Monday, April 11, 2005

TERRELL'S SOUND WORLD PLAYLIST

Sunday, April 10, 2005
KSFR, Santa Fe, N.M.
Now Webcasting
10 p.m. to midnight Sundays Mountain Time
Host: Steve Terrell


OPENING THEME: Let it Out (Let it All Hang Out) by The Hombres
An American is a Very Lucky Man by Fred Waring & The Pennsylvanians
Some Kind of Monster by Metallica
Archives of Pain by Manic Street Preachers
Someone's in the Wolf by Queens of the Stone Age
Gimme Dat Ding by The Pipkins


Centerfield by John Fogerty
Take Me Out to The Ballgame by Bruce Springstone
Joltin' Joe DiMaggio by Les Brown featuring Betty Bonney
Catfish by Bob Dylan
Did You See Jackie Robinson Hit That Ball? by Count Basie
Say Hey by The Treniers
I Love Mickey by Teresa Brewer with Mickey Mantle
The Kid From Spavinaw by Tom Russell
Take Me Out to the Ballgame by Gene Kelly & Frank Sinatra

Will You Smile Again by ...And You Will Know Us by The Trail of Dead
Kim Gordon and the Arthur Doyle Hand Cream by Sonic Youth
Rental Car by Beck
The Hump by Heavy Trash
Tobacco Road by Tav Falco
Sleeps With Angels by Neil Young
Victoria by The Kinks
Sally McLennane by The Pogues

Always Horses Coming by Giant Sand
Poison Years by Bob Mould
Empire of the Senseless by The Mekons
Disco Ball by Ana da Silva
All We Have is Now by The Flaming Lips
Innocent When You Dream bv Tom Waits
CLOSING THEME: Over the Rainbow by Jerry Lee Lewis

Saturday, April 09, 2005

I FEEL MIKE'S PAIN


In regard to the post below about my friend Michael Schiavo, I should note that I know what it's like to have the name of a famous person.

I'm constantly getting e-mails from citizens of Allen, Texas complaining about potholes in their roads and from people seeking autographed movie posters of Dragstrip Girl or Invasion of the Saucer-Men.

Life's not fair.

A SCHIAVO BY ANY OTHER NAME

I have an internet friend named Michael Schiavo. We're both members of an internet music board. Over on the right-side column of this blog is a link to his blog, The Unruly Servant. It's been there since the early days of this Web endeavor.

But no, my friend is not that Michael Schiavo. My friend is not from Florida and never was married to Terri Schiavo.

There's some pretty funny posts about the situation over on Michael's blog. (HERE, HERE, HERE and HERE.)

He's taking it with fairly good humor, even though he's apparently received lots of hate e-mails from the Culture of Life crowd.

So if you're some weird loser looking to harass Terri Schiavo's husband, please leave my friend alone.

THE SANTA FE OPRY PLAYLIST

Friday, April 8, 2005
KSFR, Santa Fe, NM
Now Webcasting
10 p.m. to midnight Fridays Mountain Time
Host: Steve Terrell


OPENING THEME: Buckaroo by Buck Owens & The Buckaroos
It's Party Time by Cornell Hurd
A Girl Don't Have to Drink to Have Fun by Jane Baxter Miller & Kent Kessler
Button My Lip by Elvis Costello
Help Me Make It Through the Night by Jon Langford & Chip Taylor
Shakin' the Blues by Robbie & Donna Fulks
Has My Gal Been by Here by Devil in a Woodpile
Delia's Gone by Johnny Cash
Blind Man's Penis by John Trubee & The Ugly Janitors of America

Little Pink Mack by Kay Adams
How Fast Them Trucks Can Go by Claude Gray
Diesel Dazey by Killbilly
I'm Comin'Home by Johnny Horton
Semi-Truck by Bill Kirchen
Giddy Up Go by Red Sovine
Semi Crazy by Junior Brown with Red Simpson
Good Morning Mr. Trucker by The World Famous Blue Jays
Diesel Smoke (Dangerous Curves) by Doye O'Dell
A Trucker's Prayer by Dave Dudley

