Thursday, February 27, 2025

Two Swedish Gentlemen - Hüsker Dü

 We're doing something that we've rarely done here at Big And Tall Records; issuing two different recordings of the same work at the same time. If you want to read about the recording of  the original version of this song, you can read it here, so we'll stick to the Two Swedish Gentlemen version in this post.

This is the second song the Two Swedish Gentlemen have recorded with us, the first being Lutefisk, issued just before Christmas in 2024. Ollie and Sven (can't get much more Swedish than that!) are still kind of a mystery as we don't know a lot about them. Not that they're secretive at all, they're just super busy. They play a lot of gigs through the years, and usually go back to Sweden and take a month or so off. They have told us they've got some more songs to record, so maybe we can get info about them then. 

If you really want to know what the lyrics say, you most likely will have to follow along. It's sung in an accent that is clear one moment, confusing the next. Hüsker Dü is the name of a popular memory game published first in the 1950's, and that is still available today. During the 1970's, the game's advertising contained subliminal messages that had the words 'buy me' running throughout the ad. Whether these kinds of things actually work to get people to buy is still open for debate, but it is illegal to insert them into ads. There were complaints to the FCC about them, and the game's manufacturer took them off the air. 

There was also a Rock Band by that name in the 1980's. 

When you don’t know where are the keys to your car, 
Aren't sure which coat belongs to you? 
And you don’t have a clue where you are, 
Then we say these words HÜSKER DÜ 
 
Hüsker Dü, where are you? 
You must try to remember who are you 
Hüsker Dü, if you don’t know 
Then we will tell you HÜSKER DÜ 
 
 Imagine you are sittin' at home 
And you want to call your brother 
Reach in your pocket for your phone
 But it isn't there or in any other 
 
Hüsker Dü, where is it Y
ou must try to remember where is it 
Hüsker Dü, if you don’t know 
Then we will tell you HÜSKER DÜ 
 
I saw an old man at the bus stop 
He asked me if I knew where we were
 I told him Hey don’t you know, Pop! 
If you don’t then I'll say HÜSKER DÜ 
 
Hüsker Dü , where are we? 
You must try to remember where we are 
Hüsker Dü, if you don’t know 
Then we will tell you HÜSKER DÜ 
 
He told me ‘Listen, shit face! 
I just ask a question to you 
I want to know if I'm in the right place 
So don’t give me sass with HÜSKER DÜ 
 
Hüsker Dü, I'll smack you
 If you get smart ass with me again 
Hüsker Dü, if you can't tell me 
THEN I WILL TELL YOU HÜSKER DÜ! 
 
The old man was gettin' kind of steamed, 
And I figured he didn't have a clue 
So I see how mad I can get him, 
So I tell him HÜSKER DÜ! 
 
He got very angry, call me names 
And there where none of them that were true 
So he held his fist close to my nose, 
I laugh and tell him again, 
as he smacked me on chin, 
there bleedin' I begin  HÜSKER DÜ! 
 
He say ‘Hüsker Dü. fuck you! 
I teach some manners to you Hüsker Dü 
You made me see red 
You bleed in your head 
This come to pass, 
 Shove Hüsker Dü up your ass 
 And that's all I got to say to you! 
Hüsker Dü


Sundström Chamber Orchestra - Hüsker Dü

 Two Swedish Gentlemen, a group that Big And Tall Records recorded a while back recently sent us an older recording of  the Sundström Chamber Orchestra, a rather obscure music group in Sweden. The recording is a song titled Hüsker Dü (Do You Remember?)  The Swedish Gentlemen told us there aren't any copyrights or any other rights attached with the recording, and that the orchestra is no longer in existence. And try as we might, we could find no reference to it and found no copyright issues as stated. The Swedish Gentlemen said there would be a recording of their version of this song coming our way soon, so we waited until it came.

Well, soon in Sweden means something different than here, as it took three months for their version to arrive. The group has made a good arrangement that was originally for orchestra. What we can tell from both recordings is that the lyrics are very similar in that they are both sung in heavily accented English. No lyric sheet was sent with the recordings so we had our resident lyric and language guru listen to the songs and write them out the best he could. While they may not be perfect, they will give you a very good idea what in the hell they're singing about! And it sure sounds like the same lyrics in both versions, so go figure! So this is the original. It's interesting to compare the two versions. The original is more dramatic, almost a mini-cantata. The second version is by a much smaller group, and can be read about here.

When you don’t know where are the keys to your car, 
Aren't sure which coat belongs to you? 
And you don’t have a clue where you are, 
Then we say these words HÜSKER DÜ 
 
Hüsker Dü, where are you? 
You must try to remember who are you 
Hüsker Dü, if you don’t know 
Then we will tell you HÜSKER DÜ 
 
 Imagine you are sittin' at home 
And you want to call your brother 
Reach in your pocket for your phone
 But it isn't there or in any other 
 
Hüsker Dü, where is it Y
ou must try to remember where is it 
Hüsker Dü, if you don’t know 
Then we will tell you HÜSKER DÜ 
 
I saw an old man at the bus stop 
He asked me if I knew where we were
 I told him Hey don’t you know, Pop! 
If you don’t then I'll say HÜSKER DÜ 
 
Hüsker Dü , where are we? 
You must try to remember where we are 
Hüsker Dü, if you don’t know 
Then we will tell you HÜSKER DÜ 
 
He told me ‘Listen, shit face! 
I just ask a question to you 
I want to know if I'm in the right place 
So don’t give me sass with HÜSKER DÜ 
 
Hüsker Dü, I'll smack you
 If you get smart ass with me again 
Hüsker Dü, if you can't tell me 
THEN I WILL TELL YOU HÜSKER DÜ! 
 
