Ada Shymore - I'm Trouble Wearin' Red Lipstick!

 Ada Shymore, after trying various styles, has found her style in jazz. The first song she recorded for Big And Tall Records was No Way, Big Boy!, a song concerning a refusal to engage in sex with an over-endowed man. Her language was as raunchy as befits the subject, but we've never rejected a song because of language. We look for music and expressive qualities above language. Like it or not, modern  times has seen formerly taboo words and phrases being heard in the mainstream. Having said that, it's been interesting to see Ms Shymore's evolution that has gone through rock, pop, the profane, and jazz. 

Ms Shymore is still associated with the musicians that make up The Boogie Men, but by mutual agreement, she's dropped them from her recordings. She still works with them, but not exclusively as she works with other groups, some of them that are recording artists with us

Yeah, I may look like a real hot chick
But I'm trouble wearin' red lipstick!
 
You might think I'm a pushover
But you don't know how wrong you are
Might think I'm like a bed of clover
My resistance is ajar
That I'm all painted up because
I need all the help I can get
But  I ain't lookin' for no Santa Claus
Trust me, I can be a real threat
 
Be honest with me, you'll likely see
A woman that is faithful and true
But I can be trouble in the nth degree
If you treat me like an old dirty shoe
 
Yeah, I may look like a real hot chick
But I'm trouble wearin' red lipstick!
 
Now all that might seem I'm a drag
Man, that's furthest from the truth!
Ain't  talkin' to you no gag
But I sure ain't no kissin' booth!
You get skiddish bein' honest
Best haul your ass away from me
You can do that what you've promised
I'll do it too, I guarantee
 
Be honest of mind, you'll likely find
A woman that will treat you right
But if you think that I am blind
You ain't never seen such a sight!
 
I could be a really hot lady
But if you're anything shady
Be warned, I don't sulk and pout!
I'll chew you up and spit you out!

Chuck Wagon Calhoun - Booger Hole Shorty

Some more 'memories' of Chuck Wagon Calhoun, a man that has done everything and is timeless, a legend in his own mind! This time he's a world-class billiards player that gets whipped by a man they call Booger Hole Shorty, in the town of Booger Hole,Texas naturally. We 'googled' Booger Hole, Texas and we were not surprised to learn there is no such town in Texas by that name. But Shorty comes by the name honestly, as he's a man that barely can reach the table he's so short. But he proves to be a great shot, as he runs out the entire game without letting Chuck Wagon get off even one shot. 

We're all wondering what tall tale Chuck Wagon comes up with next time! He appears to have an interest in history, the history of the old west for sure!

Howdy!
Ma name's Chuck Wagon Calhoun.
Bet ya’ll didn’t know I used to be
A world class billiard player!
This here’s a song ‘bout the time
I played  ‘nother world class dude
In the town of… Booger Hole, Texas!
YEE HAW, YA’LL
 
Booger Hole Shorty were my foe
‘Bout as big as my little toe!
Barely reached the table, but they said he’s able
To run yer bank account low!
 
Through the grapevine heard that in a little town in Texas
Was a player could beat me whose style of play's reckless
Packed up my bag rode my horse towards my goal
Mosied down the road to find the town of Booger Hole!
 
Booger Hole Shorty were my foe,
Jest 'bout as big as my little toe!
Barely reached the table, but they said he’s able
To run yer bank account low!
 
Folks tol' me that Shorty would be there soon
So I played solo to git warmed up wanted to be in tune
Then two big galoots walked in, made the way clear
For an itty bitty dude that follered up the rear!
 
Booger Hole Shorty were really short!
Jest 'bout as big as a popcorn fart
Looked like a kid, 'cept for a bald lid
Smoked a cigar, gave me a start!
 
Shorty didn't say a word, got a wad of money out his pants
Throwed it on the table, crowd began to chant
"Booger Hole Shorty! Booger Hole Shorty! Ya'll can do it!
Jest give it to him hard and good, don't never quit!"
 
Lagged to see who got to shoot first
Shorty won showed whose shot was worse
All I did was drink whiskey and watch the little bastard
As he showed me the damned shots he'd mastered
 
Booger Hole Shorty were really hot!
Pranced and acted like a little snot!
Looked at me and giggled, his little ass he wiggled
And he kept sinkin' shot after shot!
 