It's Moving Day by Charlie Poole
Louisville Burglar by The Hickory Nuts
Nevada Johnny by Cliff Carlisle
Coon From Tennessee by The Georgia Crackers
Cocaine Blues by Dick Justice
Rising Sun Blues by King David's Jug Band
On the Banks of the Kaney by Big Chief Henry's Indian String Band
Late Last Night When Willie Came Home by Uncle Dave Macon & Sam McGee
How Can a Poor Man Stand Such Times by Blind Alfred Reed

Look at Miss Ohio by Gillian Welch
Palm of Your Hand by Shine Cherries
Barstool Blues by Maria McKee
Walk to the End of the World by Ronny Elliott
Song for Harlan by Audrey Auld Mezera
Diamonds in the Rough by June Carter Cash
Dust on Mother's Bible by Buck Owens
CLOSING THEME: Comin' Down by The Meat Puppets

Steve Terrell is proud to report to the monthly Freeform American Roots Radio list

Friday, April 08, 2005

BLOGGER BLUES

It's been Hell trying to get stuff posted the last couple of days. On yesterday's Roundhouse Round-up post there were some cut-and-paste glitches I was trying to straighten out. And then I wanted to update when the governor vetoed the bill I'd written about. But I couldn't get onto Blogger.

This was true of my home and work computers. After midnight I was trying to post the new Terrell's Tune-up but I couldn't get on.

I learned I was not alone. CLICK HERE.

The advice the Blogger status page is giving is to delete all your cookies. I tossed my cookies a couple of times. It didn't work right away, but finally I was able to edit Round-up and post Tune-up. I just hope Blogger gets everything fixed real fast. When I turned in last night I was having serious flashbacks about the troubles I had with my old Dreamwater site.

TERRELL'S TUNEUP: BIBLE STUDY

As published in The Santa Fe New Mexican
April 8, 2005


Somehow I completely missed The Holy Bible by Manic Street Preachers when it originally was released in the mid 1990s. Though I peripherally was aware of this Welch band through the years, somehow I never checked them out.

One excuse I have is that until the recent 10th Anniversary Edition, this record never was released in these United States. The set includes a re-mastered original version of the album, a previously unreleased American remix, several bonus live and demo tracks and a DVD featuring live performances and a lengthy interview segment.

This one of the most intense, emotional, visceral, disturbing rock ’n’ roll albums ever made.

Some Manics fans have compared Bible to The Clash’s London Calling. True, there’s some good left-wing political screedery going on in songs like “Ifwhiteamericatoldthetruthforonedayit’sworldwouldfallapart.”

But I hear it more aligned with John Lennon’s Plastic Ono Band or Nirvana’s In Utero.

And yet the gloom of its darkest lyrics are offset by its melodic, even catchy accessibility -- high-energy guitars crunching happily as nightmares flow through the mouth of singer James Dean Bradfield from the damaged mind of lyricist Richey Edwards.

There’s even a bizarre and tragic mystery associated with The Holy Bible. In February 1995, soon before the album was to be released in the U.S., guitarist Edwards left his hotel room in London was never seen again.

His car was found near a bridge known as a jumping-off place for suicides. Most assume that was Edwards’ fate. But no body was ever found. And he didn’t leave a note. Unless you count some of the lyrics in this album.

In the years before his disappearance, Edwards was a self-destructive rock ‘n’ roll mess -- alcoholism and anorexia being among his chief symptoms.

The song “4st 7lb” (that means 4 stone, seven pounds -- or 87 pounds), included on this album is a terrifying description of a young girl in the throes of anorexia.

“See my third rib appear/A week later all my flesh disappears/Stretching taut, cling-film on bone/I'm getting better … Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore/I long since moved to a higher plateau/This discipline's so rare so please applaud/Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so …”

In the interview on the DVD, Manics bass player Nicky Wire says that Edwards wrote about 75 percent of the lyrics on The Holy Bible. Wire wrote some of the more political songs, but he says he was fairly happy at the time -- he’d just gotten married and bought a house.

But the dark and stark lyrics were just flowing out of his bandmate at the time.

Images of dictators, serial killers, murders and cruelty splatter all over Edwards’ songs. “We are all of walking abortions,” he wrote -- and Bradfield wails it like he means it.

The self-loathing and deeply embedded cynicism is unrelenting:

“I eat and I dress and I wash/And I still can say thank you/Puking, shaking, sinking/I still stand for old ladies/Can't shout, can't scream/Hurt myself to get pain out …” (from “Yes“)

“Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please/ A morality obedient only to the cleansed repented …” (from “Faster.”)

