On the Couch with Lee
When you wake up to the dreary grey morning light of an Oakland August, and even your Bathory records won't salve your sadness for no reason, I can think of no better cure than Lee Hazelwood. Just hearing him croon "These are cold hard times" confirms that any blues you might want to insist upon are delusional and motivated more by self-pity than anything else. Lee's melancholy numbers are always delivered with just the most subtle winks, and suddenly, yupster drama is exposed for what it is-nothing. Think of Lee as emotional Raid- kills self-induced BS theater dead. I'm telling you- Lee Hazelwood could save you thousands in psychotherapy- raid my Soulseek now if only for your mental health.