It can be funny how things turn out. How one thing leads to another. We recently talked to Shanda Lee about getting permission for another artist to cover a song of hers. After we got that squared away, we asked her if she had anything on the back burner. She told us she hadn't sung for a while, she's ben writing a new song, but she's kind of stuck on the music. We suggested getting together with one of our associate performers/producers that might help. We decided that the leader of The Noir Players, Thomas Fauren would be the best bet for the type of song she was writing. It ended up being a good collaboration.
Shanda's new song is remarkable different than her first song, Gimme A Pocket Rocket. That song was an adults only pop song. This new one What's Wrong? shows a songwriter going through some growing pains not only in her music, but her life. She sings with a group of musicians that give her an accompaniment that has an underlying current of tension. We just got the file of the music, and we like it!
I was sitting all by myself, listening to the band When a man I didn't know tried to take my hand All he wanted to do was dance, I pulled my hand away And my mind started to drift, and my mind began to stray
Is this it? Is this really it? Work all the week then try to seek Someone special for me What else is there? What else? To set my heart free
Time was, this was enough, plenty for me and all Liked what I did for a living,walked straight, long and tall But now, why do I feel different? Thought my life already had begun Go to work, do my job, go home, go out Saturday and have fun
Am I missing something? What's missing? It's not that I'm sad, not mad or glad I guess I'm bored with it all Am I just in a rut? I'm sure feeling small
Some are telling me that I act too much aloof That I'll never find a love, what do I want to prove But it isn't that, I've had lovers. It's only a physical thing Sooner or later, they leave me, alone to sigh and sing
What's wrong? What am I doing wrong? What's coming next? Feels like I'm hexed It isn't just the sex Am I just naive Who's in my life next?
I've thought it over a lot, decided I don't really know Who I am, what I want, what I need, no wonder I feel so low So it's time to work on myself, and discover what makes me tick I have to know about myself, before love for me will stick
I'll find some answers, real answers Take it real slow, go with the flow Hopefully get command So when someone wants to dance I'll let them take my hand
A while back, we here at Big And Tall Records got a phone call. It turned out to be a woman that wanted to know if shew could get permission from one of our artists to cover one of their songs. Her name about floored us; Gummer Beaudine! We told her we would talk to the artist and get back with them. When we asked what the song was and artist, the woman said Gimme A Pocket Rocket by Shanda Lee. This record didn't do very well, and we haven't heard from Shanda since the record was released. We called Shanda, luckily it was her day off. She's a nurse and works hellacious hours. She was amazed about the request, and after we talked a while (she initially was going to refuse), she agreed.
We called Gummer(!) back and informed her. She said she was going to perform the song with a band at a 'gin mill' (as she put it). By her voice, she was judged her to be in her 30's, maybe early 40's. On the phone her voice was rather nice. So we sent a small crew to make a recording of her performing the song. She wasn't too hot on that idea, but when she found out it was part of the deal, she agreed. What we got in return was something we didn't expect!
She said she mostly played Country/Western, but sprinkled some blues and Honky Tonk. When our crew got back and played the file, we were amazed! Really rough and tumble music, and the woman with the nice speaking voice showed us what she could do with it singing. She's a short woman, the band towered over her. She strummed the guitar, our crew said sometimes she'd thump hell out of it. The band's good, lays down a steady beat that she weaves her vocals in and out of, sometimes breathlessly. The piano player beats on the keys as well, with clusters of notes. And if that's not enough, we were proved wrong on her age. Our crew are gentlemen, so no one asked her age, but she has to be in her sixties, and a rough sixties at that!
We were bowled over, and won over! We offered her a recording contract, and she was somewhat leery at first. She's never been recorded before, and the crew said she was really nervous when they recorded her. She's not a songwriter, does covers of other people's songs mostly. So I sent her a link to our site so she could listen to the songs we've got.
After a few days, Gummer called back and we could hear the excitement in her voice. She found a lot of songs she'd like to do, and readily agreed to the contract! She's making a list so we can get permission from the composer to cover it. So welcome a new recording artist for Big And Tall Records,Gummer Beaudine! Once we get to know her better, we're dying to know how she got the name Gummer!
When women get together, sometimes they say things ‘bout their old mans junk.
How big they are, which way they sway,
some, OH LORD!, big as an elephant’s trunk!
