Monday, June 16, 2025

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 had planned in late summer has been canceled. They weren't shy about telling us why either. They do not feel comfortable crossing the border right now because of the current administration's policy towards non-citizens, no matter if they are here legally or not. We had a long talk, but he was adamant. No crossing the border until things lighten up or change. 

We can't say that we blame them. We're sure that the group has all of their paperwork,passports, visas, and Border Crossing Cards up to date as they have been touring in this country for the past 5 years.  But that is little comfort once the actions of the current administration are considered. The group has always given a full itinerary of their tours, along with exact dates to leave the country and have never had an issue. But they won't take the chance now.

That was news that really bummed us out. We like the group and their music, a really friendly bunch who all speak English of varying qualities but quite understandable. But that doesn't mean they aren't sending us recordings! This latest from them The Hombre They Call TACO! is a jab at things the way they are, and we're happy to let their displeasure be known!  

Do amigos in the States have a new leader? 
We hear of him the other day from all the news feeder 
Who is the brand new man we no have heard of before? 
Is a strange name, por favore we hear it more and more? 
 
The hombre they call TACO, is he from Mexico?
 Is that his real name or not, we really want to know! 
Also call him orange chicken, but we don't know what it means? 
Is he Mexicanos, and like to eat pinto beans 
 
 Heard of the hombre Elon, leader of the doge army 
And someone name of Pedro, boss of the real army 
But who is orange chicken, it is a mystery? 
Is it just a nickname, or is it a secretary? 
 
The hombre they call TACO, is he a real thing 
The United States gets stranger, then we ever seen 
Trump is such a strange man, that we surely know 
But who is this hombre TACO, we want to know! 
 
 Does TACO work in tariffs, it would be very nice 
He knows what of he doing, Trump take his advise 
To tell him that commerce is for all of us too 
Not just for lining pockets of him, family too 
 
The hombre they call TACO, AYE, is Trump himself! 
There will be no advising, good he give himself! 
We know orange chicken, we know what it means 
He is no Mexicanos, and fool of pinto beans 
 
The hombre they call TACO, AYE, is Trump himself! 
Trump Always Chicken Out! All by himself! 
So he is orange chicken too, AYE, AYE, AYE AYE! 
We all can kiss our culo, BYE, BYE, BYE!!
 

Amos Carter - Rubber Neckers

 The latest from Amos Carter and his crew, a simple little song about rubber neckers. You know, thepeople who insist on holding up traffic of one kind or another to gawk at an accident or something else. Admittedly they can be not only annoying, but a danger in themselves. But as Amos warns us all in the song, we all got rubber necker behavior in us. Be aware! Don't become one yourself! 

Yeah yer bound to see 'em out on the road
In a car, or a truck haulin' grain 
Whatever you see out on the street 
Could have one drivin', what a pain! 
 
 Somethin' out of the corner their eye 
Derails their attention on the road 
Could be a gopher, could be a wreck 
Hitch hiker or a busted commode 
 
The rubber neckers, traffic breakers! 
What the hell is so dang important? 
It's a risky behavior on the road 
Get some better safety deportment! 
 
 Other day a man riding' a bike 
Wearin' speedos, lights on his spokes 
In front of me, shakin' and weavin' 
I thought he was havin' a stroke! 
 
 He was rubber neckin' like crazy 
Thought was gonna untwist his fool head 
It's contagious, you'll do it too 
You'll turn into a danger instead! 
 
The rubber neckers, traffic breakers! 
What the hell is so dang important?
 It's a risky behavior on the road 
Get some better safety deportment! 
 
It's true, I know from experience 
Human beings nosey by nature 
There's a rubber necker inside you 
Were made that way by the creator 
 
But ya gotta learn to stifle it 
Rubber neckin' can be a habit 
Look at anything but what ya should 
Whether it's a shoe or a rabbit! 
 
 The rubber neckers, traffic breakers! 
What the hell is so dang important? 
It's a risky behavior on the road 
Get some better safety deportment! 
 
 It's true, I know from experience 
Human beings nosey by nature 
There's a rubber necker inside you 
Were made that way by the creator 
 
But ya gotta learn to stifle it 
Rubber neckin' can be a habit 
Look at anything but what ya should 
Whether it's a shoe or a rabbit! 
 
