#drivin n cryin

[krispyweiss]

Song Review: Old Crow Medicine Show - “Ain’t it Strange”

Of course Old Crow Medicine Show’s cover of Drivin N Cryin’s “Ain’t it Strange” sounds like a bluegrass version of Widespread Panic’s “Ain’t Life Grand.”

For Panic ripped off Drivin and songwriter Kevin Kinney’s 1989 number for the title track to its 1994 LP.

So there’s that.

But OCMS’ version pales against both DNC’s original and WSP’s unoriginal, making for a sincere tribute - Ketch Secor loves Kinney, whom he says belongs to a “long and esteemed line of songwriters from the South who let their roots show” - but not much more.

Grade card: Old Crow Medicine Show - “Ain’t it Strange” - C

1/13/25

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Drivin' N' Cryin' - Fly Me Courageous

One of my all-time favorite rock songs! Love these boys.

[sidrial]

Pick 1 album and discuss.

If you don’t recognize any of these, listen to at least 2 first. I will add music 🎶 links in the comments.

#Alsmusiccafe

Episode 285

12 01 23

#drivinncryin #Amonamarth #thepolice #TheStoneRoses

[falkonryderz]

Drivin’ N’ Cryin’ - Fly Me Courageous / video

live:

[musicmags]

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

THIS CAME TO ME IN MY DREAM... CAN YOU MAKE A STORY ABOUT THE READER BEING NANAMI'S LITTLE SISTER AND GOJO HAS A CRUSH ON HER OR SMTH IDK 🤭🤭🤭

A/N: Gojo art credits go to @tayatimiko

GOJO that jumps in his seat startled af, eyes wide as saucers behind his blind fold when come up from behind and cover em w/ both hands. "Baby, why haven't u called me back? It's so lonely in my mansion." You quote, a sensual whisper in his ear. He jumps to his feet, bumpin into his desk clumsily, offering a nervous chuckle at ur joke. "Hey, y/n.. Was just omw out. Sorry. I Gotta, um.. Uhh, u know-," Stutters some lame excuse and flees the classroom. Just like he does whenever u catch him alone after hours. "What the actual fuck?" 🤨 Fuckin guy's been actin strange lately. Like even for Satoru's weird ass. You've been tryin to get him alone to talk about but it's as if he can't stand to be in the same room with u. Refuses to look at u more than a few seconds and its drivin u too the damn brink.

GOJO that's always been like kin to u. But you're not fuckin blind, how could you not notice the skyscraper is sex onna stick? Soiled 💦 plenty of ur pretty panties just from lookin at his pretty face. But he swats away ur school girl crush without a thought. As Nanami's lil sis, Satoru insisted on treating u like a sibling. But ur older now. And what u don't know is.. He can't deny you've grown into a lovely young woman. Smart, compassionate, brave. And GAWD, don't even let him start thinkin bout that fuckin body..

GOJO is startin to feel like a super creep cause he can't stop his filthy mind from day dreaming albout you, no matter what he's doin. Ur soft curly mane, shape of ur beautiful y/e/c eyes, curve of ur cute nose. The softest plush full lips.. They'd def feel otherworldly wrapped around his- 👄👅🍆"Fuuuck, baby, don't stop.." Satoru groans, abruptly wakin himself up from the lusty dream starring u. Scrubs at his tired features and glances at the alarm clock. 12:37 am. "Dammit, ma.. Can't even sleep without u on my mind." Spends the rest the night tossin and turnin, tryin to erase the vision of u gaggin on his cock from his pervert brain.

