Have mercy, have mercy, baby

This may be my favorite show thus far.

Like any rabid, libidinous female, I am constantly in search of music that moves me. Not just spiritually or emotionally, y'heard? I mean physically. I want that sound that makes ya shake. The  beat that makes ya bop. This rhythm that makes us rambunctious - you dig?

What I am (over)laying-out is that some favorite songs from the mid-60's -- after the originals themselves -- are garage covers of Soul and R&B tunes. Because they're the ones where the kids substitute wild enthusiasm for any practiced technique. The ones where there's yelling and hollerin' and havin' a good time. The ones where appreciation is so, so evident for the inspiration that comes from so far outside their own short experience.

When ya just don't wanna sit still. Dance and the jump.

She Comes In Colors

This is the color show. One request - a request by a very erudite listener with excellent taste - sent me spinning into show time. The request was for Green Fuz. Why? "Because it's fuzzy and raw and sounds like it was recorded in a barn," he sez.

Which is beautiful, like a martha-fishing rainbow.  And, well, it's all fuzzy, so hey kids, let's do COLORS.

Erm, ain't never claimed this Summer! Of! Themes! on the TA is anything like rocket science; it's garage music. Themes are not complicated affairs here. And colors are tasty. Thus, let us groove.