The rubber neckers, traffic breakers! 
What the hell is so dang important?
 It's a risky behavior on the road 
Get some better safety deportment! 
 
 Rubber neckers! Traffic breakers! 
Don't become one yerself!
 

Delmar Gentry - I'll Think It Over, Son

Ben the mule and Delmar's Dad
 We here at Big And Tall Records didn't know what to expect after we heard Delmar's previous song that expressed his tension and stress over his father's visit to his ranch. We gathered from the song that his father did not agree with him retiring to Arizona and buying a horse ranch, and that they hadn't been very close for quite a while. So we were pleasantly surprised with this new song that relates how his father embraced the change and enjoyed his stay so much that he stayed longer than he expected.  

At the end of the song it tells how Delmar has invited his Dad to come live with him on the ranch, so there's not an end to the story yet! Delmar has quite an extended family already, as he's got Marie his housekeeper and cook and her mother living there, along with Doyle and Blanche Harseth, former owner of the ranch, and Amos Carter, ranch hand and double bass player! Not to mention 5 horses, a mule, and two dogs! Evidently Delmar's father likes animals and took a shine to the latest critter addition, Ben the mule!

My Dad just left from his visit 
What a great time we all had 
Only thing he said, he wanted 
Quit calling him Pa call him Dad 
 
 I worried to a right frazzle 
Hadn't been close in a long while 
Couldn't believe he's turned mellow 
Met me at the door with a smile 
 
Introduced him to all the folks 
That keeps this whole ranch working well 
We sat and talked all that first night 
All had lots of stories to tell 
 
I worried to a right frazzle 
Hadn't been close in a long while 
Couldn't believe he's turned mellow 
Met me at the door with a smile 
 
 I was really all a dazzled 
With the way my Dad looked so good 
Quit the law but a few years past 
Still tall and lean, from where he stood 
 
Days went by, we talked, understood 
What made each one of us tick 
No insinuations at all 
Could've knocked me dumb, with a stick 
 
 Spent lots of time with the critters 
Knew he liked them from way back when 
But his favorite one of them 
Was the mule we just got, name of Ben 
 
I worried to a right frazzle 
Hadn't been close in a long while 
Couldn't believe he's turned mellow 
Met me at the door with a smile 
 
Dad got up early, like I knew 
Marie fixed him coffee and toast 
Then he'd head on out to the barn 
To see the mule he liked the most 
 
I worried to a right frazzle 
Hadn't been close in a long while 
Couldn't believe he's turned mellow 
Met me at the door with a smile 
 
Time flew by, and he had to leave 
He'd stayed longer than he guessed 
I made an open invitation 
To come to my adopted west 
 
 As I saw his plane slowly rise 
I confess I choked up a might 
Not one harsh word we spoke 
No misunderstandings, or fight 
 
Dad's my hero, before and now 
I was sure proud to be his son 
Made an offer, come live with us 
He scratched his chin, said 
"I'll think it over, son."
 

The Noir Players - Changes (Tugboat Jackson Cover)

The Noir Players latest is the second cover of our blues  artist Tugboat Jackson's song Changes. This
one transforms the blues song into a mini-opera for orchestra and a particularly rich and deep female vocal. It's interesting in that the music is changed considerably while the lyrics are verbatim from the original. The content as well as the lyrical possibilities are myriad, and we at Big And Tall Records are proud of Tugboat's talent and the talent of those who have chosen to make their version of his song. Tugboat himself remains humbled by the experience as he writes:

When I wrote the song, I noodled out words and chords together for a laid back blues tune, something different than my previous few songs that were a lot more intense. The Noir Players version really blows me away, as well as Sonny Hotchkins version does, although it's a hell of a lot different. Tell ya, don't know what it is about the lyrics that speak to other musicians so much that they're inspired to create their own versions. Sure wasn't intentional I can tell ya'll that!  I am honored and humbled at the same time!

 
The way the world is can be troublin’ 
Yeah, it shore as hell can be troublin’ 
Ya gotta take a side, but keep it in stride 
Or your own troubles you’ll be doublin’ 
 
 There is a great need for big change
 But remember we all are resistant 
Keep all your desires in range 
Try your be to be persistent 
 
 If you think that change is needed
 Really think that change is needed 
Whatever you do, change pertains to you 
Things to bring it about heeded! 
 
