Note: Factory Sealed
Hands down the swingin’est and grooviest steakhouse private press of its ilk. Fry squawks his way through all the greats like “Who Am I”, “Dock Of The Bay”, ”My Way”, quite possibly the definitive version of “Both Sides Now”, and other icons of bottle boutiques around the globe. Ably backed by some nice organ, drums, guitar and piano from his band called The Individuals, Buddy kills it on this live date from Speelmon’s Steakhouse in Iowa (pronounced SCHPEEL-mon’s) with his mobile intonation, Irish-wake vibrato and deft knowledge of the lyrical spirit unto which these tomes have been grilled well-done. There’s even a drum break with clapping on “Ob-La-Di” egged on by Buddy himself. Nick The Lounge Singer worships at the feet of Buddy Fry, and the cover says it all: “No one else sings like Buddy Fry”. I consider it an honor that half of my surname is “Fry”. Still SEALED, with an easygoing cover bend.