The old man was gettin' kind of steamed, 
And I figured he didn't have a clue 
So I see how mad I can get him, 
So I tell him HÜSKER DÜ! 
 
He got very angry, call me names 
And there where none of them that were true 
So he held his fist close to my nose, 
I laugh and tell him again, 
as he smacked me on chin, 
there bleedin' I begin HÜSKER DÜ! 
 
He say ‘Hüsker Dü. fuck you! 
I teach some manners to you
You made me see red 
You bleed in your head 
This come to pass, 
 Shove Hüsker Dü up your ass 
 And that's all I got to say to you! 
Hüsker Dü


Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Ada Shymore and The Boogie Men - The Information Highway

Ada Shymore and The Boogie Men have released a song addressing the internet, how great things were  expected of it in the development stages, and what it evolved into. They make a valid commentary of the excessive ads, internet viruses, all kinds of schemes to make money at your expense. And somewhat the same history has befallen the two previous communication technologies; radio and television.

The way it works is that producers of a product pay for advertising to get the word out to the consumer to get them to buy a product.  That fact made the advertisers or sponsors, in charge of what will be the content of what is broadcast. They're paying the bills, so they have the say-so. Not the best thing if you stop and think  that they can cancel any kind of content they don't like, for any reason. Works the same for any form of media. One of the few places where that didn't apply (Oat least in theory) was public television and radio. That has changed. Advertising and sponsor control of programming has made  its way into that as well,

With the internet, this system has been taken to extreme. Some advertisers bombard a person's email (what can be considered a non-public, personal thing) getting you to buy their product, and leaves the door wide open for scammers. So yeah, there's plenty to bitch about with the internet, but by now most of us think we can't get along without it, as cell phones has done to telephone communication. We now have the best (and worst) of both realms, as the cell phone and the internet have become combined in a pocket sized beast. 

Enough of all that! Ada and The Boys make their point in this song, even as far  to suggest turning the whole damn thing off and pick up a book!  We were wondering where they were going after their first recording. Maybe this will be a band with many more surprises to come! 

They said the world wide web 
Would be the information highway 
With so much data on it, 
On every subject and byway 
 
It kind of missed the mark 
After starting out okay 
The information highway now?….. 
No Goddam way! 
 
 A wasteland of advertising, 
All kinds of nasty porn 
Influencers advising 
From money to hearts forlorn 
 
A word to the wise is in order 
Ya can’t believe much of it!
 Rumors, idle gossip, lies 
Mostly a bunch of shit! 
 
Take it all with a grain of salt 
Don’t you click on it! 
Or else you’ll be overloaded 
With a slew of lyin’ shit!
 
 It’s hard to read on the web
 Without getting bombarded 
By ads on top of ads and ads 
Of all things real and sordid 
 
 Lurking everywhere 
A virus to infect you 
Spend time and money to cure it 
By the time you’re all through 
 
All kinds of people make money 
Uploading videos of crap!
 A lot of stuff pulled out their ass 
To treat you like a sap! 
 
Go ahead, give your email, 
You don’t know what you’ve done. 
Your inbox will be overloaded 
With everything under the sun 
 
You’ve won a prize at games you never played 
You’re account has been frozen, that you never had 
Send us your information, do it right now! 
To bum fuck Calimbobad 
 
We all spend money
 For this harassment 
Big internet providers
 Is it money well spent?…. 
 
Not to be overly negative, 
A lot of info abounds
 A lot of trash to wade through
 Before it can be found 
 
Don’t take but one source as gospel 
Don’t be in great haste 
With the internet that applies 
There’s so damn much waste! 
 
 By all means, enjoy the web 
But watch out for the Kardashians 
And other celebrities claim to fame
 By pulling stupid shenanigans 
 
 But just for old times sake 
Turn it off, pick up a book 
Relax, sit down, enjoy it
 And give it a good look!

Percy McCoy - It Might Be My Fate

 Percy McCoy's latest song, Might Be My Fate, shows a lot of growth in his song writing abilities. It's a tender ballad about a love he hopes will grow, but that it might be too late for that to happen. This is a marked departure from many of his songs that can quite frankly strain the limits (and sometimes break them all together) of good taste. The music is constantly good, very tight and rhythmic. We're speaking about his lyrics. Even a tender ballad by Percy sees the use of the 'F' word, but only twice. In fact, those two times are the only swearing in the whole song. Obviously Percy is wearing his heart on his sleeve, and the song has a decidedly melancholy feeling to it.  The artist has been going through some hard times the last few months, and we hope that this song is a signal that his situation is about to change for the better!

