Music hath charms to soothe the most savage grief. Of course it helps to have a qualified practitioner.
Here's the master of musical therapy, the late Lowell George of Little Feat:
There was a woman in Georgia didn't feel just rightOne night during a set, a voice from the crowd yelled out "Rock 'n Roll Doctor!"
She had fever all day and chills at night
Now things got worse, yes a serious bind
At times like this it takes a man with some style
at gettin' out of a bind
A doctor of heart and a doctor of mind
If you like country with a boogie beat,
he's the man to meet
If you like the sound of shufflin' feet,
he can't be beat
If you wanna feel real nice,
just ask the Rock and Roll doctor's advice
It's just a country town but patients come
From Mobile to Moline from miles around
Nagodoches to New Orleans
In beat-up old cars or in limousines
To meet the doctor of soul
he's got his very own theme
Two degrees in bebop,
a PhD. in swing,
He's the master of rhythm,
he's a rock and roll king
If you like country with a boogie beat,
he's the man to meet
(he's the man to meet)
If you like the sound of shufflin' feet,
he can't be beat
(I say he can't be beat)
If you...
If you wanna,
If you wanna feel real nice,
just ask the Rock and Roll doctor's advice
It was clearly intended as a song request, but Lowell yelled back: "Rock 'n Roll Doctor? You're lookin' at him, sucker!"
There's never been another writer like him, and the man sure could sing -- not to mention play!
What a tune! There's another great live version here.
And the official live version (from the album "Waiting For Columbus") is here:
And now ... just one more special bonus ...
Fat Man In The Bathtub:
[RIP Lowell]
