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World Without Dogs

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It is even more awesome if you are Fuzzy's Blood Brother.

Rich's talent and words flow freely with as much force as the waves in the ocean.

The word for today....


LEGS!

Little Richard.

I was very fortunate to be Rich's Drummer in his other band Bloom, VERY talented band. Have played in 100's of bands in my time, never had the joy of playing such powerful song's as Rich's. Also I am on the first cut of Fuzzy Doodah, Moonlight Mary. To this day I still listen to Bloom & Fuzzy Doodah more than any other band, Period. I am a true FAN.
Donny Marvin

This CD helped me to realize that music could still stir deep emotions within my soul... Thanks Rich

if you like The Doors & Pink Floyd,You'll like Fuzzy DooDah! if you like Chainsaws & Nails, you'll like Fuzzy DooDah. If you like Words and Music that you can sink your teeth into,you'll like Fuzzy DooDah!This ain't for sissys!

If Jimmy Swaggart and Suzanne Vega were to mate (and who's to say they haven't?) the mutant spawn of their unholy union would indeed be Richard Ferguson. A jubilant mix of evangelical preacher, beat poet and folk balladeer, Ferguson spins yarns of ethereal gold from the fraying threads of the American unconscious. Ferguson, ably backed by the haunting laments of a lap steel guitar--an instrument which, in Jett Soto's hands, can at once cry out for mercy and weep for a phantom yesterday just out of reach--weaves songs and stories that are the very stuff of American myth, born of backroads and desert highways, tumbledown shacks and greasy spoons. The album unfolds like a psychic map, lifting the listener and dragging him along on a heady cross-country hitch from Abilene to Falcon to Oregon to New Jersey and all points in between. All the hard places where hope is born out of dreams and desperation. Drawing as much from the language of film as it does from the form of any musical genre, "World Without Dogs" more than lives up to its alternate sobriquet, "Tiny Movies For Your Ears." If you close your eyes and open yourself, you'll be treated to a midnight marathon that would make any movie palace proud. Dig deep and you'll find "Badlands" at the heart of "Abilene Rising"; the sing-song grumble of "Sling Blade" on the underside of "Terry, Candy, Baby & Me"; and the fevered unease of "Deliverance"... well, just about EVERYWHERE. Ferguson's casts are life's character actors, the periphery people who mow our lawns; who sell blood plasma for beer money; who wipe our windshields with crumpled bits of newspaper. Stepcousins both to Norman Bates and David Lynch, what makes these ghostly players so uncomfortably resonant is their not-so-distant kinship to US. They speak to our darkest longings, those animal embers of unrequited want that glow hotly in the pits of all our stomachs. I'd be remiss if I didn't acknowledge the talents of Royce Croft, fuzzy's nimble guitarist; Chris Camacho, the band's energetic bass player; and Billy "Blaze" Price, whose understated drumming accents Ferguson's rhythmic "rantchanting." fuzzy's moody melodies and Ferguson's Tourettic tirades are so organic in their union that it's very easy to blur that line between what's being spoken and what's being played. These guys perform well together, as they should; they've been at it for a while. So do yourself a favor and give "World Without Dogs" a good listen. If it doesn't grab you by the id and give your ego a shake, then God help you, you ain't put together right.

"A World Without Dogs" offers up a perfect blend of spoken word and music all in one CD. Fuzzy Doodah has taken me back in time when Jack Kerouac ruled the nation with his intellectual babble of observation and story telling. Rich Ferguson's dialect ability is astounding. The musical quality is superb. It's smooth and goes down easy. I cannot imagine a world without dogs, or a collection without this CD.

Fuzzy Doodah's "World Without Dogs" is a groundbreaking orchestration of Rich Ferguson's spoken word pieces and songs. In this smart and stylish concept album, Ferguson stretches the medium to its limits, painting verbal images so strongly that sound becomes visual. In a series of tales that together seem like the soundtrack for a musical film noir, lust blindness for the unattainable woman makes tough guys--whether incarnated as dangerous Southern hicks or New Jersey misfits--completely vulnerable. There's the lovesick delirium of the "I am spinning" break in Ferguson's breathtaking "Up From Your Down", the lump-in-the-throat confession, "He would have followed her anywhere," in his shoot'em up crime tale, "Abilene Rising." With a broad-brushed portrait of American malehood at the turn of the millenium, Ferguson has truly created the "world without dogs" of the CD's title track, a hauntingly tragic--yet captivating--place. Not to be missed.

Velvet voice, creative genius, incredible lyrics-- where has Fuzzy Doodah been hiding? I want to hear more from him.