“The Intense Humming of Evil” with a nightmarish repeated industrial scaping noise as a sonic backdrop drop, deals with the “six million screaming souls” of the Holocaust, concluding with “Drink it away, every tear is false/Churchill no different/Wished the workers bled to a machine.”

Edwards’ disappearance caused the U.S. division of Sony to decide not to release the album in this country. I’m still not exactly sure why.

But be glad they finally did release it. No matter when the music was actually made, this record still sounds fresh. The wounds are still raw.

Also Recommended:

*Worlds Apart
by And You Will Know us By the Trail of Dead. O.K. maybe Bob Dylan can get away with doing a song about the Egyptian goddess Isis, but a hard rock band that starts off an album with such a tune -- especially with an eerie soundtracky female chorale and strings -- they can expect to catch a certain amount of crap for invoking hobbit-hugging ‘70s prog rock.

But while there are a few weird missteps on this album, there’s plenty to like about Worlds Apart.
This clearly is a departure from their previous work. It’s more melodic, less muddy and definitely more experimental.

There’s strange little touches like the muted trumpet in “Will You Smile Again?”, the chamber music interlude of “To Russia My Homeland,” the Billy Joel piano-ballad style of “Summer of ’91” (Sweet Lordy Jesus! There’s already nostalgia songs about the ‘90s?)

No, Trail of Dead hasn’t completely forsaken its swirling guitar rage that some said made them a Texas answer to Sonic Youth. You can hear it in “A Classic Arts Showcase” and “Let It Dive.”

Probably the most jarring tune here is the title cut. In some ways it sounds like a generic, neo-Green Day hoppy-poppy, latter-day punk tune. It talks about new music sounding all the same and jerks on MTV and soccer moms who raise their kids on television, American materialism, hypocrisy, blah blah blah. Pretty standard modern rock kevetching.

But in the final refrain, Conrad Keely sings, “How they laughed as we shoveled the ashes/Of the twin towers/Blood and debt, we will pay back the debt/For this candy store of ours.”

Never mind the Egyptian chants and Russian violins. There’s still danger along the Trail of Dead.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

ROUNDHOUSE ROUNDUP: CARD SHARKS, CON MEN AND SHADY LADIES

UPDATE: Late Thursday afternoon, the governor's office announced that Gov. Bill Richardson had vetoed SB 384.

As published in The Santa Fe New Mexican
April 7, 2005

Imagine this scene: It’s a big ceremonial bill signing in the governor’s Cabinet Room. A few reporters and TV cameramen scramble for a place around the big marble table. The room is crowded, as has been the case with bill signings for the past couple of weeks.

But this time it’s not anti-driving-while-intoxicated activists or election-reform advocates or animal-rights crusaders who crowd into the room.

No, this is the official signing of Senate Bill 384, which would allow the state Gaming Control Board to grant gambling licenses to people and organizations that have had their gaming licenses revoked in other states. Dozens of disgraced casino operators, crooked racetrack owners, card sharks, con men and shady ladies from around the country have come to take turns saying, “I’d just like to thank the governor.”

(Swirling music ... columnist awakes, sputtering ... it was only a dream ... only a dream ... )

No, such a scene won’t happen. Not even if Gov. Bill Richardson signs SB 384 by Friday’s deadline. No separate bill signing has been scheduled for that bill, Richardson spokesman Billy Sparks confirmed Wednesday. If he signs it, it will be behind closed doors with no TV cameras or passing out of red ballpoint pens or press releases about how the bill boldly moves New Mexico forward and helps working families.

Sparks gave no hint how the governor would act on the bill.

Current state law says the state Gaming Board shall not issue a license to an applicant who has been denied a license or had a license revoked or suspended in any state. The new bill would change “shall not” to “may refuse to.” (Emphasis mine.)

The Hubbard factor: If signed into law, SB 384 could rescue Ruidoso and Hobbs racetrack owner R.D. Hubbard. He is in danger of receiving disciplinary action from the state of Indiana, which could jeopardize his gambling license here.

Hubbard’s problem stems from a 2001 scandal at the Belterra Casino Resort, operated by Pinnacle Entertainment, for which Hubbard was board chairman. Among other allegations, the company was accused of flying in prostitutes to entertain high-roller guests at a Belterra golf tournament.

