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Ray Wylie Hubbard full concert

00:00:32 Hippie Jack introduces Ray Wylie Hubbard 00:02:56 County My Blessings 00:06:42 Rabbit 00:10:00 Snake Farm 00:14:15 Drunken Poet's Dream 00:20:02 Down Home Country Blues 00:24:23 The Ballad of the Crimson Kings 00:30:57 Without Love (We're Just Wasting Time) 00:36:29 Dust Of The Chase 00:40:50 Name Droppin' 00:46:45 Rooster 00:50:12 Mississippi Flush 00:56:40 Conversation With The Devil 01:03:26 Up Against The Wall Redneck Mother 01:09:28 Wanna Rock And Roll 01:14:02 The Messenger 01:19:38 Mother Blues 01:27:15 Outro interview with Hippie Jack Singer songwriter Ray Wylie Hubbard performs music from his most recent album A. Enlightenment, B. Endarkenment (Hint: There is no C) at the Tennessee State Museum in Nashville, TN. It wasn't that long ago that Ray Wylie Hubbard mentioned to an acquaintance that he wouldn't mind being a hybrid of Guy Clark and John Lee Hooker. Now, I'm no seer or mystic, but my instincts suggest that wish came true, and then some. A. Enlightenment, B. Endarkenment (Hint: There is no C) confirms it. Ray Wylie Hubbard writes the kind of songs that make you want to ride along no matter where he's going, because you know it's gonna get strange somewhere along the way. The references to Muddy Waters being as deep as William Blake ("I really do believe it,'' Ray says) and lipstick pickups, resonator slides, the dreams of drunken poets, deceased call girls, opium, wasp's nests, clouds growing a tail, his ability to segue seamlessly from primal exclamations of carnal lust into songs about salvation without pausing for irony; and a craftsmanship that manages to rhyme mescaline and gasoline and Volkswagen with dragon while painting vivid portraits of characters both real and unreal, all evoke a sense of place that is larger than life but in no way made up. Anyone who's followed Ray Wylie Hubbard over the long and winding path he has traveled already knows he possesses the kind of exceptional gift for observation that any songwriter yearns for. His sense of wonder is tempered by an accumulated wisdom and knowledge that comes with experience that has elevated him into the Wylie Lama of Texas