John Troy’s Crunchy Groove Sack

Background

What is American music? The answer is as various and motley as America’s history and culture. As a (still) performing musician with over forty years’ experience in the musical trenches as a sideman to the stars, ensemble player, and solo artist, I am in the happy position to offer esoteric insight and perspective on the songs we will enjoy together. We will learn how songs have been interpreted and re-interpreted through the years. We will cull songs from genres across the musical spectrum and we will discover artists who, though little known or forgotten, cast a long shadow down to the present day. We will realize how all these different styles are connected. And, finally, we will be reminded that songs, like people, stand on the shoulders of what came before.

Are you interested in music? Well, so am I. Listen!

– JOHN TROY

John Troy is in partnership with Taylor Guitars, Warwick Basses and Trickfish Amplification.

links: Podcast Playlists

Awful cranky, three Kings, the king of sex, chunky monkey, realized he understood, collateral noise, a physical thing, an overdose of lead, little fella, turns her loose, gets into your bones, burying friends and lovers, bleed into each other, you gotta hit ‘em, I’m not religious…but, you want to set the hook, you try it, […]
Surviving members, no stinkin’ drums, you try it, chopmeister, Portuguese precursor, on the one, gimme that remote, louder than God, put the snare forward, dried it up, about 500 strings on it, you finally got one right, an apple in a bowl, you better strap in, complicated yet boring, hear the brushing, it’s a thing, every […]
Sittin’ on the groove, he’s a-riffin’, give me a skank, when you’re vaping, gun boats, odd bars, strange but it works, a conscious thing, high caliber pandering, easy if you know it, quarters on the kick, all the corners of his brain pan, ruin it for you, great tension.
What he put himself through, look down on what I’m thinking, with the snare off, we’re both drunk and yelling at each other, yes I’m live on the air Jason!, you’re not very much to look at, speedy quick thing, those happy few, no stinkin’ drums, cover your dog’s ears, wasn’t a limp pink hotrod […]
My fevered cranium, sixteens on the bottom, pull the low end out, you didn’t have to be a sexpot, get ready to note, a-pickin’ and a-grinnin’, well crafted sausage, they’re not all rapists, let my but hang out there, this is that, gives it that sorta pow, lionize, shadows in the dark, get to the […]
Just to bother you and ruin everything, pushin’ something around in the dirt, sounded kinda dorky, little stabs, he incorporated it into his bottom, on the fly, holding it down, I never ask that question, failed miserably, you know how to swallow, perfectly imperfect.
Bare bones, back to the head, jazzy here on the sack, says it without saying it, just a wreck, it’s not working, the least worst, you can’t help but weep, unmiffed, like rock should be, kicking and screaming, erotic in nature, playing footballs, the low end cooks.