In a settlement with the Indiana Gaming Commission, Hubbard voluntary relinquished his gambling license there.

However, a federal lawsuit filed by Pinnacle in January could result in the commission imposing further sanctions against Hubbard, which, under the current law, could affect his New Mexico license.

Not that filthy lucre would ever affect a politician’s actions, but for the record, Hubbard companies contributed $40,000 to Richardson’s 2002 gubernatorial campaign.

Legislative debate: Sen. Phil Griego, D-San Jose, who introduced SB 384 the same day Pinnacle filed its suit against Hubbard, said he had no knowledge of the lawsuit at the time.

“That bill wasn’t brought to me by Mr. Hubbard or the casinos,” Griego said Wednesday. “The Gaming Commission brought me the bill. I’ve never met Mr. Hubbard.”

The commission wanted the bill because it also removes a cap on the salary of the commission director, Griego said. He also said the bill would help nonprofit clubs that have been turned down for gambling licenses in other states.

Griego said he hadn’t been aware the state prohibited people who had gotten in trouble in other states from getting gambling licenses here.

On the last day of the legislative session, Sen. Cisco McSorley, D-Albuquerque, gave an impassioned speech attacking SB 384 on the Senate floor. Such legislation sends a message, he said, that New Mexico welcomes “the dregs” of the gambling industry.

“Why should we make our standards so low?” McSorley said Wednesday. “The gambling industry preys on people too stupid to know the odds. Why would we ask people who don’t have to play by the rules to run our gambling institutions?”

However, McSorley’s protests didn’t come until well after the Senate unanimously had passed SB 384. McSorley admitted even he voted for it.

He said there was no discussion initially of the controversial section about gaming applicants who had trouble in other states. “It was presented as a way to help the nonprofits,” McSorley said.

But after the vote, he studied the bill. So when the House amended the bill and sent it back to the Senate on that last morning of the session, “I was lying in wait,” McSorley said.

The Senate refused to go along with the House amendment. But in the last few minutes of the session, the House voted, with no debate, to approve the Senate version.

Springtime in New Hampshire: The news that Richardson is headed to New Hampshire in June to speak to a Latino summit in Manchester and a local Democratic gathering sounds like a rerun.

In this very column, almost exactly a year ago, I revealed the governor was going to the University of New Hampshire to give a commencement speech. “It’s got absolutely nothing to do with the 2008 New Hampshire primary,” Sparks said last year.

Brace yourself for more such denials in the months to come.

Bonus: Here's the Indiana Gaming Commission minutes on the infamous Belterra golf tournament. These hookers were so loud, they disrupted Howie Mandell! And hey, nobody should be allowed to disrupt Waylon Jennings and get away without a serious ass whoopin'!

On June 26, 2001, eight or more women were flown to an area airport on an aircraft leased by Pinnacle. According to numerous witnesses these women were brought to Belterra for the entertainment of the guests of the golf tournament. On several occasions several of the women were referred to as "hookers". On the evenings of June 26, 2001 and June 27, 2001, Hubbard directed Belterra casino employees to provide money to the invitees for gambling and to pay other fees without the necessary paperwork. On at least one occasion, on Hubbard's authority, Belterra employees made a distribution from the cage to an associate of Hubbard's. On the evening of June 27, 2001, Howie Mandel performed in the Belterra concert arena. At this concert, a party was hosted in the Celebrity Room of the concert arena where the women and the invitees of the golf outing were present. The party was loud and Mandel had to stop the concert several times because of the disturbances caused by the group in the Celebrity Room. On the evening of June 28, 2001 Waylon Jennings performed in the Belterra concert arena. Again, during this concert a party was hosted in the Celebrity Room for the women and the invitees to the golf tournament. The party became loud and disrupted the concert several times. After the concert the invitees and the women retired to a room on the 15th floor where the party continued. On June 29, 2001 the majority of the invitees and the women left the casino via ground transportation or air transportation.

