Roomful of Blues
If you are afflicted with podomotophobia—the fear of tapping your feet—stay clear of this collection. In just a few minutes, this 10-year-old, nine-man boogie band from Providence, R.I., long a mainstay on the East Coast club circuit, will have you in a sweat. Before long you'll find those toes twitching. When you get to the third cut, New Orleans Shuffle, the band's three saxophonists will have you pleading for mercy. By the time the infectious Long Distance Operator is finished you'll call out the National Guard. Round about Two Bones and a Pick, Ronnie Earl Horvath's jazz guitar will have you ready to invoke the name of the Almighty and sign over your firstborn. Once you hear Al Copley's boogie-woogie ivories on Sugar Coated Love, neighbors will begin pulling small children and pets off the street. Your pelvis will be gyrating from here to Bakersfield and your dogs will be strictly Astaire. With luck, you'll survive the swaying inspired by Greg Piccolo's vocal on Jeep's Blues. But please, be careful.
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