But I’m here to tell ya sisters, Hear what I say!
Gimme a pocket rocket any day!
Gimme a pocket rocket,
I’ll take a pocket rocket!
Don’t matter what ya’ll say,
Gimme a rocket any day!
I'll tell ya'll somethin'. I've had a few men.
Some nice and loving, some nasty and crude.
Some of those had a big one, but keep 'em away!
They're so nasty, so selfish and rude.
Gimme a pocket rocket,
I’ll take a pocket rocket!
Don’t matter what ya’ll say,
Gimme a rocket any day!
Now mind ya, not all big dicks that way!
But the one I had pulled down his pants,
waved it in front of me, and stood there showing it off!
Like a baseball bat, hard as a rock,
should have been on a leash with a choke chain!
Ain’t no way I was takin’ that cock!
Gimme a pocket rocket,
I’ll take a pocket rocket!
Don’t matter what ya’ll say,
Gimme a rocket any day!
Got a good man now, and he’s so sweet.
Treats me so good, and gets me off first!
I love him! I love complete!!
You hear what I say? HE GETS ME OFF FIRST!!!
After that I’ll take care of him, whatever he wants,
I’ll tell ya the truth, I love whatever I do,
To please him over and over again,
On top of that, his rocket won’t choke you!
Gimme a pocket rocket,
I’ll take a pocket rocket!
Don’t matter what ya’ll say,
Gimme a rocket any day!
I love him like no other, we’re close as close as can be.
Two peas in a pod, match up so well, I’m happy it’s true.
I’ve learned about fuckin’,a revelation for me,
I’d rather scoot up close to a short one,
han skin my ass gettin’ away from a big one! OH YEAH!
Towards the end of last year, Big And Tall Records published a strange song by an even stranger singer. A polka number called Polka Polka!The song itself wasn't so strange, although part of it was in Polish. Bu the singer was decidedly strange, an owner of a Polka Dance Hall, a Polish immigrant by the name of Ziegniew 'Zbig' Szafrański. This guy is really old, has a voice you can't believe. Rough isn't the word. We don't have an adjective that describes the grating, downright scary quality of it. Some of our on the road associates went to this guy's dance hall to record some polka music for us. They didn't get too far, as Zbig came out in the middle of the recording and ordered everyone off the stage but a few musicians. He then announced that he was going to record him singing one of his own songs instead of the band. Evidently the man is as intimidating size wise as his voice, so they did. This is the single most crazy song we've recorded. Well, at least up 'til now.
Another backstory: In January, Big Marv And The Hodads recorded a song called Swamp Ass Joe, that had a beginning section played by The Noir Players, then Big Marv and his band came in for the song. The 1st version of the song. Ends up that Big Marv and one of the producers for The Noir Players got together and did an experimental version of the song, with Big Marv doing the singing. It's an odd thing coming from Big Marv and the boys, as they're known for Cajun, Dixieland, and other styles of music. So when Marv brought it to us a while back, we played it through a few times and told him we'd think about it.
Wasn't unanimous by a long shot, but by a majority vote we've decided to release it. A short intro that sounds like it came from the bowels of hell that is run through so many filters there's can be no identification of what instruments played it. Big Marv's voice isn't the most tuneful either, and that is filtered with added distortion as well. One of the band plays an acoustic slide guitar heavily amplified, and pounding drums are added. The entire mish mash winds down with some howling, thumping, and yelps before it fades out. Big Marv's really proud of the result, must be for the sheer novelty of it!
Sonny Hotchkin's latest Break Up Blues has the possibility of becoming a blues standard. Has the subject of ending a romance, and how it' so difficult to get over it. Match the subject matter with some fine guitar playing and singing, it amounts to a classic of blues.
Sonny is still on the road playing blues clubs, mostly on the East Coast, so we don't see him much in the studio. He's doing more song writing, so maybe he'll be recording more often. We're glad to report that his efforts to remain alcohol free have been successful. He tells us that he only drinks water most of the time, but allows himself to drink Diet Pepsi when he's playing a gig!
We welcome to Big And Tall Records a new group - The Burgoo Boys! They are all Kentuckians, and for the most part play Bluegrass music, but they do branch out in other forms on occasion. Now you're probably wondering (unless you're from their part of the country) what burgoo is! We've got a feeling the boys probably got a song with all the details, but the short of it is that burgoo is a meat and vegetable stew that originated in the Louisville KY area. It usually has 3 kinds of meat in it, beans, and vegetables, and served with corn bread or corn muffins. There's many recipes, and a lot of times what's in it is what ya got! It's a dish that is always served at The Kentucky Derby at Churchill Downs, Louisville, Kentucky every year.
