Track Listing Cripple Creek (traditional; arranged by Leo Kottke) Leo - acoustic 12-string guitar Eight Miles High (McGuinn, Crosby, and G. Clark) Leo - 12-string guitar and vocal Roy Estrada -bass Paul Lagos - drums June Bug (Kottke) Leo - bottleneck National steel guitar Larry Taylor - bass Paul "Fast Food" Lagos - drums The Ice Miner (Kottke) Leo - 6-string acoustic guitar Bumblebee (Kottke) Leo - 12-string acoustic guitar and vocal Kenneth Buttry - drums and percussion John Harris - piano Stealing (Kottke) Leo - 6-string acoustic guitar Monkey Lust (Kottke, Fowley) "Peachfuzz stared from the bathroom and said 'What's going on?'" Leo - bottleneck Nation steel guitar Larry Taylor - bass Paul Lagos - drums Juke Box Phantom - guest vocalist extraordinaire Poor Boy (Fahey, White) Leo - bottleneck National steel guitar Pat "Putter" Smith - bass Jeffrey Kaplan - piano Lullaby (Kottke) Leo - bottleneck National steel guitar and vocal Larry Taylor - bass Paul Lagos - drums Machine No. 2 (Kottke) Leo - 12-string bottleneck Larry Taylor - bass Paul Lagos - drums Hear the wind howl (Kottke) Leo - 12-string bottleneck Pat Smith - bass Jeffrey Kaplan - piano Paul Lagos -drums Bourée  (J.S. Bach - arranged by Leo Kottke) Leo - 6-string acoustic guitar Room 8 (Kottke) Leo - 12-string acoustic guitar Standing in my shoes (Kottke, Bruce) Leo - 12-string acoustic guitar and vocal Wayne Moss - bass Kenneth Buttrey - drums and cowbell John Harris - piano

Cover from Mudlark

Production Credits: Design and Photographs by John Van Hamersveld. Cover photo taken from the Mt. Wilson Observatory Parking Lot - southwest view above Los Angeles, January 10, 1971. Produced by Denny Bruce and John Fahey Takoma Productions P.O. Box 5403, Santa Monica, Calif. 90405 Recorded at the Sound Factory, Hollywood, Calif. Engineer:  Dave Hassinger Liner Notes: by Leo Kottke       Four years ago in Minnesota I froze my feet solid as a rock and spent some weeks in a St. Cloud hospital being squirted by a malformed ten year old with a syringe full of water ad having my "feet" started at by assorted appendectomies who wanted some excitement in their lives.  So as soon as I could meander I got my own syringe, doused the kid, and went down to the chapel (it was a Catholic hospital) with a tape recorder.  Sitting beside two nuns in the balcony, I dangled my microphone over the edge and waited for something to happen.  The nuns got worried so I was left alone with my fruity fee, my Magnavox, and an empty room.  For all that bother, and a chapel full or empty isn't very thrilling, I would up with a tape of a cleaning lady performing on her Hoover.  That's when I decided to record my own stuff.  So now after three solo records -- one of which on the expired Oblivion label sometimes turns white and crumbles around the edges -- here's this one with bass and drums on some of the cuts and no crumble.  For four of the tunes I brought my own geese along and on "Monkey Lust" you are fortunate enough to hear the prehistoric, prehensile throat of the Jukebox Phantom, who arrived just in time encased in a shipment from Wasco, Texas.  Since my guitars were stolen, thanks to Lew Jansen for the gift of his Martin and to Fred Gerlach for the loan of the biggest twelve-string I've ever seen.