With its jaunty, forever addicting opening guitar hook, this breezy, neo-retro nod to Texas blues shuffles the boots to the beat; a perfect partner in swing for the beloved bygone dance, the stroll. Johnny Stachela’s lonesome howl, underpinned by his unmistakable six-string response, combine for a grinning ode to a romance dance, through the sawdust on the floor of an old post-and-beam hall, somewhere just outside San Antonio. Now streaming everywhere.