 Make every effort for compassion 
Sometimes it’s very hard to do
 Isn’t always the trending fashion 
With some no matter what you do 
 
Gotta do what you can to be stable
 Make the effort to keep yourself stable
 Passion is fine, but keep it in line 
Do it the best that you are able 
 
On occasion, say to hell with it all! 
Yeah, just say to hell with it all! 
Keep it understood, that life still is good 
Cherish things in your life that are small 
 
Every generation has its ills 
For sho, generations all have their ills 
You’ll wonder what for, we still fightin’ war
 After history shows all that it’s killed 
 
 Keep fightin’ on for things that are right
 But take a break from all of the trends 
Enjoy whatever gets you through the night
 And your family, neighbors , and friends
 

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Tugboat Jackson - Lollygaggin'

 Tugboat's back after a brief illness that required surgery, but he doesn't sound worse for wear with this new song Lollygaggin'. We pretty much know what the word means, but just for the hell of it we googled it and got this result:

"Lollygagging" is a colloquial term that means to dawdle, waste time, or fool around. It's essentially a playful or informal way of saying someone is not being serious or productive.

That sure seems to be what Tugboat's singing about. An  old guy, retired, doin' old retired guy stuff of no consequence. Good one, Tugger!

The years done caught right up to me 
Yeah, they done caught right up to me 
Places was flat, now rolls of fat 
That saps me of my energy 
 
My big ol' ass just got bigger 
My ass got bigger and bigger 
Hair was once wild, now sparse and mild 
Really cuttin' quite the figger 
 
But I do not care all that much 
That the bags under my eyes sag 
I've got an important duty 
To do nothin' but lollygag! 
 
 Used to do the nasty all night 
Now takes all night to get it right 
You know that is the way it goes 
Takes me hour to get out mah clothes!
 
 But what the hell is the difference? 
I ain't a rip roarin' young stag! 
Still got an important duty 
To do nothin' but lollygag! 
 
So ya'll got lots for me to do? 
Say, lots of stuff for me to do? 
I wasn't fired, I retired 
So it's gotta wait 'til I'm through 
 
I know ya'll might think it's a drag 
Yeah, you jest might think it's a drag 
Toein' the line, takes all my time 
To do nothin' but lollygag! 
 
Don't be thinkin' that it's easy 
Gettin' up with the risin' sun 
Without a thang at all to do
 By sundown got only half done 
 
So ya'll got lots for me to do?
 Say, lots of stuff for me to do?
 I wasn't fired, I retired 
So it's gotta wait 'til I'm through 
 
 Lollygaggin', a lost art form 
Lollygaggin', not for everyone 
Lollygaggin' take ya by storm
 Lollygaggin's tirin'... but lots of fun!

 

Boxcar Bertha - Light Fingered Moses

 The third recording from the storyteller Boxcar Bertha. After thirty years riding the rails, she's no doubt has a lot of stories to tell, and when she wants to tell them in song, we'll record them! She now lives in a small efficiency apartment, and is trying to get used to it. We talked to her recently:

I'm lucky to be able to get off the road. Ridin' the rails isn't for old folks, and it's gettin' harder and harder to do. I did work off an on, one time at a two year stretch. Got pretty good pay, socked most of it away for my old age. Got a nice apartment, but I'm feeling hemmed in .When you're used to  sleeping wherever you can lay your head, usually under the stars, having a comfortable bed should be a comfort. But there's most night I make a bedroll and go sleep outside. Put some of the other tenants in a dither when I started doing that. They thought I'd died out in the front yard! But they don't bother me any more. But I'm slowly gettin' used to a bed, spoiled, actually. Lots easier to get some rest for my old weary bones on a nice mattress than the hard ground!
The word has gotten out to many of her hobo friends, as there's a constant stream of them coming to her apartment, most looking for a handout. She told us she had to finally cut off giving them anything, as she went through too much money. But there are some true friends that just want to visit. 