Been sittin' every night, just waitin' 
In my place all alone 
Tryin' to divert my attention 
From my silent cell phone 
 
Two days since I called her 
Kept tryin' time after time 
Left a ton of messages 
With every smooth line I could find 
 
 Each day it gets harder and harder 
To think of anything but her 
It might be my fate, that I'm just too late 
I'm thinkin' 'bout the times that were 
 
It was at midget bowling 
When I saw her the first time 
Used to always bet on her 
She'd win me money every time 
 
 It shore makes me wonder 
If it would work out fine 
Because I'm six foot four 
And she's only three foot nine 
 
 Each day it gets harder and harder 
To think of anything but her 
It might be my fate, that I'm too late 
I'm thinkin' 'bout the times that were 
 
Despite our different statures 
We really fit quite well 
But it's just as much our talks 
As our fuckin' that was swell 
 
 Got divorced from a short husband 
That treated her bad 
No more short fuckers 
Cuz he made her so sad 
 
 Each day it gets harder and harder 
To think of anything but her 
It might be my fate, that I'm too late 
I'm thinkin' 'bout the times that were 
 
Tried talking to my buddies 
About all of it 
They said I was stupid 
Wouldn't be a good fit 
 
 Gave the bartender my number 
In case she come back 
He'll remember to give it to her 
He's always given me slack 
 
Each day it gets harder and harder 
To think of anything but her 
It might be my fate, that I'm too late 
I'm thinkin' 'bout the times that were 
 
So there it is, laugh if ya want 
A guy's been married four times
And had a slew of girlfriends 
Seems like he's so blind 
 
To a positive love match 
He don't have a clue 
You're probably thinkin' bout me, 
Bein' alone is for you 
 
Each day it gets harder and harder 
To think of anything but her 
It might be my fate, that I'm too late 
I'm thinkin' 'bout the times that were
 
 

Sunday, February 23, 2025

Tugboat Jackson - Peace Of Mind

 We are proud to announce the 100th recording just released from Big And Tall Records! It's appropriate that this milestone is reached by the release of a song by Tugboat Jackson. He's one of our cornerstone artists that helps us bring forth more quality recordings from him and others.

Ya’ll want a little peace of mind? 
From all the troubles ailin’ you?
Where in the hell can you find 
Some solace that is true? 
 
It’s not in booze, that’s for sure. 
Seen a lot of lives ruined by tryin’ 
Adds to your problems, ain’t no cure 
You get on it, you’ll be denyin’ 
 
How ‘bout a little smoke? 
That’s only a diversion I think
 Relax, take a big toke 
But it won’t save ya from the brink 
 
You say a gummy’s better? 
C’mon, what in hell’s your point? 
It really ain’t no better 
Than just smokin’ a joint! 
 
How ‘bout sex? It sure is fine! 
Good for what ails you it’s true 
But only at the time 
 Then it’s back to feelin’ so blue. 
 
Listen, whatever it is that you name, 
Use it for a diversion is great 
But if it adds to all the same 
You’re gonna suffer the same fate. 
 
 Deal with your spirituality. 
Don’t have to be nothin’ to do with religion 
There’s a difference between it and reality 
Learn its righful position 
 
We are all born of it, you see 
Not human beings tryin’ to live
 As a being of spirituality, 
But spiritual beings tryin’ to live
 As a being of humanity
 
 

Saturday, February 22, 2025

Brisa Caribeña - Passion of The Tango

The repertoire of  Brisa Caribeña seems to entail practically the entirety of Latin American music. The Tango originated along the border of Argentina and Uruguay late in the 19th century, and was influenced by many forms of dance and music. There are traces of European music tradition, as well as Cuban, Spanish, and African influences. It was a dance of the impoverished people, played for entertainment in brothels and saloons. It became extremely popular and began to spread the world in the 1900's. There were many parts of society that condemned the dance as being too sexual and inappropriate for the public. The music itself was also considered strange because of the various influences heard in it, as most people in Europe and America had not heard African and Cuban music.

Sophia Johnson, vocalist
As Ragtime was at first condemned and then embraced, so too did the Tango. Both Tango and Ragtime carried mutual influences, and influenced each other as they became popular around the same time in history.

As with many forms, there became many different styles of the dance develop. These were seen in different areas of Argentina and in fact the world. The music also developed differing styles. The Tango, while no longer the rage, has a core following with dancers and musicians, and continues to scandalize the more conservative parts of society. 

Minerva Peña, the usual lead singer was unavailable for the recording date, so one of the band members, a percussionist named Sophia Johnson stepped in. She is one of the few members of the band that is not of Latino extraction, but she became interested in Latin American music and went on to study it in college. This is her first time recording as a vocalist for Big And Tall Records, and we welcome another artist to the fold!

  
 
A man and woman dance the tango 
They are dancing very close at the start 
The music slowly builds in tension 
The dancers drift far apart 
 
The woman twirls the hem of her dress 
It flows like a flag in the wind 
The man comes closer and closer, 
And pulls her nearer to him. 
 
