Saturday, January 2, 2010

Dr. John-Gris Gris

If you're looking at this post and thinking, "isn't that the guy who sang the Blossom theme song?" you'd be right, but you'd also be a fucking jerk for not recognizing this brilliant artifact. Since I know some of my friends dug the Exuma album, I thought I'd post this, since it's probably its closest brethren. This isn't the corny N.O. jazz-pop that the doctor has been prescribing for the past several decades. No, this is a smoke fueled journey though the bayou of a blackened mind. Creepy and atmospheric yet surprisingly funky as well.



  1. dont forget about his "Love that Chicken at Popeyes"

  2. fuck...there's no popeyes around here. i'm jealous