Never got to make a single shot! He were that good!
 I can take an ass whuppin', as well as the next dude,
But when the little fucker come up and said in a high
Squeaky voice, "You cain't shoot pool fer shit!"
I bent down to bust him one when the two big galoots
 Rushed me!  I walloped them in the head with my pool
Cue and took off runnin'!  When I got to the door, I turned and hollered, 
"I hope when ya git home, Snow White beats yer ass and sends
Ya to bed without no supper, YOU SAWED OFF DAD BLAMED
 LITTLE ASS HOLE!" 

Brisa Caribeña - The Night Kiss

Sophia Johnson

 The Latin band Brisa Caribeña  (Breeze Of The Caribbean) has amicably parted ways with their last lead vocalist Anna Molina. The leaders of the group gave no details, but they did say that Sophia Johnson is back after an extended illness as lead soloist and instrumentalist.  The b and has made no mystery about how they feel about Ms Johnson. She's not only a fine vocalist with a deep contralto voice, but her expression and style fit the bands very well. She's got the added bonus of being proficient on keyboards as well. 

The group celebrated Sophia's return by writing a high-spirited song for her, The Night Kiss that showcases her talents as well as the entire bands. The band has increased their personnel into a band with full brass as well as having access to a string section. And of course, their percussion section is outstanding. The band recorded this song just before they left on a tour that will take them to various venues in the country, as they have restricted their performing in other countries due to the volatile current political situations. 

We hope the band has their usual good turnouts for their performances, and that they keep recording more great songs!

In the deepness of the dark we are still together
In the blackness there's a spark with the lightness of a feather
Can it truly be happening as we hold hands in the black
Feelings no longer baffling we can't retreat or go back
 
In anticipation of a great event
I confess that you're the only one
And as you tell me the same thing
The dark turns to brightness of the sun
 
As the realization comes over us while we talk
Our sweet conversation has no element of shock
Then our talking suddenly stops...as the night begins to glow
Inhibitions begin to drop, our lips come together, love grows
 
Our first kiss doesn't happen without light
Despite the murky blackness of the night
The dark transforms to brightness of the sun
My lips confess... you're the only one

Un Grupo de Mexicali - Bajo Este Cielo Azul (Beneath This Blue Sky)

 

A new song from our muchachos in Mexicali, Mexico. A love song Bajo Este Cielo Azul (Under The Blue Sky). The band continues to tour in Mexico and other Latin American countries, but maintains its moratorium on touring the United States.

Te vi llegar tan de repente
Llevabas luz en la mirada
Se hizo pequeño todo el mundo
Cuando rozaste mi palabra
 
No sé decirlo de otra forma
Lo siento limpio en la garganta
Como agua clara de montaña
Que nunca esconde lo que abraza
 
 Bajo este cielo azul
Te juro que mi amor es claro
Como ese sol de julio
Que cae y lo ilumina todo
 
Bajo este cielo azul
No hay sombra que nos tenga miedo
Porque al mirarte tú
Mi corazón se vuelve cielo
 
Your laughter bridges the distance,
And in your silence, I find rest.
There are no conditions, no demands—
Only your hand, no other test
 
If one day you tremble, I will shelter you
With the little that I am.
To love like this is  simple:
To give what I have , as I am
 
Beneath this blue sky,
I swear to you that my love is clear—
Like that July sun
That  illuminates everything far and near
 
Beneath this blue sky,
There is no shadow that we fear
For when I look at you,
My heart itself is true and clear
 
Y si la vida se complica (oh-oh)
Y si el camino pide más (oh-oh)
Mira hacia arriba y no lo olvides
Mi amor brilla en el mismo lugar
 
Bajo este cielo azul
Te juro que mi amor es claro
Como ese sol de julio
Que cae y lo ilumina todo
 
Bajo este cielo azul
No hay sombra que nos tenga miedo
Porque al mirarte tú
Mi corazón se vuelve cielo

The Burgoo Boys featuring Uncle June's Jug Band - The Hillbilly Tango

The Burgoo Boys featuring Uncle June's Jug Band has branched out into the Argentinean Tango with their song The Hillbilly Tango. How does a bluegrass country band come about to writing and playing a tango? Uncle June himself tells of the genesis of the idea:

The two groups went together and bought an old barn and converted it into a place we can all hang out, rehearse, and come up with ideas. We've got an excellent accordion player that also plays other jug band instruments, and we've been thinking of ideas for songs he can play the accordion on, as he's not played it on a recording yet. His training was on the accordion when he was a kid, and like a lot of accordion students, he made his way through polkas aplenty, as well as some tangoes. One day he was noodling around, and playing snatches of improvised tango tunes. Now The Burgoo Boys original band has a top-notch banjo player, and he began to 'jam' with the accordion, and we liked the sound of it! We put our heads together and come up with the idea for The Hillbilly Tango!

