which includes interviews with friends, journalists, and critics, but still worth a listen. Patti Smith does the narration through most of the series, and took a lot of criticism for her monotone delivery. Personally, I like Smith's voice. but chacun à son goût, baby.

  • Sadly, one of my favorite podcasts, and a lot like Dreamtime, ended back in 2006. That's "Down in the Flood," and you can find the 12 episodes produced at

    Between the title and URL, you can tell a Dylan fan is going to like this. Shows covered everything from Pop Staples to R.H. Harris to Sister Rosetta Tharpe to Bob Dylan himself. It's interesting to see how much Dreamtime has paralleled Down in the Flood, given that I didn't even know it existed until 2007. I was surprised that Jason Chervokas didn't revive DitF when TTRH started up, but the answer probably lies here.

  • Destinyland - It's gone from iTunes, it's Home Page is in the aether, but if you look hard enough, you can still find the Destinyland podcast, because nothing ever fully disappears on these here InterWebs. But, I'd go get it soon. If you like Old Weird America stories, give this one a try. The seven shows cover everything from Blossom Dearie to the Little Rascals to Rin-Tin-Tin. Another one I miss and wish would come back.
Have your own favorites? Leave a comment or send me email and clue us in, and I'll do a follow-up post, or, who knows? Maybe a whole Dreamtime show on the subject.