GOJO no longer believes in relieving his stress if it isn't inside of u, basically becomes a born again virgin. Really thinks the amount of nut he's savin for u gave him hyperspermia and now every time he cums, it can literally fill buckets. Even worse he just start havin the most intense nocturnal emissions. Though his body feels like it's on cloud 9, it's startin to get aggravating, goin to sleep w/ u on his mind only to wake up to his dick dischargin like a automatic. "Shitshitshit! Nooo, not again." Satoru stares at his inflated cock swelling fatter in disbelief, energy burstin from him uncontrollably when he spasms, whimpering for u again and again as the temple starts to tremble, cracks tearing through the foundation. "Y/n, baby, fuuuck- I need u! Ohhplease, be mine.. Jus lemme feed that pussy this big fat load. Please honey, 's all for u, all for -nghh.. ah, ah, ah, can't stop! I can't stop cummin for u baby." The lastest dirty delusional demo 🍆🍩 of u cloggin his brain and he's so helpless, grippin the thick throbbing base of his shaft tight, trying to stop the overwhelming flow, gut compressin as the next spurt shoots even harder. An detrimental earthquake cracks through the surrounding streets but Satoru's too busy cryin and shakin. "Oh fuck, I can't take it! T-too good, too much.. haaah! 'M gonna die, pleeease! Stopstopstop- no! Wanna stuff u princess, such a waaaste.." Delrious ass sweatin bullets while his nut shoots high in the air, splatter audible when it rains back down all over his face and chest. But he just sloppily jerks at his dick, head saggingon his pillow as he attempts to wring himself dry, nut coating his slender knuckles in the yummiest glaze. "H-help me sweet girl- ohhh y/nnn.." Can't stop gaspin ur name, thrashin in his king size bed, the last of his ooey gooey nut cascading down his dick and balls as thunder crashes up above, lightning hailing across the sky like electric arrows before a random bolt slices through the adjoining building. Fuck.. Yaga's definitely gonna be pissed.

GOJO despises staying away from u and misses the fuck outta ur clingy ass. Craves how u used bake him his favorite sweet treats when he came over, yummy body bangin in ur sports bra and lil cotton shorts. Backing it up on him, reachin back to grip his neck, twerking all on him to the nastiest playlist. Or how u used to slide to his place unannounced, usually watchin as he laid on his tummy and rocked out on the ps5 in only a pair of black briefs. You'd always sit on his naked back, playin in his hair, massagin the weeks tension out his broad shoulders as he shouted obscenities at his teammates, only pausing to groan in satisfaction at ur talented fingers. Satoru can still feel the heated print of ur cushy tush 🍑 and chubby puss 🍪 molded to his spine. Had to will his away his nut countless times as he laid atop a fat boner, tryin to concentrate on the game and not moan like a whore when u squish ur front to his back and hug him tight. "Yay, good job Toru, u won!" Ur weight puttin the most delicious pressure on his dick. Feels so slutty rememberin how the smallest softest kiss to the back of neck had his eyes glazing over, teeth diggin into his bottom lip as nut pours from his flushed slit.

GOJO can't accept his crush on his good friends lil sis. Needs space from u since he can't pin ur feet behind ur ears and slurp ur cunt till he's full, so he decides to be a grade A dick. "Y/n, we need ta talk." Folds his long arms and shakes his head when u stomp ur foot and throw a hissy 😡 after he says u can't come on missions w/ him and Nanami anymore under pretenses that he just tryin to keep u safe. "Seriously Toru? U been ignorin me for how long? No reason, not a text or call. Now this shit?" Lean frame reclined against the schools entrance doors beside ur perplexed brother, kissable lips thinning dramatically. Pussy ofcourse is lookin anywhere but u. "'M not gettin into all that, y/n. Lets jus keep it professional since we're at work, yeah?" Nanami quirks a blonde brow, so sick and tired of the odd tension. "Gojo, it's fine. Y/n's got us. It's never been a problem before. We can-," ur brother tries to interject but Satoru huffs and storms off without another word. "Just stay this once. I'll talk to him." Ur bother squeezes u in a quick hug when ur eyes tear w/ frustration, kissing the top of ur head before jogging after the idiot.

