Young James Long
You Ain't Know The Man LP
Barely recognizable to anyone outside their home turf of Dallas/Fort Worth in Texas, where someone at a bar called Muddy Waters (no, really) thought it might be a good idea to give them a residency (perhaps secure in the knowledge that the band's bar tab would always outweigh any fee they might command), it's something of a wonder that anyone in Europe would have thought it a sensible idea to assist this trio in releasing a record, or wonders never cease, come over and tour. Well it just so happens that there are a stubborn few folk around who hold some of the work of one of the trio (that would be P.W. Long and his illustrious past in Mule and Reelfoot in such high regard that they would assist in such endeavours. And as it happens, at least two of those ill-advised individuals work at Southern Records, and one of them happens to be in charge of the chequebook. You know, crazy shit happens all the time.
