“Last night there was a full moon, I was down at a dance in the pool room”. Hump day disco dance. Sorta. “Stretch out your arms like a aeroplane, bark like a dog and you shuffle like a train. Roll like the wind, and you swoop like a rooster.” Dance, definitely. I guess the title about covers it, this is dance in the heart of the Texas Hills style, complete with jalepeños, tequila dreams and shoutouts to Bill Monroe, Merle Haggard and many more friends. “I was out on the dance floor. All of a sudden DJ dropped a country tune and the place just stopped.” Shoutouts for the party continuing Whole Thing Going On, the slow dance of Days Are Mighty, the splendid cover of Satan’s Helper, the blues of Dr Noblio, and the tasty soul of Too Much Not Enough. "Country people are party people."
Jeb Loy Nichols