Does 4/5/89 from the Crisler Arena in Ann Arbor, MI, contain a Cumberland Blues?
It does, yes.
Is it one of the six Cumberlands of Power?
In no way, shape, or form.
Why not?
The lack of power.
That makes sense.
And Bobby keeps coming in wrong.
That, too, makes sense.
Plus, they don’t make me believe in the mining. You listen to one of the C’s of P and you’re like, “These guys are gonna die of horrible lung diseases,” but this version doesn’t give me that vibe.
What would happen if you were to assemble all six Cumberlands of Power in one place?
In some sort of Infinity Mixtape?
Sure, why not?
The jams would be in perfect balance, as all things should be.
Name ’em. Name the Six Cumberlands of Power, oh Shaman.
Fuck No,
Speak not the Names of the C’s of P,
You may know them, but never speak them, it is written
Do not give what is awesome to the precarious; nor cast your C’s of P before Daddy badgers, lest they trample them under their Birkenstocks and dose you into oblivion.
Plus, if you give what is awesome to The Precarious, there’s a better than average chance it’ll end up stacked into a poorly balanced tower, teetering dangerously over Keith sometime in the late 1970s.