Deadsplinter Up! All Night: Dear Mr. Fantasy

It is Super Bowl Sunday, and I have mixed feeling about football.

Between the almost guaranteed eventual Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy (CTE) to the acceptance of Michael Vick (his dogs were fought, hung, electrocuted, beaten), to the banishment of Colin Kaepernick for peaceful demonstrations of his beliefs, I think the NFL is as flawed as our political system.

That said, if you need a pre-game warm-up or something to listen to while cooking today, I give you almost a full half hour of Steve Wynwood’s Traffic: Low Spark of High Heeled Boys / 40,000 Headmen / Dear Mr. Fantasy – Live 1972 (Remastered). It impresses me – how well this has aged.

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26 Comments

  1. I hate the 49ers, always have and always will (though I like Richard Sherman). The Kaepernick thing is just icing on the cake for me hating them. I also cannot stand the halftime shows & will be turning off the sound and listening to this instead.

  2. im still utterly baffled that commercials are seen as part of the entertainment over there
    and the song has absolutely nothing to do with that…i just like it

  3. Maybe it’s tempting fate to pick a California-based Thrash metal band to ask a question to my beloved Chiefies, but here goes nothing. Armored Saint – Can U Deliver:

  4. My brother works for the Giants and goes to the Super Bowl every year. I don’t know how he does it because it can be a hassle. I went once and that was enough. It was pretty neat to go once, though.

    It’s Football, Baby – The Sticks of Dynamite

  5. …I missed the last few of these so apologies for the failure to stick to the brief…also, sports heathen over here so kind of blanking on an appropriate pick

    …ummm…go team?

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