The passion of the tango 
The woman 's back gracefully bends
 It represents the passion of life 
With a force that's hard to defend 
 
The couple are more than just dancers
 Their passion for each other is seen 
They put an energy into the dance 
That is far from serene 
 
It is a tension of love that's delayed 
An urge from so deep inside 
They express it on the dance floor 
No more than that will they confide 
 
This dance that's from Argentina, 
Is a dynamic of that culture 
Of love requited, or delayed 
That's given a high stature! 
 
Their bodies come together often
 Each time they hesitate longer 
When they look in each other’s eyes, 
It betrays a mutual hunger 
 
Make no mistake, they are in love 
It's obvious for all to see 
Their bodies grind on each other 
In mutual ecstasy 
 
The music forces onward 
They hold each other in their arms
The tension in the room is palpable 
Close to the point of alarm 
 
 Their bodies come together often
 Each time they hesitate longer 
When they look in each others eyes,
 It betrays a mutual hunger 
 
Make no mistake, they are in love 
It's obvious for all to see 
Their bodies grind on each other 
In mutual ecstasy 
 
The music forces onward 
They hold each other in their arms 
The tension in the room is palpable 
Close to the point of alarm 
 
Dancing the tango, the dance of love 
Touching a raw, basic want 
As the dance moves to the end, 
It’s the want the dancers flaunt!
 

Friday, February 21, 2025

Goggle Eyes Brown and The Oglers - Ragtime! (featuring Big Marv on the piano)

Been a stretch since Goggle Eyes Brown and his Oglers have been around!  What was a catch-all group for many years is now solidly consistent, so much so they were on tour for a few months. They were back in the area to rest up when Big Marv found out and went to see them.

Big Marv is a mover and shaker here at Big And Tall Records since we made him an associate as well as an artist. He's running over with ideas, but his band The Hodads are down in New Orleans for Mardi Gras, so he's without a band. He's been wanting to do some ragtime for us, and he's known Goggle Eyes and the band for years, although they've never played together before. Big Marv ran an idea for a ragtime song by them, and they jumped at the chance! Goggle Eyes usually does the piano playing, but he moved off  the bench and in front of the microphone as the lead singer so Big Marv could play with them. The result is RAGTIME! The song has a little bit of history of the genre as well as some good music! 

Most of us in  the office went to the studio to watch them record it, and Goggle Eyes and Marv recruited us to sing the responses to RAGTIME! in the song. Goggle Eyes doesn't sing very often. He says his voice is too weak for the stuff they like to play. But it fits the spirit of this song very well! Big Marv is a little ticked at us for giving him credit at the end of the title, but goggle Eyes and the gang (as well as all of us!) thought it was the right thing to do as it pretty much was his idea! He denies that he wrote the song, gives credit to the whole band by calling it a group effort, but we've got our suspicions! 

Ragtime has played a big part in both Big Marv and Goggle Eyes' band from early in their careers. Marv won a ragtime playing competition when he was but 13 years old growing up in New Orleans, and Goggle Eyes started out with a Ragtime band many years ago. We hope to hear more from Goggle Eyes and his band in Ragtime or any other kind of music they play. And big Marv? Well, looks like ya can't hold the guy back, he loves to play!

Long ago, when it was new 
Ragtime took the country by storm 
Not all folks liked it 
Some said it would do people harm 
 
It grew up in saloons, 
Of places black men could go 
 Denied entrance to other places 
They made their own places to go
 
 Ragtime, (Ragtime!) I say, Ragtime.(Ragtime!) 
Back when Scott Joplin was king. 
Ragtime, (Ragtime!) I say, Ragtime.(Ragtime!) 
Maple Leaf Rag was the thing 
 
It was somethin' new and different, 
Started by the black man,
 Whites didn't know how to do it 
They all became a fan of 
 
Ragtime, (Ragtime!) I say, Ragtime.(Ragtime!) 
Get your toe tappin' in time to Ragtime! 
 
They called them piano thumpers, 
In the brothels of Saint Louis
And in all night cafes 
In towns like Sedalia Missouri
 
Two thumpers would have a play off 
To see which one of them was master 
They'd take turns thumpin' 
And play louder and faster. 
 
Ragtime, (Ragtime!) yeah man, Ragtime (Ragtime!) 
They gave no challenger slack. 
Ragtime, (Ragtime!) yeah man, Ragtime (Ragtime!) 
Whether a masterful player or a hack 
 
After time it got to be mainstream, 
White man started playin' it too. 
The rhythms were infectious 
And became a hit through and through 
 
Ragtime, (Ragtime!) yeah man, Ragtime (Ragtime!) 
They gave no challenger slack. 
Ragtime, (Ragtime!) yeah man, Ragtime (Ragtime!) 
Whether a masterful player or a hack

 

 

Wednesday, February 19, 2025

Craic Agus Ceol - 25 Year Afore The Mast

 The Irish group Craic Agus Ceol (Fun and Music in Gaelic) brings for the their latest, another song in the form and spirit of a Sea Shanty. The group makes no bones about the fact that they write their shanties themselves, that they are not authentic tunes. it isn't all what they do, but on occasion they write one when the spirit strikes. One of the singers in the group is a descendant of sailors going back to the days of wind and sails, and has commented he heard a lot traditional ones at family get-togethers when he was young, and it left an impression.