GOJO feels bad when Nanami scolds him the next day about makin u cry. "U were an absolute terror yesterday. More than usual. I don't care why. U need to fix this Satoru. Whatever it takes." Satoru is exasperated af atp. Wholeheartedly doubts ur brother knows what he's saying. He can't even be in ur presence w/ out wondering what ur perfect tits would feel like in his mouth. 🤤 "Look.. We just need.. Space rn. Its nothin." Nanami slits his eyes, poppin Satoru in the back of the head. "I'm not an idiot, like u. Can't just ignore how she feels bout u.. How u feel about eachother." Satoru definitely engages his infinity, always expectin this convo w/ ur brother to be rather unpleasant. "How long have u known?" "How long have u loved her?" Satoru's stumped. So he's not as subtle as he believes? Shocker. 😮 "Longer than I care to admit rn. Kento.. It'll change everything." Nanami nods slow. "Just don't hurt her."

GOJO that's the one who ends up hurt when he arrives to the school for class but sees u trainin real up close and personal with the new instructor. The fucker 🖕🏽is all in ur grill, leanin his weight into u as he helps u "stretch". Feelin up ur thighs while pressin ur leg above ur head, his bulge pokin dangerously close to the center between ur legs. "How's that feel, sweetheart? Not too bad right?" Its a dagger to his heart 😭that ur all smiles and giggles. Satoru doesn't even realize he's shoved em off u, wailing on the guy over and over. "Fuckin bastard! Swear if u EVER fuckin touch what's mine again, I'll rip ur fuckin arms off!" Pummels him to a pulp and the fuckin loser is unconscious by the 2cnd punch but he doesnt stop. "Satoru, stop! Ur gonna kill him!" Which he wouldn't have realize if it weren't for u usin the cursed technique u share w/ Nanami, the precise hit blastin him back so hard Satoru has to dig his nail into the ground to catch his footing. U gaze at eachother in the longest stare down, tense af, chests heaving, both brewing with fiery burst of cursed energy. Thoughts racing a hundred miles per minute and Satoru just can't take this shit no more. Teleports inches away, yankin u to him w/ both hands on ur ass and smotherin u inna a hungry demanding kiss. But ur still pissed, pushin him back before slappin him across the face. "I should rip UR fuckin arms off for thinkin u could ghost me then slide thru to defend my honor!" Feelin a bit of justice as he rubs his pink cheek. "I know, I'm sorry y/n. I-," But u interrupt him with another hard smack. "Just.. Shut up, dummy. Dick first, talk later." You snarl, dragging him to his office by his uniform collar.

[dabisbratz]

thinkin bout dilfy kishibe from csm,,,

comin back from a long day at work, decidin to take his stress out on poor reader by eating him out, then making reader ride him while he takes a drag of his cig, till readers legs give out n hes snifflin n crying from cummin too much

he’s a horrible mean old man,, stinks of booze too <33 ughdhud i want him

another kishi truther . . . yeayeayea!! ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀིა

there’s somethin about spendin every day knowin your death could be any second. takes a big toll on him at first, even when he’s been in the industry for so long, n as much as he’d like t’say ’it is what it is.’, it’s drivin him crazy. so it’s not the taste he’s after, nor the burn in his throat or the tingle in his nose when he drinks— not the lingering aftertaste of 1738 chased with sprite— it’s the feeling. bein a lil lighter on his toes, a lil less tense. n it only works for so long before the knots on his back tighten back up but . . . he can’t help himself. he’s not sure f’its easier with you around (now he’s got another person t’worry about), but you sure are helpful. the prettiest lil outlet for his frustration, so sweet (too sweet t’him), so fun t’throw around, you make the nicest sounds. you’ve always been such a good boy!! if there’s nothin else he takes pride in that, admires how quick y’are to spread your legs n show off the messy, stickiness leakin into your underwear when he comes home. you’re too good for him, holding your open legs open while he pushes his tongue deeper n deeper inside you, sucks on the skin like he’s tryin t’savor it, licks around so hungry n feverish. he can’t get enough, can’t wait t’take you apart, n you’ll jus have to cum handsfree, cuz he’s not lettin you move till he’s satisfied.