Many years ago, there was a young man 
He had a talent he used to survive 
A Bo on the rails since he was full growed 
He had the fastest hands, ever alive 
 
Light fingered Moses was his hobo name 
His touch was so soft, his hands so nimble 
He lived by takin’ things out of folk’s pockets 
He wore a tattered hat, was his symbol 
 
 Moses was a veteran, of the rails 
He sure didn’t look it, with his young face 
He kept a small book of where he had been 
Many an obscure, and familiar place 
 
Light fingered Moses was his hobo name 
His touch was so soft, his hands so nimble 
He lived by takin’ things out of folk’s pockets 
He wore a tattered hat, was his symbol 
 
 He’s go in a store, or gas station 
Looked innocent casin’ out the store 
He’d swipe stuff out of pockets, off the shelves 
Cigarettes and candy, and so much more 
 
 Light fingered Moses was his hobo name 
His touch was so soft, his hands so nimble 
He lived by takin’ things out of folk’s pockets 
He wore a tattered hat, was his symbol
 
 Don’t know how he did it, but he sure could
 Beat the alarm systems in the big stores 
He’d look all around, and find some cool stuff 
He’d stuff his pockets, and go out the doors 
 
Light fingered Moses, no one ever caught 
Didn’t matter if from a pocket or shelf 
Always had something, in his coat to share 
Thought about others just not ‘bout himself 
 
He was a thief, but not from a Bo 
Had some thought about things, and he took a stand
 Hobos to him were like a family 
He took things solely, only from the man! 
 
 Light fingered Moses, always was great fun 
Could sing like a country western star 
And he could really dance, just like a pro 
Even could play, a little of guitar 
 
Then on one sunny day, Sheriff came lookin’ 
Moses hid and thought he was a goner 
Rest of us in camp, wondered what it was 
Sheriff said it was a lawyer’s letter 
 
Ended up that Moses didn’t know it 
But he had rich relative that died 
Named him in the unknown relatives will 
Sure wasn’t no reason to run and hide! 
 
Ended up ol’ Moses got some money 
And he told me and all the other men 
He’d see us soon, and pass some money out 
But never saw his ragged ass again! Haa Haa!!
 

Travis V. McGonigle - The Barber Of Paducah Act I, Scene 1

Travis V. McGonigle
At last, after months and months of work, the first section of the opera The Barber Of Paducah by Travis V. McGonigle is done (at least in a working copy) and recorded! The composer, a notoriously cranky man in his nineties, has been amazingly productive for his age. He has completely revised both lyrics and music from the original first written in the late 1940's. The music itself is traditionalesque, but definitely quirky like the composer himself. And the lyrics are even more so. But this first scene of Act I shows his determination to get a fully revised copy finished before he goes. His health remains fragile, as is expected for his age, but his resolve is not. Early on, the tenor Luigi Trasudante, the moving force behind the project, tried to ease some of the burden from the composer in various ways, but was promptly put in his place by McGonigle. Everyone working with him found out he is in charge, and any hint of taking away control or decisions from him have been met with scathing replies. This ha resulted in the original conductor removing himself from the project, along with some others. Now the team is devoted to carrying out his wishes, no matter how  eccentric they are. 

This first recording is of ACT I, Scene 1, and the complete libretto for this section may be found here. The following is a synopsis and commentary on the music and settings:

ACT I

Scene 1: At The Barbershop 
Luigi and his brother Antonio have opened a barbershop in Paducah, Kentucky and offer lots more services than just hair cuts and shaves. There is no overture to open the opera, but the orchestra plays a very small introduction to Luigi the barber's first aria that welcomes new patrons to the shop.  
Luigi's aria - Come On Into My Shop 
This area shows right away that this opera won't be the rarefied language or atmosphere of a classical opera. It is McGonigle's version of a patter song, although the tempo is not excessive, the words come forth fast and close together. All their services tells why they can only stay in a town for a certain amount of time. The law usually catches up to the sooner or later, and the husband's that figure out what's going on threaten real harm.
 
Soon their barbershop has a large growing clientele that enjoy all the amenities the brothers provide. A group of the march to the barbershop after work to relax. A short march in a traditional style.
March of the patrons 
When they arrive, they all engage in singing their praises of Luigi and the shop
Chorus - The barbershop, our safe haven 
 Illegally sold alcohol, illegal gambling, and illegal prostitution is praised by the patrons of the barbershop in this section for men's chorus. It also alludes to Luigi's aid in convincing the wives to let the men stay at the shop. When the wives call, many times Luigi will go to their house to explain, sometimes he's gone for over an hour. Either these guys are dumb or don't care what's going on. This is one area where this opera is like any opera; a certain amount of suspension of reality is needed.