I were 25 year afore the mast, 
A fancy way of saying I were a sailor. 
Spent time on all kinds a cargo ships 
And spent time on a stinkin', rotten, whaler 
 
 The sea was 'bout the only way fer me 
Couldn't do much else 'cause I'm so dumb 
It were hard work and I'm all cobbled up 
With aches in my joints, and a cock that's numb. 
 
 Ne'er went to school, started workin' young. 
I was a pain in the arse to my pappy. 
But he finally packed my off as a cabin boy 
To get rid of me made him happy. 
 
The sea was 'bout the only way to go 
Twern't a brainy lad, ya see 
Were a cabin boy 'til I growed up 
Had a hard time learnin' how to be at sea. 
 
 Hauled all kinds of cargo through the years. 
As much as the ship's hold would fit 
Lumber, grain, tin, and guano 
That's just a fancy way to say shit. 
 
 The sea were a hard master 
And 'cuz I were so dumb, 
It took my long time to learn the ropes
 Along the way, I lost a thumb! 
 
 I lived from one port to the other
 With my ship a tough master at sea 
Cap'ns were always a pain in the backside
 Took out their frustrations on me 
 
Most of 'em were old drunken bastards 
Hired by the owners of the ship. 
Mean and onry to the mates 
Were free with the mast-heading and whip 
 
One Cap'n was worst than the most a them were 
First mate talked to him in futility 
Some mates decided to take the ship 
Commit the grand crime of mutiny. 
 
They was found out, and the leader of the gang 
Got the ultimate penalty at sea. 
Hung him from a yardarm, the Cap'n did 
For the high crime of mutiny.
 
 Can still see him in my minds eye. 
He didn't die right off. 
He kicked, struggled as he choked to death 
Then the Cap'n let his body rot aloft. 
 
He were a friend a mine, the mutineer 
The one thing I dearly used to wish 
To meet the Cap'n on a back street in some port 
Take out my knife, and gut him like a fish! 
 
All that's a long, long time past
 I live with my daughter from a maid in port 
Never knew her when she were growin' up 
She's a forgivin', and lovable sort. 
 
So I spend my days sittin' on a bench 
All mangled up and a patch over my eye 
Look like a goddam pirate sittin' there. 
I’ll keep tellin' sea stories 'til I die
 
 

Delmar Gentry - Life Is Full Of Choices

 First we've heard from Delmar in a while, at least as a recording artist. He has been learning the ins andouts of recording and producing, and already has two songs he's done with other artists. He did send some comments along with his latest recording:

I've been really busy on the ranch as well as the studio working with my housekeeper/cook Marie and my head ranch hand Amos. I'm quite pleased with both recordings, and very proud of them both. Hopefully we'll get some more  songs from them soon. This new recording of mine is a little different. Just me singing and playing the piano, no back ups, and I've got my best no accent Midwestern voice on. This is the voice I used in important legal cases I had, at least in the Northern part of the state of Ohio. Southern part no so much, as a southern accent is more prevalent there. All depended what the case was and the strategy. Like it or not, a southern accent can be taken by those who are prejudiced against it as a sign of ignorance. So if I had the chance to make my case better in court by being a 'good ol' boy' I'd use  the accent, or a 'learned legal expert', I'd lose it. It's just too bad that accent prejudice still exists to that extent. As you folks know, my natural way of speech is southern inflected and that's what I've done in my previous songs. Thought it'd be interesting to drop it in this song. 

I recorded it all by myself in a few takes in my studio really late at night that ended up going into the morning. Been practicing getting my piano chops back, and it just came out as a bluesy little piece instead of country.  I'm really fortunate in my life that I've had all the opportunities I've had, to get scholarships for law school, to get my degree, work hard, and be able to retire with all this in my mid forties. But you have to be prepared to work your ass off when you get the opportunity, or you might as well not get it!

This is the first time we've heard Delmar's piano playing to this extent, and we're impressed. This is indeed a different kind of song for him since he's been recording for us, and it underlines not only his talent, but versatility as well.

Life is full of choices, 
Made some good, some bad 
Times that were happy 
Times that were sad 
 
Try to figure out, 
what your life's about. 
Keep looking with eyes 
That are open and wise 
 
 It takes a lot out of you 
To ask the questions 
To learn what bothers 
and causes vexations 
 
Keep a list of things impossible, 
For they may turn to be probable 
You can control but so little 
Don’t make your life so brittle 
That the inevitable force 
Throws you off course 
 
 If you can do what you love 
Consider yourself fortunate 
Many have to work 
At jobs that are unfortunate 
But do what you have to do 
To the best of your ability 
Be true to yourself 
And do it with civility 
 
Try to figure out, 
what your life's about. 
Keep looking with eyes 
That are open and wise 
 
The main point of it is 
That life is very good 
Remembering that 
Will help you do what you should 
 
 The bad, and the evil 
Will try to burrow in 
But adjust your attitude, 
And don't let them in 
 
Think and feel it out, 
 Sometimes, you have to fight
 To make sure the route 
You're taking...is right


The Noir Players - The Vampire

 We're back to Halloween time, as The Noir Players have a new recording, this time dealing with vampires. There's no doubt this is a full orchestra group as we get an extended introduction before the song itself begins. Their recordings amount to mini symphonic cantatas that always deal with morbid subjects. Honestly, sometimes they come off as rather corny, but this doesn't seem to bother the leaders of the group. 