Uncle June takes on the solo vocalizing in the song, and he's become the main vocalist for the group, but they plan on spotlighting some of the other members who have fine voices as well.  Uncle June and John Henry Flort, the two leaders of the combined group, want everyone to have a say in things, and they say so far it's working out great. On the rare occasions when they can't reach agreement, they hold a vote. It's rare for a group that has this many members  The Burgoo Boys have 6 members, Uncle June's group varies from a core group of 5 members to as many as 15 with other players employed for added instruments. 

With the warming of the earth and the passing of the winter
Our hearts start to fill with mirth and our minds are filled with laughter
It has been a long time comin' this renewal time of year
And we'll git the banjo strummin’ and awaken our sleepy ears!
 
Singin' the bluegrass tango, dancin' the steps as we go
No time for blues for hummin' hold on tight let's go!
Hillbilly band plays the tango, ain't so strange, not at all
We like all kinds of music, and sang it in a southern drawl!
 
At first we git some strange looks when we play in a tango beat
But we think Argentinean sound is really funky and neat
So we'll play it when we got the urge whether folks understand or not
With the beat that's so familiar the boys will nail on the spot!
 
Singin' the bluegrass tango the steps begin to flow
In and out with the music hold on tight let's go!
Hillbilly band plays the tango, dang, they can do it so well!
We like all kinds of music the tango weaves its spell
 
Hillbilly meets the tango play it subtle, play it proud
Swing the beat like it should, don't play it too loud
Blend the different styles into a brand new genre
Sync with the sound, maybe reach nirvana
 
Singin' the bluegrass tango, tones played sweet and low
In and out with the music played with pick and bow
Hillbilly band plays the tango, try it with yer partner
No need to pigeonhole or be a musical martyr 

Buzzy Carlyle - Bad Juju!

 We've noticed here at Big And Tall Records that Buzzy Carlyle seems to be in fine voice, and his guitar playing is fine as well. Since his previous song, Drinkin' My Lunch, Dinner Too, Buzzy has been collaborating with other musicians that provide bass and drum accompaniment. Buzzy usually goes solo, but it appears that the backup musicians have helped him get back in his groove since his illness and recovery from alcohol, cigarettes, and other drugs. He still has to use a wheelchair for mobility when he has to walk a lot, and for a time he was having breathing problems. His cardiologist urged him to get back to singing, hoping it would help hios breathing issues. and it sounds like it has!

Buzzy sings about meeting a Juju woman, someone who practices the spiritual beliefs of many associated spiritual practices. We don't know much about the whole thing, but a short read on the 'net gave us a few things about it. These practices include casting spells, using charms and amulets, and other things. It's an old African spiritual system that is still practiced in its home country and other areas of the world including the U.S. Buzzy sent an email along with the song file with some insights:

This happened many years ago. I seen Juju men and women before, and the shit can get pretty strange! So when this woman started lecturing me, I was looking for her to hang some voodoo hoodoo doll around my neck to ward of the 'bad juju', the bad luck of being hooked on dope. But all she done was tell me to get off the dope, to straighten up and fly right! 

We're glad Buzzy is feeling well enough to  record and write his songs. And it was great to see an email from him! He didn't want anything to do with computers at first, but he's found a good outlet for his innate curiosity about things. Since he can't get around too well any more, he needed something to keep his mind occupied! 

Bad Juju! Oh, bad juju!
You think that it’s magic and good for you!
Now if you think it’s magic, hell that’s true
But it’s misery and death, black magic to you!
 
When I was on the road, ended up on the East coast
Had my guitar, my coke, and five dollars at the most
Don’t ‘member where, friends had dropped me there
Been snortin’ so much my nose were toast!
 