then it comes t’bouncin on his lap. so pretty, takin such good care of his cock. sittin on his strong thighs, perched up as kishi purrs into your throat, one hand on the back of your neck while the other holds onto a freshly lit cigarette. n his dick’s so big, so heavy n slicked up with pre, splittin you open so good. rolls his hips, grips the flesh of your ass so rough, moans over how good your itty hole takes big cock!! doesn’t stop even when you’re cryin, snifflin so wet n hiccupin— your thighs burn, you’re so full, your hole’s all stretched out tfit his cock!! so greedy n desperate, runnin away from the overstimulation yet bouncin absentmindedly, all the while kishi tells you t’take it, t’lean back, work for his nut, bounce on his fat cock so he can work the cum back into you all over again ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა !! filthy man!!

[robfinancialtip]

Jocko offers a thrilling story about a one-of-a-kind opportunity to perform as part of a band for an event at Disney's House of Blues in Orlando. This event was part of a unique gathering called "Folk of Honor," which brought together brilliant performers from well-known bands. Jocko recalls this as one of his favorite moments, emphasizing the collaborative aspect of the event and the excitement of playing among recognized performers. The concert was held at a well-known venue, adding to the significance and excitement of the occasion.

Mark Rime of Hootie & the Blowfish, as did Tim, a skilled bass player from Drivin' N' Cryin', joined the band. These artists contributed their professional skills and renown, which improved the performance and increased the group's sense of togetherness. Jocko highlights how remarkable it was to share the stage with such renowned artists, describing the experience as profound and motivating. The lineup also featured two lead singers from Sister Hazel, highlighting the band's high level.

Jocko's involvement in the ensemble was playing guitar and singing a few songs, which he recounts with pleasure and excitement. This demonstrates Jocko's musician flexibility and ability to contribute substantially to a group of experienced artists. While he has previously opened for other events, Jocko emphasizes that this experience was unique. It was about more than simply the music; it was about being a part of a collaborative effort that brought together a varied group of performers for an outstanding evening.

Jocko considers this concert a crucial milestone in his musical path, full of joy, teamwork, and personal progress. Sharing the stage alongside such brilliant and well-known musicians allowed him to display his abilities and learn and network with others in the business. The event solidified Jocko's passion for live music and left an indelible memory, making it one of his career highlights.

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Drivin' N' Cryin' - Build A Fire

[aillen]

This magical time of which I’ve spoken with great fondness over the years didn’t get off to the best start. Def Leppard guitarist Steve Clark died on January 8 from a lethal mix of alcohol and prescription drugs at the young age of 30, and three people were crushed to death during an AC/DC concert in Salt Lake City just 10 days later. But things did improve.

Along with the above-mentioned classics, an overabundance of bangers were released throughout ’91, not least including Fly Me Courageous by Drivin N Cryin, 1916 by Motörhead, Doubt by Jesus Jones, Innuendo by Queen (Freddie Mercury’s farewell), The White Room by The KLF, Heart in Motion by Amy Grant (laugh if you want), Out of Time by R.E.M., Arise by Sepultura, Mama Said by Lenny Kravitz, Temple of the Dog’s only album (featuring members of Pearl Jam and Soundgarden), Power of Love by Luther Vandross, Schubert Dip by EMF, De La Soul Is Dead by De La Soul, Don't Rock the Jukebox by Alan Jackson, Spellbound by Paula Abdul (laugh if you want), Gish by The Smashing Pumpkins, Slave to the Grind by Skid Row, Superstition by Siouxsie and the Banshees, For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge by Van Halen, Into the Great Wide Open by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Of the Heart, of the Soul and of the Cross: The Utopian Experience by P.M. Dawn, Brand New Man by Brooks & Dunn, Cypress Hill’s eponymous debut, Psychotic Supper by Tesla, Ropin' the Wind by Garth Brooks, No More Tears by Ozzy Osbourne, Emotions by Mariah Carey, Ceremony by The Cult, The Low End Theory by A Tribe Called Quest, Diamonds and Pearls by Prince & The New Power Generation, Whenever We Wanted by John Mellencamp, Loveless by My Bloody Valentine, Achtung Baby by U2, and Dangerous by Michael Jackson.