So for those of you who enjoy their excursions, we present their latest: The Vampire

Some say they are but a myth
A figment of the imagination.
But where there is a myth,
There is an underlying consideration.

Within every myth, there is something concrete
That has been expanded out of proportion
To the basic truth that lies there,
A most unsettling emotion.

Are vampires of this earth?
Are they real, a tangible being?
Or are they merely a product,
Of a night of horrible dreaming?

Because of the modern world's depictions,
They don a mask of sexuality
Males suave and debonair,
Women beautiful and predatory

But in folklore, they are far from that.
Their ghastly form attacking all.
From full grown adults,
To children so very small.

Do they really travel in different forms?
Looking for their next victim?
Seeking another blood feast,
A meal that's fit for him.

Vampires exist in the sense
That they inhabit our unconsciousness
A representation of ancient fears
Of a death of violence and bloodlessness

With our corpses completely bled out
And dead for eternity
It is what so many are afraid of
A death for all eternity!

So belief in the myths of the past
Run underneath all our desires
Going back years and eons
To feed the myth.... of the vampires!

As it is with the blood sucking myths
Goes with the rest of man kind's story
With parts of it hard to comprehend
That is sick, tragic, and gory!

Imagine, an attack from a vampire,
Taken from the folklore of many
Asleep in bed, they attack to be fed
And leave your bloodless body.

But there is something carries over
From their vicious blood drinking
Your soul is commandeered,
Your self-determination is shrinking!

You have become a vampire, like them.
And after a while, you feel a hunger
And you too go off to feed,
And tear lives and souls...asunder!

The Alpine Bunch - Booze It Up!

 We welcome a new group to Big And Tall Records, The Alpine Bunch. They're a European group, most of the members from Germany. They're in this country to check out venues and any interest in their music. They play traditional music heard in Switzerland, Germany, and other areas where The Alps are located. They have recently begun to write some of their own material.

Their spokesman and lead singer Emil Zimmerman speaks 4 languages, with English being among them. He had this to say about their song Booze It Up! :

We come from a part of the world where alcohol and beer in particular has been a way of life for centuries. Some have said this came about so many years ago because the brewing and distilling techniques renders water of questionable safety into a safe beverage to drink. That may be true to a limited extent, but we cannot overlook the intoxicating effects these beverages had, and how enjoyable these effects have been to mankind over the centuries.

There has been a heightened regard for the damage alcohol can do to the human body. Not just in extreme quantities, but that the ingesting of alcohol at all is unsafe. For many years, there has been spread around that a glass or tow of beer or wine a day is not only safe, but good for you. This is being disputed by recent findings. 

Considering how so many cultures are alcohol consuming cultures, and so many industries make a profit from it, there may be many years before there's agreement about the dangers of alcohol consumption, if there ever is an agreement among all parties. We wrote the song Booze It Up! to help bring the public's attention to recent developments and many people's response to them. The backlash to the song has been swift and strong, and we have no doubt that it will be so in The United States as it has been in Europe. Indeed, members of our own group have differing opinions. So we perform this song, for whatever it may be worth.

We got the recording of this song form our associate before Mr. Zimmerman's comments, so we didn't know what to make of it. Is it making fun of  the allegations, or making an ironic point about their validity? We were close to refusing to publish it when our associate sent us Mr. Zimmerman's comments. 

The band is a large ensemble with strings, and the best elements of a German Oompah-pah band. They have a good reputation in Europe, and as also perform in English, we decided to give them a shot! (No pun intended!)

They say drinking alcohol is bad for you 
Who is they? (Doctors say!) 
That alcohol no good for you! 
What do they know any way! 
 
A little glass of vine is good for you! 
Helps you relax, and digest! 
If one is good, two is better! 
A snort once in a vile is best! 
 
They say alcohol pickles your liver 
Who is they? (The Gastro Doctors say!) 
Alcohol pickles your liver 
What do they know any way? 
 
A glass of beer is good for you 
Helps you unwind after a busy day! 
If one is good, two is even best! 
Couple beers pickle nothing any way! 
 
They say alcohol can cause cancer too. 
Who is they? (Oncologist say!) 
That booze cause cancer for you 
What do they know any way? 
 
A snort of schnapps is real good, ya! 
It gives you cleaner breath, taste like candy cane, 
If one snort is good, couple more better! Ya! 
Helps rest and restore your brain! 
 