Managed to get a few gigs at the local blues place
Didn’t recognize not even a single face
But I made just enough, to keep me in stuff
Was there that I met her face to face
 
An old woman, sittin’ in the crowd right there
Wrinkled up face, red bandana ‘round her hair
She come up to me after I was done
Said, “Important that I talk to you son!”
 
She was short and shuffled her feet
Her clothes were clean, she kept real neat
“I’m an old woman, so I seen lots of days
So I’m tellin’ you boy, you better change your ways!
 
“You’re wasting your life, precious time!
Drinkin’ smokin, snortin’ the lines!
That stuff is evil, sure ain’t no good for you
You’re infectin’ yerself with bad juju!”
 
Bad Juju! Oh, bad juju!
You think that it’s magic and good for you!
Now if you think it’s magic, hell that’s true
But it’s misery and death, black magic to you!
 
Man, I didn't believe all that hoo doo shit!
What she gonna do now, gimme an amulet?
Don't need no damned old woman preachin' to me
I tol' her git out my face...leave me be!
 
"Listen boy, I'm a juju woman, Mama was too
Ain't no magic potion I'm gonna give to you
No charms or pouches, mojo bag neither
Gonna help you to change and be a believer
 
Bad Juju! Oh, bad juju!
You think that it’s magic and good for you!
Now if you think it’s magic, hell that’s true
But it’s misery and death, black magic to you!
 
So all she tol' me was quit snortin' dope
Couldn't live without it, the end of my rope
I took my guitar and headed for the bar
But she grabbed my arm, didn't get far
 
“Listen! I know what you're goin' through!
Had to give you a word to the wise when I seen you
Sing out your heart, play the blues so sad
You're wastin' your life, makes me so mad!”
 
Bad Juju! Oh, bad juju!
You think that it’s magic and good for you!
Now if you think it’s magic, hell that’s true
But it’s misery and death, black magic to you!

Gummer Beaudine - Pretty Hunk Of Honky Tonk!

Gummer Beaudine is one of our raunchier artists, and she's got a solid hard-core group of followers that frequent her gigs at local gin mills.  She's a pretty tough cookie, having lasted through some rough relationships, working in industry for a long time, and playing venues that used to have a curtain of chicken wire between the band and the audience to prevent flying objects from hitting them.  Big Marv, one of our resident producers and mentors, as well as a fine musician himself, took Gummer under his wing early on. Now Big Marv is no stranger to raunchy, but after her first few records he quit mentoring her and producing her songs. He said she didn't need him, she'd figured it all out and was tougher than he was!

That Gummer would write and perform a song about a man she has the hots for is pretty typical. She's aggressive, she can be nasty, and she's talented! We at Big And Tall Records appreciate her unique perspectives and talents!  

Favorite place for me to play is a gin mill next town over
Got a good clientele and none of ‘em are sober
Lots a drinkin’, dancin’, behavior goin’ too far
But the best thing ‘bout it is the hunk that's tendin’ bar!
 
He’s a handsome son of a gun, sends ma heart to shiver
Ever time I see him my lady parts begin to quiver
Give me the chance, I’d ride him like a bronc!
He’s jest a big old pretty hunk of honky tonk!
 
His name is Jerry and ever time I'm around him
Wanna grab him by his hips and guide it right in
I imagine goin' in his jeans and seein' what I'd find
DAMN, it makes me wanna do the bump and grind!
 
He says he's married already, but I don't give a shit
Don't wanna cause a divorce, jest fuck a little bit
He says he will be true, and that he jest won't
But I sure as hell won't tell no body if'n he don't!
 
He’s a handsome hunk of a man, sends ma heart to shiver
Ever time I see him my lady parts begin to quiver
Give me the chance, I’d ride him like a bronc!
He’s jest a big old pretty hunk of honky tonk!
 
I tol' my current boyfriend to please be aware
I see Jerry I just can’t help but stare
Wanna dance with him, do the spin and twirl
And later take him home and ride him cowgirl!
 
Jerry what a hunk! What a man!
Jerry what a stud! Get him if I can!
Jerry be my lover! Let's let off steam!
Jerry come on over! Oh, I can dream!
 
He’s a handsome hunk of a man, gives ma heart a rush
Ever time I see him my old body starts to flush
Give me the chance, I’d ride him like a bronc!
He’s jest a big old pretty hunk of honky tonk!