Monday, April 04, 2005

TERRELL'S SOUND WORLD PLAYLIST

Sunday, April 3, 2005
KSFR, Santa Fe, N.M.
Now Webcasting
10 p.m. to midnight Sundays Mountain Time
Host: Steve Terrell


OPENING THEME: Let it Out (Let it All Hang Out) by The Hombres
Faster by Manic Street Preachers
Wargasm by L7
Don't Bring Me Down by Eric Burdon & The Animals
Fall on You by Moby Grape
Worlds Apart by ... and You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
I'm the Ocean by Neil Young & Pearl Jam
Whiskey Sex Shack by The Mekons
Odessa by The Red Elvises

Burn the Witch by Queens of the Stone Age
Lover Street by Heavy Trash
The Young Psychotics by Tav Falco
My Guitar Wants to Kill Your Mama by Frank Zappa
I See the Light by The Five Americans
Black Tambourine by Beck
Dude Ranch Nurse by Sonic Youth
Judy in Disguise With Glasses by John Fred & His Playboy Band

Too Many Puppies by Primus
Going Down by The Monkees
Little Japan by Los Lobos
Million Miles by Bob Dylan
Down Fall by Stuurbaard Bakkebaard
I Can Make Music by Al Green

Sail on Sailor by The Beach Boys
Stop Coming to My House by Mogwai
Drawn in the Dark by X
When I Was Cruel No. 2 by Elvis Costello
This One's From the Heart by Tom Waits & Crystal Gayle
CLOSING THEME: Over the Rainbow by Jerry Lee Lewis

Friday, April 01, 2005

THE SANTA FE OPRY PLAYLIST

Friday, April 1, 2005
KSFR, Santa Fe, NM
Now Webcasting
10 p.m. to midnight Fridays Mountain Time
Host: Steve Terrell


OPENING THEME: Buckaroo by Buck Owens & The Buckaroos
Evening Breeze by Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks
When I'm Drinkin' by Devil in the Woodpile
The Streets of Bakersfield by Jon Langford & Sally Timms
That's All it Took by Gram Parson & The Fallen Angels
Ashgrove by Dave Alvin
The Moon is High by Neko Case
Mother's Not Dead by Acie Cargill
Flop Eared Mule by Charlie Poole & The Highlanders

Walking Bum by Heavy Trash
Factory Dog by John Schooley & His One Man Band
Across the Borderline by Ry Cooder with Freddy Fender
Rocking Chair by The Band
Country Darkness by Elvis Costello
TruckDrivin' Son of a Gun by Dave Dudley
Girl from the North Country by Bob Dylan with Johnny Cash
Hard When It Ain't by Waylon Jennings

Tom Russell Set
(All Songs by Tom Russell except where noted)
Pilgrim Land featuring The Rev. Baybie Hoover & Virginia Brown
Old America
Hotwalker by Little Jack Horton
Blue Wing (TR with Dave Alvin)
Touch of Evil (TR with Eliza Gilkyson)
Grapevine
The Sky Above, The Mud Below
The Kid From Spavinaw
Swap Meet Jesus by Little Jack Horton
The Outcast by Dave Van Vonk
Haley's Comet (TR with Dave Alvin & Katy Moffat)
Sitting Bull in Venice
Coda by Little Jack Horton
CLOSING THEME: Comin' Down by The Meat Puppets

TERRELL'S TUNEUP: LAMENT FOR A LOST AMERICA

As published in The Santa Fe New Mexican
April 1, 2005

Tom Russell‘s new CD Hotwalker, subtitled A Ballad for a Gone America, is a sad celebration of a lost time, a bittersweet, nostalgic work about the literary, musical and cultural milieu of Russell’s formative years in Los Angeles, a righteous invocation of “the old America when music still resonated through nightclubs, people gambled and drank and screwed and smoked. People went down to the border and sipped highballs and cocktails and went to the bullfights. The old America where the big guilt and political correctness and the chain stores hadn't sunk in so deep.”

Although Russell is one of the finest songwriters of this era, this isn’t a collection of songs. Though there are a couple of new tunes hidden within, this actually is an audio documentary narrated by Russell.

He lets us eavesdrop on a conversation with a border town cab driver (“donkey show … especial for you …) and hear snippets from old-time gospel music from Rev. Baybie Hoover and Virginia Brown as he talks about skid-row gospel buskers. We hear a Tex-Mex version of “96 Tears" by accordionist Joel Guzman as Russell reminisces of Norteno music and pachuco boogie.