They say alcohol will affect your heart. 
Who is they? (Cardiologists say!) 
That booze will make heart fart! 
What do they know any way? 
 
A few good shots of whiskey helps you sleep. 
And have the pleasant dreams. 
Go ahead and drink it as you want 
Really good for you it seems! 
 
 So booze it up! 
Drink to your hearts content! 
Even if all of That stuff is true, 
You have fun ruining your body!



Sunday, February 16, 2025

Tugboat Jackson - Hearts Of Black

The latest by Tugboat Jackson is a dark song. His voice sounds particularly raw in this recording, and as usual his guitar playing is exceptional.  The first line of the song 'Be a student of human nature' and the rest of the lyrics as well as most of the recordings he's done for Big And Tall Records, could be his personal mantra. He seems to know a lot about human nature, and says he learned about it in his hardware business of many years:

Yeah, when I ran the hardware store, it was a neighborhood store as well as servicing some of the local contractors. You learned real fast which customers you could trust, and which you couldn't. Gotta say, most people wanted to be up front with their dealings with me, and I was the same with them. But there's always some, a minority to be sure, that want to cut a fat hog in the ass and screw you over. It was bad enough if a lot of money was involved, but I could understand that more than the grumpy horses ass that wants to quibble over something that costs 69 cents. In the beginning, I'd give in to them if they pitched a big enough fit. Didn't want the hassle, wrote it off as the price of doing business. But after a while, I said hell no! They can pitch as big a bitch as they wanted to, but if it wasn't right, it wasn't right! Had to call the police on two people in all those years. One started tearing up the store, throwing stuff off the shelves and all that. The other was gonna go out to his truck and get a damned gun!  Both were arrested, the guy with the gun really got in hot water. But just two in 30 years is a pretty good record, I'd say. Anyhow, I wanna say that this song may come off as a little cynical about people, which isn't a bad thing to my mind. There are some folks that mean to do you harm, period. But there's a lot of good folks, more good than bad.  Ya just gotta be alert, and watch out for yourself.

Tugboat continues to evolve as an artist and musician, and we're very happy to have him under contract! He's taking a liking to some of our other artists, and may be expanding his sound in the future with saxophones and other instruments. 

 Be a student of human nature, 
Gotta be a student of human nature 
Learn to make a call 
Before you have a fall 
If ya wanna grow and mature. 
 
Find out if your friends are true 
Better find out if friends are true 
Some look like they’re fair 
But a real friend is rare 
You’ll end up really blue. 
 
Be wary, for some talk behind your back
 Really wary for those who talk behind your back 
Seem like a friend for life 
Might be stickin’ the knife 
And it’ll take you aback 
 
Be loving, be caring, 
Pay attention, not staring 
Into eyes that don’t look back 
They may be showin’ somethin’ they lack. 
 
Be so careful of a special one 
Really careful of that special one
 Let it be understood 
Some won’t do you no good 
They will take you on a rough run. 
 
 A man has a woman in his life, 
A woman has a man in her life
 If they don’t ever choose 
To love you win or lose 
They may be sharpenin’ the knife.
 
 If they belittle your good fortune, 
Or scoff at any of the notion 
That they don’t love you 
No matter what they do 
It ain’t love but an evil potion. 
 
Be with someone that supports you all the time 
Whether life is bad, or it is sublime 
If you look into eyes that don’t look back 
Be careful of the ones with hearts of black

Amos Carter - My Name Is Amos

Amos Carter
 Amos Carter along with Marie Flores is one of the persons Delmar Gentry inherited with the horse ranch he bought in Flagstaff, AZ. Amos has been playing the double bass for many years, and has played on some of Delmar's recordings. Delmar found out that he not only could play, but that he had a band a few years ago  that played in the area. They played Country/Western, Rockabilly, Boogie Woogie, and about any other style people wanted for about ten years. It was three years ago when the band broke up, not due to any drama, but to the changes in some of the band members lives. Plus, playing on the weekends (as they all had full time jobs) in venues up to 200 miles away was getting them pretty tired. 

Delmar kept urging Amos to make a recording, as he knew the group wrote a song they always opened their shows with, My Name Is Amos, but Amos wanted to help Marie with her recording first. Shortly after that was done, Amos rounded up what was available of the old group and they filled out the rest from musicians Delmar knew. The three original members are Amos on double bass, lead guitarist Henry Dodson, and pianist Bart Velmer. The song had been written about ten years ago, when Amos was working for the ranch's previous owner. The horse ranch was in the business of raising the animals for sale, and Amos decided  to keep the lyrics the same. The song is a hybrid of Boogie Woogie and country. Delmar produced and recorded this song at his Flagstaff studio as well.

Amos has some Hispanic heritage on his mother's side, and has been active in the Latino music scene off and on since his band quit performing. So now Delmar's trying to get Marie, Amos, and maybe himself, to do some songs.

 By day I'm a ranch hand 
By night I got a Boogie Woogie band. 
I play the double bass, 
I make a funny face,
I'll play all over the land 
 
Ya know my name is Amos 
Nobody round here can tame us!
 Play the Boogie here, 
The Boogie there, 
Play Boogie Woogie everywhere!
 
