The new album Ain’t Going Anywhere: The 2020 Diaries by soul rocker BUGGY JIVE features songs written and recorded in the buggy basement bunker during the test of humanity that we call the Year of Our Lord Twenty Twenty.
Title track from the new album, shot in one take in the buggy basement bunker.
This is “Swing Along,” one of the many amazing and somewhat subversive songs by turn-of-the-20th-century genius Will Marion Cook.
Because there is so much sadness in “The Reach.” Stay safe and be well.
This is my take on “The Jungle Line,” Joni Mitchell’s wild little ditty about the, ahem, white gaze of kooky primitivist painter, tax man and jungle fetishist Henri Rousseau.
PROFESSOR BUGGY JIVE is a soul rock singer-songwriter quietly uploading music from a basement somewhere in Upstate New York.
Equal parts Zeppelin and D’Angelo and Prince and Joni in sound and sensibility, his lyrics often mine the literature of the past to make sense of the present – from Ellison to Morrison to Eliot to Didion.
“Literary Kravitz,” as some say.
On rare occasions, he will come out of the basement to perform his songs live – armed with a Telecaster and a pedalboard that’s a bit too big.
But Buggy Jive does not come out of the basement often.
It’s a problem.
“I don’t play out,” he says. “I play in.”
This mantra has played out for the reclusive artist over the years, but never more so than in 2020.
Hence. the new album Ain’t Going Anywhere: The 2020 Diaries.
“My black ass ain’t going anywhere,” he proudly proclaims in the title track.
We know, Buggy.
THE BUGGY JIVE HOUSE CONCERT is just that: a video document of a short set of Mr Jive’s trademark solo-electric soul rock songs, filmed in his home studio in front of a small audience of some of his oldest and dearest friends. The video premiered on Facebook Live May 11, 2018.