Dave Armstrong
Using the same backing track as Vernon Garrett’s version this rip-roaring
45 really ought to be better known. Armstrong does a pretty competent job
bemoaning his fate, but the real kick comes from the horns, especially the
trumpets and the background work by the trombone. The bluesy tinge to the
chord changes and the guitar only add to the pleasure of this one, which
may have been cut around 1969 if the label number is any guide. The label
says Hungerford, Texas but Cliff Parman’s name on the disc suggests
it was cut elsewhere – Nashville?
I don’t know of any other discs by Armstrong.
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