by Bill DahlAn unheralded gem that fell through the cracks during its initial issue in 1985 and definitely deserved its higher Bullseye Blues profile six years later. Except for a stinging cover of Detroit Junior's Money Tree that leads off, Smitty wrote the entire disc, and it's typically singular stuff: a paranoid The Man Wants Me Dead, a promise to Live On and Sing the Blues, all solidly backed by a sympathetic combo.