Ry Cooder - The Slide Area album
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Keyboards – Jim Dickinson (tracks: 1 to 3, 6, 8), William D. Smith (tracks: 1 to 3, 6, 8). Lead Vocals – Ry Cooder (tracks: 1 to 5, 7, 8). Mastered By – Bernie Grundman. Mixed By – Allen Sides. Producer – Ry Cooder. Producer – Leslie Morris.
Lead Vocals – Ry Cooder (tracks: A1 to B1, B3, B4). Mixed By, Engineer – Allen Sides (tracks: A3, B2, B4).
Album The Slide Area (1982).
By: Ry Cooder (1982, Rock). More albums from Ry Cooder: Chávez Ravine by Ry Cooder. Broadcast From The Plant. 1974, Record Plant, Sausalito, CA by Ry Cooder. I, Flathead (The Songs Of Kash Buk And The Klowns) by Ry Cooder. Last Man Standing – Original Motion Picture Soundtrack by Ry Cooder. Pull Up Some Dust And Sit Down by Ry Cooder. Talking Timbuktu by Ry Cooder. Election Special by Ry Cooder. View all albums . The Slide Area. By: Ry Cooder (1982, Rock). 1. UFO Has Landed In The Ghetto.
This album has an average beat per minute of 120 BPM (slowest/fastest tempos: 78/171 BPM). See its BPM profile at the bottom of the page. Tracklist The Slide Area. BPM Profile The Slide Area. Album starts at 120BPM, ends at 78BPM (-42), with tempos within the -BPM range. Try refreshing the page if dots are missing). Recent albums by Ry Cooder. The Prodigal Son. 2018.
Album · 1970 · 8 Songs. The Ry Cooder Anthology: The UFO Has Landed. Paris, Texas (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack).
UFO Has Landed in the Ghetto. Mama, Don't Treat Your Daughter Mean. MusicBrainz: The Slide Area.
Ryland Peter "Ry" Cooder (born March 15, 1947) is a guitarist, singer and composer. He is known for his slide guitar work, his interest in roots music from the United States, and, more recently, his collaborations with traditional musicians from many countries. Style:MLA Chicago APA. "The Slide Area Album.
The Slide Area albümüne ait şarkıları görebilir ve dinleyebilirsiniz. En çok dinlenen, en popüler şarkıcılar, albümler ve şarkılar muzikdinle. Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner). Lonesome outerspace invader blasting through the night Tuning in the soul music on the satellite All that low-down funky rhythm makes him jump and shout Just got to find that ghetto planet that everyone's talkin' about. Tuning in the local scene on the radio The . on the radar screen is telling him where to go The funky fever's getting louder, sounds just like a soul encounter Cruisin' for some bar-b-que right up Central Avenue And he's got a little dance he wants to do.