Three months goes by since the opening of the barbershop, and the two brothers are making lots of money. This is portrayed by a waltz.
Luigi's Waltz  
 A waltz in mixed minor and major keys that leads to Luigi's second aria
Luigi Aria - How Much Better Is It Gonna Get? 
 Luigi counts the money earned for the day and is amazed at how much they're making, and at the expense of some very 'stupid hilly billies'. This give a further glimpse into the lecherous and deceitful heart that Luigi has.
 
While Luigi gloats over the money and calls his patrons stupid, his brother 
Antonio has been mopping up to finish the day before they close the shop. Antonio is a big, lumbering man unlike his brother who is of average stature. McGonigle portrays Antonio mopping the floor with what he calls
Antonio - Mop The Floor Interlude
Horns, trombones, and a tuba portray the rather clumsy Antonio. They lead into an aria by Antonio
Aria - That's all well and good
Antonio is more even tempered and practical, and warns Luigi about his philandering, a warning that has been given many times and to deaf ears.
 
End of Scene 1
 

Thursday, June 5, 2025

Percy McCoy - Love Of My Life

There's definitely been a change in Percy McCoy. He's recorded some pretty raunchy songs for us in the past, but slowly they've been changing, until we come to this latest one from his pen. With no vulgarity in the lyrics, it marks a first for Percy,and the reason for the change is the little person he met and has fallen in love with. We wondered what kind of a turn this would take, knowing his past, but this must be very special. Evidently they've worked through some of the problems of the heigth differences (she's a little peson) between them, as well as some of the other differences. 

Percy still works as a master machinist craftsman making tools and dies, and his lady is a trained para-legal that has just returned to work after moving to a different area after a contentious divorce. Percy has got a good-ol'-boy upbringing, but that doesn't mean he's not a smart guy. He's a voracious reader, and there's a lot of education and training that goes into being a tool and die maker. And his recordings show his talent in music and lyric writing. 

Been with a few girl friends, and four wives 
Never knew what true love really is 
'Til I met this girl, love of my life 
It was nothing but a fleeting bliss 
She listens, pays attention to me 
Tries to understand where I am at
 Patient, and loving, not judgmental 
Even when we have a small spat
 
 The love I feel from this little one
 Puts all of the others to shame 
Feel it every day, and I'm glad to say 
I'm sure in love with her all the same
 
 If love could be measured in stature 
She would be well over six foot tall 
Over me, and I am six foot four 
But it doesn't work that way at all 
She’s just so petite, and really sweet 
Attractive to me in every way 
Can be a challenge it is so true 
But those issues just dissolve away 
 
 The love I feel from this little one 
I cherish in my heart every day 
When I kiss her lips, my heart does the flips 
And puts all of my worries at bay 
 
She's changed me for the good, I know it 
Gave me self respect, and for her too 
Time was in the past, songs turned nasty 
With all of that I think I am through 
They'll be none of our personal actions 
Sure none of our sexuality 
Leave it to all imaginations
 All I'll say, she really attracts me! 
 
The love I feel from this little one
 Continues to amaze me so much
 As sure as I'm born, I'm no more forlorn
I crave all her love and her touch
 

The Widow Makers - We're The Widow Makers

One of our associates travels to Great Britain across the pond once a year on vacation, and one night he had a chance to see a local band in the town he was in. He went, he liked them, the band had a file of one of their songs so he sent it along to us.  This associate is a big fan of Hard Rock music, and we'll have to take his word for it, as we don't really know the exacty genre it is. But it's pretty loud and has a pounding beat. This is the first recording of this type of band for us here at Big And Tall Records, so we decided what the hell, let's give it a shot! The band's name is The Widow Makers, and our associate sent along pictures of them, but he assured us they're decent lads, just like to listen to and play 'kick ass music' (no doubt a technical term!) It's early yet, but there's been some definate interest in the recording. So we may be adding more artists to our catalog!

We're the band the widow makers 
We're for real we ain't no fakers 
Come join us or we'll just take yas 
We don't want no fuckin' wankers! 
 
Been 'round a few times, yeah! 
Never ones for playing games no! 
Kick yer teeth dawn ya bloody throat 
Smash all yer face watch the blood flow
 
 We're the band the widow makers 
We're for real we ain't no fakers 
Come join us or we'll just take yas 
We don't want no fuckin' wankers! 
 
