Wandering through east London today, I happened upon a damned good shoutin’ R&B duo busking on the street. They’re called Dead Plants, and the act I saw consisted of one guy slapping the everlasting hell out of a bass while the other guy beat out hillbilly blues on an acoustic guitar; they stamped out time on the cobblestones and hollered out insane lyrics about Johnny Cash. I was hooked. The baby was hooked. I bought their CD, Streetsongs, and it’s spinning right now in the baby’s room CD player (the only CD player left in the house!) and we’re both rockin’ out.
So there you have it.