It's related to Irish stew, and perhaps came about from all the Irish and Welsh immigrants that ended up in Kentucky. It's supposed to be along cooked dish that starts out with meat cooked first, then vegetables like corn, okra, lima beans, potatoes, tomatoes, etc. They say that it really isn't burgoo unless you can stick a spoon straight up in it and it stays when you let go! Be that as it may, it's not just a dish in Kentucky. Many places in southern Illinois and other areas enjoy it, and there are many burgoo festivals in the area.
Burgoo is probably on the menu at the Road Kill Café, the boys' break out song with us. A song with a definite story, as the imaginary café originated with a group of men who lost their jobs with the shutdown of local businesses. Of course there's no way a restaurant could serve up roadkill, despite the song! But it's a fun song, and we get to hear some good pickin' from the boys!
All of us workin’ this café
Used to work in shops in town
But it turned into a rust belt
When all the shops shut down
One of us owned this land
Couple others knew how to grow
We dug up a patch by hand
And a big garden we sowed
The road kill café
We’re right off the high way
Pull in when it's time to eat
Sit yourself down and stay
This land was off a highway
Sorted sellin’ stuff we growed
Soon we was makin’ good money
Not a single person we owed
One of our cronies is a cook
We started out sellin’ food to go
We kept gittin’ more customers
It was time that we grow!
The road kill café,
Huntin’ the highway for kills
Check ‘em out scoop ‘em up
And then slap ‘em on the grills
We cook up road kill
Check to see if it’s good
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Specially like it in the winter
Cuz the cold air keeps it good
We had a lot of money
Built us a small café
Customers kept rollin’ in
Makin' mighty good pay!
Authorities tried to close us
Many times we do declare!
We showed ‘em all we done to be safe
Shuttin’ us down wasn’t fair!
We went afore a food commissioner
He looked over all the facts
Tol’ us we was a-ok
And patted us on the backs!
Tol’ us we were doin’ a service
Removin’ dead off the road
Said he’d visit us sometime
Have some pie ala mode
We do ever thing ourself
Grow food, cook up the kill
Make our own pies and ice cream
So good it’ll make ya squeal!
Menu’s always different
Accordin’ to what we got
Possum stew, raccoon tacos
An' squirrel chili in the pot!
Police call us when a deer’s been hit
We sell it right off,
Roast venison on the spit
Taters, green beans, corn bread and pie alamode,
And I know too cheap it seems
But ya git it all for
The Nude Polka Kings continue with their string of novelty polkas. This time they spotlight one of their members that happens to be a world-class accordionist, Wilhelm Mejer. Wilhelm immigrated to this country when a young adult, and is now a naturalized citizen. He sings a song about how he would skinny dip back in his native country, and his encounter with a young fraulein. He makes it obvious what happened, and still happens as the couple remains together. So his advice; go skinny dipping!
The Kings play the song strictly with tongue in cheek, in a minor key no less. Wilhelm hasn't lost his German accent, and his somewhat broken English adds to the ambience of the song. And he plays the accordion throughout like the master that he is! This band likes to do humorous songs, but make no mistake - these guys can play!
Delmar Gentry continues to assist people to make recordings that are not professional musicians. This is Doyle Harseth's second record with Big And Tall Records with Delmar being the producer. The two met when Delmar was looking to buy a ranch in the Flagstaff AZ area. Delmar bought Doyle's ranch and they became good friends. They did their first recording Told Ya That My Name Is Doyle more or less as a joke, as the two wrote the song while drinking beer one night. Del gave the recording for us to audition just for the heck of it, and we thought it was good enough to release.
That brings us to Doyle's second release, Growin' Old. We're not sure how old Doyle is, but he's plenty old to be able to sing about the ills of growing old. The two wrote this song like the last one, over a few beer late at night in Del's studio. Doyle's not a large man, but you couldn't prove that by his voice. Del says it can get deep as a foghorn! A big voice, not a necessarily good voice, but with a sense of timing and feeling for the words, Doyle just may be a star in the making!
