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Low and Slow

1994 · Smoke & Ruin Records · 9 tracks

The masterpiece. Recorded across eleven nights in a rented room above a feed store, with a shoulder on the smoker in the alley for every session. It smells like hickory. The archive has confirmed this with three original pressings.

  1. 01Low and Slow5:02
  2. 02225 Degrees (All Night Long)6:15

    Recorded between midnight and four in the morning. Lu Strickland checked the firebox during the guitar solo.

    Words, as printed on the inner sleeve
    Midnight on the gravel and the firebox is glowing
    Hickory split to forearm length and stacked beside the wheel
    Shoulder went on at six o'clock, it's got a long way going
    And the needle on the lid is standing still
    
    Don't you touch that damper
    Don't you lift that lid
    
    Two-twenty-five, all night long
    Thin blue smoke from the stack till dawn
    Not two-thirty, not two-twenty
    Two-twenty-five, all night long
    
    Lu keeps the fire log in a bread bag
    A number and a time on every line
    Ten o'clock, eleven, midnight, one o'clock
    Every one of them says two-twenty-five
    
    Don't you touch that damper
    Don't you lift that lid
    
    Two-twenty-five, all night long
    Thin blue smoke from the stack till dawn
    Not two-thirty, not two-twenty
    Two-twenty-five, all night long
    
    Three a.m. and the probe reads one-sixty
    And it's read one-sixty since a quarter after one
    That's the stall, and every rookie on the circuit
    Wants to wrap it up or crank it till it's done
    
    But we don't wrap it and we don't push it
    And we don't open up the lid to see
    We just play another forty-five
    And let it take the time it needs
    
    Anybody can run it hot
    Anybody can play it fast
    It takes all night to hold one number
    And a band to make the night go past
    
    Four a.m. and the probe just moved
    Thin blue smoke from the stack till dawn
    Not two-thirty, not two-twenty
    Two-twenty-five, all night long
  3. 03Smoke Ring3:48
  4. 04Bark3:12
  5. 05Oak and Hickory4:21
  6. 06Butcher Paper3:55
  7. 07Spritz Bottle2:58
  8. 08Rest It an Hour4:40
  9. 09Riverside, Saturday5:33