By day I clean up horse crap 
Afterwards I take a big nap 
By night I get cleaned up 
Get the band cranked up, 
Then we make the feet tap 
 
Ya know my name is Amos 
Nobody round here can tame us!
 Play the Boogie here, 
The Boogie there, 
Play Boogie Woogie everywhere!
 
 By day I get dirty and smelly 
Clean up the horses, brush their belly 
When evenin' comes 'round 
That's the time for some sound, 
got no time to just watch the telly! 
 
Ya know my name is Amos 
Nobody round here can tame us! 
Play the Boogie here, 
The Boogie there, 
Play Boogie Woogie everywhere! 
 
All the horses are doing well! 
Gettin' a couple ready to sell 
Don't need all we've got 
So we'll sell them at the lot 
They're good horses, do tell! 
 
Ya know my name is Amos 
Nobody round here can tame us!
 Play the Boogie here, 
The Boogie there, 
Play Boogie Woogie everywhere!
 

Saturday, February 15, 2025

Marie Flores - I Love My New Home

Marie Flores
 For those of you that follow Big And Tall Records, you may be wondering where Delmar Gentry hasbeen. He's been busy on his new ranch, dealing with his horses and meeting all kinds of new people and musicians. He's been working on some new songs that he says will be coming out soon, but in the mean time he's been convincing and working with his cook/housekeeper at the ranch, Marie Flores, to record a song. Delmar tells us about it:

Shortly after I sealed  the deal for the ranch, I overheard Marie as she worked in the kitchen. She was singing a Mexican song in Spanish of course, and as my knowledge of Spanish is sparse, I couldn't understand all the words. But the quality of her voice made quite an impression on me. She was singing softly as to not be heard, but it was a voice that had an interesting carrying power to it even at such a low volume. She was embarrassed  when she caught me listening to her, and immediately stopped singing, and refused to continue no matter how much I urged her on. So I made it a point to walk softly, and I found her singing many more times in the same sweet voice that betrayed a certain richness and power to it. 

It took much coaxing over the next two months to persuade her to let me work with her to created an original song for her to record. It was definitely a group effort, as she contributed some of the melody and lyrics. We worked with other musicians to flesh out the song. Even Amos Carter, my Chief Ranch Hand and double bass player contributed a steady bass line in a nice rhythm. It took us many takes in my studio before Marie was comfortable enough to give the quality of singing I knew she could, but after that, it came down to five takes, any of them could have been used. The result is I Love My New Home, a song about coming to America, and becoming a legal citizen. She insisted on my participation on the piano. I was a little taken aback by the lyrics about me, but she insisted on including them as well. She came to this country when she was 14 years old with her family of 3 brothers and a sister. She did finally admit to me that she had some voice training in the church when still in Mexico, and she said her family is all musically inclined.She is a very special woman, keeps the household at the ranch running smooth as silk. Does most of the cooking, and makes some of the most delicious food I've ever eaten! She's not only an expert with Mexican cuisine, but can cook good old American fare as well.

We suggested that Delmar be listed as the presenter in the title, Delmar Gentry Presents -  but he refused. This was her moment to shine, he said. Delmar produced, and recorded it in the new home studio he installed out at his ranch in Flagstaff, AZ. Marie insisted on keeping a few Spanish words and phrases in the lyrics, as well as her Mexican accent in some of the pronunciations of words.

I remember sky so blue, Mi Patria
Of the traditions, way it used to be. 
We come to this country many years time past 
To be prosperous, and free. 
 
There is always a danger present 
That will try to take it away 
Although I love the mother country, 
I don’t want to stray. 
 
 I came from México, work hard as I can, 
To be a good American and not abuse it 
Took a long time, but I now belong here 
I have the papers, to prove it! 
 
I love my Mexicano Patrimonio 
It will always be part of me 
But I love my new home, 
I don't want to roam, 
Is part of me as well, you see. 
 
 I live on rancho de caballos
 I do the cooking, take care of the place 
My bossman, is buen hombre,
 I have a nice easy pace. 
 
 My bossman pays me good,
 He always listens so well, 
Whenever I got problem with job,
 I always can tell. 
 
 I love my Mexicano Patrimonio 
It will always be part of me 
But I love my new home, 
I don't want to roam, 
Is part of me as well,you see.
 
 Sometime when you leave the homeland, 
It’s hard to then fit in. 
With the language, the customs, 
To become a citizen 
 
But to make a living in my homeland 
Become so difficult and hard 
My famalia came here many years ago 
To make a new, clean start.
 
 I love my Mexicano Patrimonio 
It will always be part of me 
But I love my new home, 
I don't want to roam, 
Is part of me as well, you see.
 
Mi Patria - My Homeland
Mexicano Patrimonio - Mexican Heritage
rancho de caballos - horse ranch  
buen hombre - good man
famalia - family 
 
 

Un Grupo de Mexicali - The Hombre They Call TACO!

 We here at Big And Tall Records got a call from one of the members of Un Grupo de Mexicali informing us that the tour of the U.S. they ha...