Border town cantinas, smoky L.A. jazz clubs, and Bakersfield honky tonks provide much of the backdrop in Hotwalker. The Bakersfield sound was “fueled by a million Okies hopped up on Okie moonshine and amphetamines … it was the other side of Steinbecks’ Grapes of Wrath mixed with Nudie suits and women in push-up bras and it was real gone. It was gone hillbilly music too rude for polite middleclass white-boy ears …”

Russell speaks and signs lovingly of his heros from California and beyond -- Charles Bukowski, Edward Abbey, Lenny Bruce, Buck Owens, Jack Kerouac, Woody Guthrie and hobo/musical innovator Harry Partch. And in many cases they speak back with jokes, songs and benedictions in old scratchy old sound clips.

And Dave Van Ronk, the “Pope of Greenwich Village,” the gravel-voiced folkie father figure. (Personal note: Van Ronk is responsible for me getting into journalism. He was my first interview 25 years ago -- an assignment that entailed getting smashed with him on Irish whiskey and tequila at La Posada. That momentous evening is captured in this Feb. 1980 photo by my first ex-wife Pam Mills.)

Standing tall among these giants is a midget -- Little Jack Horton, a Bukowski drinking buddy. As Russell explains, "He's been shot out of canons, he did the pass of death on a Shetland pony, he rode the Four Walls of Eternity on a motorcycle. He appeared in movies like The Terror of Tiny Town and One-Eyed Jacks with Marlon Brando. And he wrote poetry. This is a true American voice from the sawdust back lots of the Old World."

Horton, who died last year, tells crazy stories. He talks about stealing a train engine at 4 a.m. with Bukowski. He talks about the time in 1951 when he was hired to substitute for Roy Weller, a dwarf evangelist known as “The World’s Smallest Voice of God.” Horton riled the rednecks in the gospel tent when he told the all-white crowd that the God of the Black people was better than theirs because their music was better.

One could argue -- and some critics have -- that beatnik/counter-culture heroes like Kerouac, Guthrie, Bruce and Bukowski have been eulogized plenty, and, as a recent review by Barry Mazor in No Depression said that the icons Russell memorializes here “would seem over saluted, for anybody that would hear this.”

That could be true. It can be argued that a lot of people in this country need to know about these underground titans. I was outraged when Allen Ginsberg died in 1997, a young editor on duty at this very newspaper didn’t know who he was. Of course that editor probably would never pick up an album like Hotwalker . So there is this unfortunate question of “preaching to the saved.”

And while I agree with Russell when he said, “There’s a deadening of the spirit in America today, and the record hits out at that.” (from a March 17 interview in The Georgia Straight) I have trouble with Russell’s implication that all the good stuff is all gone.

It’s true that Van Ronk and Bukowski are dead; that 99 percent of radio sucks; that those Bakersfield beer joints have been replaced by Buck Owens’ Crystal Palace, where Buck comes out and sings recent hits by Shania Twain and Toby Keith.

But in reality, did this Golden Age really exist? Even in the ‘40s ‘50s and ‘60s most the people who Russell canonizes were unknown to mainstream America. Name all of Woody Guthrie’s top 10 radio hits. Some, like Bruce, were demonized and persecuted by the law, with middle America firmly in agreement with the oppression. And some, like Kerouac, were marginalized and turned into some cartoonish joke by the mainstream.

And I believe there still are vital, vibrant voices out there creating crazy music and literature worth reading. You have to look in off-the-beaten track music hangouts, coffee houses, churches and -- dare I say it? -- weird corners of the Internet. You won’t find it on Clear Channel stations.

But I love this amazing and eloquent work by Russell. And I love the ranting coda of Little Jack Horton, “half-drunk on bad wine,” when he declares, “it's our goddamn country. We built the goddamn midway didn't we? And we make the music that goes on the midway from sea to goddamn shining sea. You know, goddamn it, Ronald Reagan dies recently and they fly the flag half-mast. Well did they fly it half-mast for Ray Charles, did they fly it half mast for Johnny Cash? Declare a national holiday? These people moved to changed the daily lives of more people than these goddam politicians, who are just grifters and scum... One nation under God and Johnny Cash, Hank Williams and Ray Charles, goddamn it!”

Tom Russell Special: Hear a wide load of Hotwalker and Russell tunes tonight on The Santa Fe Opry 10-midnight, KSFR 90.7 FM.

TERRELL'S SOUND WORLD PLAYLIST

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