And I probably left some out.

[loveherallican-blog]

Drivin' N' Cryin' - Honeysuckle Blue

[krispyweiss]

Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit with Alejandro Escovedo at Rose Music Center at the Heights, Huber Heights, Ohio, Sept. 7, 2024

Jason Isbell cleans up the sound of his formative experience with Drive-By Truckers, adds elements of Neil Young and Crazy Horse and the Allman Brothers Band and - with key support from “my rock ‘n’ roll band, the 400 Unit” - creates something smooth and contemporary.

While the latter adjective marks Isbell as his own musician, the former means he plays - as he did before a near-sell-out crowd during his Sept. 7 gig at Huber Heights, Ohio’s, Rose Music Center - with a net. JI400U’s performance was therefore akin to NYCH minus the ragged glory (“Miles”) and/or ABB without the mountain of jams as on “This Ain’t It.” And Isbell’s decision to open his three-song encore with the Cure’s “Just Like Heaven” was incongruity in the extreme.

So when guitarist Sadler Vaden temporarily took control of the Unit for a gnarled rendition of Drivin N Cryin’s “Honeysuckle Blue” and unveiled the sextet’s potential for exhilarating, borderline-reckless presentations, the Eagles-like precision of such numbers of “Death Wish” and “Cast Iron Skillet” were that much more underwhelming despite confirming the impeccable musicianship of Isbell and Vaden, who played slide, electric and acoustic guitars; drummer/guitarist Will Johnson; drummer Chad Gamble; keyboardist Derry deBorja; and Anna Butterss on electric and double bass.

This left the balladic, introspective presentations of such compositions as “Elephant” and “If We Were Vampires” - both about the inevitability of death - to affirm Isbell as an aural 21st-century poet laureate.

For 110 minutes, Isbell and the 400 Unit delivered impactful stories with strong vocal performances wrapped inside solid compositions. That Sound Bites nevertheless experienced them as peaks and valleys; moments of intense focus and idle listening to what was coming from the speakers says something about the need for a certain amount of looseness - playing without a net, like a Wallenda - in the live setting. That was the missing element.

Opener Alejandro Escovedo had it in droves. And the guitarist, his drummer and keyboardist delivered a raw, 45-minute opening set that found the veteran musician “nearing the end of this road” after 50 years of touring.

He alternated between two mics - one for his natural voice (“San Antonio Rain”) another with a loudspeaker effect (“Everybody Loves Me”) - as his band ground out grimy, deep-pocketed grooves sprinkled with synthy dust and bass pedals.

And when Escovedo turned windmill after windmill on his Gibson Les Paul guitar at the end of the show-stopping “Castenets,” the end didn’t seem that close at all.

Grade card: Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit with Alejandro Escovedo at Rose Music Center - 9/7/24 - B-

9/8/24

[rocknrollflames]

Day Twenty-Six: A Band With a Cool Name

30 Day Band Challenge

1) Mastodon. I admit I've never listened to them, but it's a great name.

2) Drivin N' Cryin. I do listen to them and it's a great name.

(Both just happen to have been formed in Georgia.)

[sidrial]

Pick 1 album and discuss.

If you don’t recognize any of these, listen to at least 2 first. I will add music 🎶 links in the comments.

#Alsmusiccafe

Episode 283

11 29 23

#Assemblage23 #TaylorSwift #Danzig #drivinncryin

[bigbadbruno]

Drivin´n ´Cryin´ - Wrapped In Sky

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