 We bust our nuts makin' music 
We treat our women just like whores 
We come from bloody Great Britain 
Sure ain't no goddam fuckin' bores! 
 
We're the band the widow makers 
We're for real we ain't no fakers 
Come join us or we'll just take yas 
We don't want no fuckin' wankers!! 
 
We'll steal yer fuckin' women, yeah! 
Then shove them back when we're all through 
But they won't want you anymore 
After us, they'll throw rocks at you! 
 
We're the band the widow makers 
We're for real we ain't no fakers 
Come join us or we'll just take yas 
We don't want no fuckin' wankers!
 

The Burgoo Boys - Feed 'Em Beans!

The Burgoo Boys give some more home-spun profound (and profane) wisdom about dealing with the complexities of life accompanied by some really fine bluegrass pickin'.  We think we've got them slowed down enough for most people to follow them. They're such virtuosos on their instruments that playing fast (warp speed fast) is not only possible, but preferable for them. These guys can burn up guitar strings and banjo skins when they really let loose! 

When beset by troubles and worries 
What helps get you get back straight and through it 
Us Burgoo boys have a foolproof way 
And it helps more than jest a little bit 
We say 
 
 Fuck 'em one and all, and feed 'em beans! 
Kill 'em all off, but spare jest six 
Them half dozen be the pallbearers 
Then hit 'em in the head with some bricks 
 
 This life can be like a hemorrhoid 
A really right pain in the ass 
Be like a stubborn kidney stone 
Hurts like hell 'til it decides to pass 
So we say 
 
Fuck 'em one and all, and feed 'em beans! 
Slap 'em long side the head, do it quick! 
No worries 'bout hurtin' them at all 
If ya can, do it with a big stick! 
 
On the job, got a prick for a boss
 That ain't such a peculiar switch 
Don't matter who they are, what they say
 Ain't nothin' but a son of a bitch 
So say to yerself 
 
Fuck 'em one and all, and feed 'em beans! 
They irritate, and it ain't no fluke! 
Ya cain't really tell 'em off that's true 
Git it out yer system 'fore ya puke! 
 
 Ain't suggestin' ya'll get violent 
Jest givin' idears to vent yer spleens 
Meet so many holier than thous 
Mealy mouthers , and drama queens 
So ya'll can say 
 
 Fuck 'em one and all, and feed 'em beans! 
Shut 'em up, gimme a goddam break 
Too many people can fuck ya over 
Take care of yerself, fer heaven's sake! 
 
 Fuck 'em one and all, and feed 'em beans!
 Kill 'em all off, but spare jest six 
Them half dozen be the pallbearers 
Then hit 'em in the head with some bricks
 

Toothless Mabel - Get Up Off My Ass!

 We here at Big And Tall Records have an attachment to all of our recording artists. We came about with the help of Delmar Gentry and other investors to promote and record talent that would ordinarily not get much attention. Granted, we're a small company, and our artists don't make a fortune on royalties, but they do get an opportunity to get their names out there and get a chance. One of our favorites among favorites is Toothless Mabel, an RN that worked in a major hospital until a bad round of cancer sidelined her and led to a permanent disability. It has taken her much physical troubles dealing with the powerful chemotherapy she needed, and just as much mental and emotional troubles dealing with the loss of here teeth and her decreased usage of her legs. She has been writing and performing songs telling about her struggles, and with this new song she appears to have turned the corner!  We have recently signed her to a year-long recording contract that has given her a boost, as well as a job offer to be a nurse phone consultant for patients. Last time we talked to her she sounded much better, and she's staying busy writing songs, and she took the phone nursing job which keeps her busy 4 days a week.  

She's having an issue with an infection in her left hand, so she couldn't play her usual blues guitar, so we sent out the word and Goggle Eyes Brown brought along two of his Oglers on drums and bass while he played the piano. So this is a little bit different sound for her this time around. 

There came a point in time in my life 
When I had to wrestle back control 
The black demon of my depression 
Was starting to throttle my soul 
 
Every day was the same goddamn thing
 Doing nothing, just wallow in doubt
 But one day I said 'NO FUCKIN' MORE!" 
Was time to do the work and find out! 
 
 Don't know what there is I can do 
But I have to try and make this pass
 I need to get better, beat the blues 
Do something, get up off of my ass! 
 
 Got a date with a shrink, finally 
After some sessions, felt much better 
He helped me to jog my memory 
Reinforced that I'm not a quitter! 
 
 My sweets at home, with me all the way 
He's put up with so much of my crap! 
He's got a lot of understanding 
He helps so much to unspring the trap 
 
 Don't know what there is I can do 
But I have to try and make this pass
 I need to get better, beat the blues 
Do something, get up off of my ass! 
 
Then things started happening for me 
Got some phone calls offering some gains 
As a nurse consultant on the phone 
Talk to people who're sick and with pain 
 
Then got another call thankfully 
Record execs made me an offer 
A recording contract, oh my Lord! 
Man, it made me perk up, walk taller! 
 
 Now I know what there is I can do 
Doing what I need to make this pass 
Gettin' better, beatin' the blues 
Finally got up off of my ass! 
 
 Like a one armed wallpaper hanger
I'm just busy throughout all the day 
On the phone, practicing my guitar 
Care for my sweets in every way (You know it!) 
 
 Still go to physical therapy 
Getting better at walking around 
What a difference that people have had
 And what peace of mind I have found! 
 
Cannot do all I used to do 
But I've given my self a big pass 
Slowly choking the blues out my life 
In control when I sit on my ass!
 

Melvin Peckerwood And The Mama's Boys - Drive In Movies

The latest from  Melvin Peckerwood And The Mama's Boys gives a glimpse back in time when a date for a young couple was going out for a burger and a drive-in movie double feature. And like the song lyrics say, sometimes the best show wasn't on the screen! 

There are very few drive-in movie theaters left now, but at one time they were quite prevalent. The first drive-in movie theater  was in Comanche, Texas in 1921, which of course showed silent movies.  They slowly increased in number. In 1947 there was around 155 outdoor theaters in The United States, and by the time of the start of the baby boom era in 1951 there were over 4,000 of them nation wide. With the end of WW II, couples were having families, and the drive in movies offered the ma cheaper alternative than going to indoor theaters. The kids were brought along, no baby sitter was needed, and many of the theaters offered dollar a carload nights, where a car full of adults and kids could get in for a dollar.

Melvin's song deals with a young man thinking he can have his own 'private showing', but the girl thwarts his plans. 

Imagine it’s the 1960’s 
You’re in your car a girl by your side 
You just ate at the burger joint
 Goin’ down the road for a drive 
 
 A few miles outside of the town 
Takin’ your date to a Drive In Movie 
A triple horror feature oh yeah! 
You got something in mind that’s groovie 
 
 The Drive In Movies years ago 
Was the place that was really the scene
 Popcorn, pizza, soda pop as well
 Best show wasn’t always on the screen 
 
 Your date's not a fan of horror flicks 
She says, "They're always really scary!" 
You knew that, all part of the plan 
Get her real close when it gets hairy 
 
The first show does the trick really well
Each spooky scene she scoots closer 
Until she's right up against you tight 
The plan's going real good all over 
 
The Drive In Movies years ago 
Was the place that was really the scene 
Popcorn, pizza, soda pop as well 
Best show wasn’t always on the screen 
 
 Second show after intermission 
She's still close to you as close can be
 After a few more real scary scenes 
You grow bold, put your hand on her knee 
 
She quickly grabs it, moves it away 
 Says, "What kind of girl you think I am?" 
You reply, "Baby, loosen up! Get in back, 
I'll show ya who I am!" 
 
The Drive In Movies years ago 
Sometimes it works, sometimes it don't 
No matter how much you spent on 'em 
Sometimes they will, sometimes they won't! 
 
 And if you tried to push the issue 
Your nose just might need a tissue 
They could raise a ruckus, for sure 
And cause you to wear a supporter!
 
 She warns you to not do it again 
She says, "I came along to watch the shows" 
You start up the car, put it in gear 
No need to stay, not your kind of shows 
 
You step on the gas, she scoots right away 
It's a long quiet drive to her house 
Screech the tires when you pull up 
She says, "Thanks for nothin' you louse!" 
 
The Drive In Movies years ago 
Something of a right of passage 
For young couples with nowhere else 
And sometimes just a "OH NO YOU DON'T!" message!
 

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