Brisa Caribeña's latest is a song sung by their lead female vocalist Sophia Johnson about trying to mend a broken heart. She is backed up by the addition of strings to the usual band with the virtuoso guitar of Sanchez Vajerro, a visiting soloist from Spain where he's known as a flamenco artist. Ms. Johnson is in her usual excellent vocal form which impressed the guest soloist so much he increased his visit so he could record more with the band and her. We look forward to more songs from them all!
The night is mixed with passion That could be felt in the air It started to heal my mood As I breathed in the air Waves assaulted my senses As I slowly became aware The music was the culprit Played by the band sitting there
Music, please take me far away From where my mind is today Forgetting a love that is lost That makes my happiness stray
I order another drink But it's a waste of money I'm in such a sorrowful mood Doesn't help to make me sunny My friends tell me all kinds of jokes But I find none of them funny With so many people around I still feel so damn lonely
Music, please take me far away From where my mind is today Forgetting a love that is lost That makes my happiness stray
Nothing but music has power To help mend my broken heart It will take a long long time But at least it is a start!
Music, please take me far away From where my mind is today Forgetting a love that is lost That makes my happiness stray
Some of us here at Big And Tall Records are old enough to have come from larger families.This latest by Melvin and The Boys rings pretty true. Mama would tell us if we complained about the food, "This isn't a restaurant," and Dad would sure back her up. We took an informal poll of people in the office, and the vast majority of them agreed with the title of the song. The problem is, that even in the best of economic times, it takes lots of money and work to feed a large family. Back in the time we are assuming Melvin is singing about (late 1950's, 1960's, early 1970's) liver was a fairly cheap source of protein. Problem is, for many of us it has a chalky texture, and a really off-putting, minerally taste. When you stop and think about what the liver's function in the body is, mainly one of the largest filters of toxins and other harmful substances from the body, it doesn't sound like something that would be good to eat!
That's not to say it isn't good for you, at least in moderation (like many organ meats it is high in cholesterol). It is rich in B vitamins, copper, iron, all kinds of stuff the body needs and can use. And we did check out the lyric that talked about eating raw liver as a treatment for anemia years ago. It certainly was! Uncooked, raw liver! How nasty!
Back when I was a kid Came from a big family Sit ‘round the dinner table Brothers, sister and me
My Dad didn’t abide being fussy Always had to eat what Mom cooked She’d say, “This isn’t a restaurant!” If you gave the food a dirty look
Liver! (Nasty liver!) Like eating a greasy piece of chalk Liver! (Nasty liver!) Like a piece of over cooked tree bark!
Dad liked it browned in a skillet Then put it in a baking pan In the oven with onions and bacon To smell it I could hardly stand!
Dad was always ready with a lecture How it was good for blood systemic How his Mother so many years ago Had to eat it raw because she was anemic
Liver! (Nasty liver!) Cover the crap up with ketchup Liver! (Nasty liver!) It still made me want to throw up!
I covered it up with ketchup On my fork some cooked onions I’d stick Cut me off a piece of the crap Stick it in my mouth really quick!
Wasn’t too bad ‘til the onions and ketchup Dissolved into the taste of the liver The more I tried to chew it up It kept getting bigger and bigger!
Every time we had the stuff It was the same thing for me But I vowed right there and then When I grew up, then I’d be free
From eating liver! (Nasty liver!) Never, never gonna eat it again Makes my taste buds choke and quiver Never, never gonna eat it again
If the only thing to eat On earth was that crap I’d gladly starve to death It’ll be no mishap!
Dry as chalk, smells like death Never abide it on my plate Only thing I’d use it for Would be catfish bait!
Liver! (Nasty liver!) Like eating a greasy piece of chalk Liver! (Nasty liver!) Like a piece of over cooked tree bark!
At Big And Tall Records, we have what can be termed an eclectic taste in music. That word sounds so pretentious, and can be mistaken to mean no taste at all! Perhaps a better way to describe it is that we appreciate many different genres of music. We have associates that prefer blues, some country, others classical, actually practically all genres are represented by someone or other liking it. We take their recommendations seriously, and along with the recordings they send we use them to determine who might make a good fit for the company.
Looking at our catalog, the main criterion may be said to be artistry. Yeah, a pretty fuzzy and personal idea, so that's why whenever we get a recommendation and a recording of a potential artist for our label, we gather at our great round table, usually at least a dozen associates and executives to determine if we should take the artist on. Sometimes the discussions can get rather loud, as pros and cons make their opinions known. Such was the case for Leroy 'Hambone' Riley. But the pros won out, despite the argument that we've got enough artists that aren't in the mainstream, which Hambone surely isn't in the mainstream!
The associate that heard him perform live said that he came out on stage kind of timidly, but as soon as the music started he became transformed. His eyes bugged out as his mouth let out a coarse voice that sung off the wall lyrics about God knows what. That seems to be right up our alley!
Hambone isn't well known outside of the cheap dive bars he plays in, but others in the music community know of him. In fact, Forgotten Bob knows him quite well, and wrote this song for him, 'Get Yer Finger Out My Butt!' We talked to Forgotten Bob over the phone when we heard Hambone to see what he thought of him. Gotta be different for Forgotten Bob to like you, let alone write a song for you! He did tell us how he got the name 'Hambone'. Seems he used to be a cook in the Army a long time ago, and he was assigned to the ham hocks and beans detail, as everyone raved about how he made it. He liked to put a raw ham bone in the pot to add flavor, so he started trimming off most of the meat left on a ham bone in the cooler. His NCO came in, chastised him for wasting food as there was already ham hocks in the pot. Hambone tried to explain to him that all he wanted was the bone, but the Sergent insisted he put it back in the cooler. Leroy was known to have a temper, and in a fit of pique he hit the Sergent over the head with it from behind! Now this was a raw ham bone, and a raw ham bone is really strong, almost impossible to break, and the Sergent went down in a heap in the cooler. There was an investigation and when the Sergent testified, he said he didn't know what happened. His memory was blank. Hambone got off easy, and the Sergent later told him that he lied to the investigators. He knew he got hit with a raw ham bone, but Hambone was his best cook and he didn't want to lose him. Hambone and the Sarge came to be friends, and that's why they call him Hambone! So remember, if you want to smack somebody with a ham bone, make sure it's a raw one...
Me and my ol' lady been together many years Our love for each other has continued to grow We get along well, never squabble or fight But part of our relationship isn't good though...
Our sex life sure is a big bore We decided to try some things That could give our sex some wings But I didn't know what was in store...
Woman, get yer finger out my butt! What in hell is wrong with you You're into it, ain't a good fit What in hell am I gonna do?
Woman, get yer finger out my butt! When I did the same to you You had a fit, told me to quit You keep it up with me, it's true! We tried all kinds of different stuff, toys and such Fancy frilly underwear, dildos Viagra too Role playing, slippery stuff, books and videos as well We found some techniques we both like, but all you wanna do...
Jab yer finger in my ass What in hell's it do for you? You've got a hidden kink Who knew what you'd get into?
Woman, get yer finger out my butt! I don't think you're very well! Finger's in it, covered with shit My bung hole is starting to swell!
Woman, get yer finger out my butt! What is your obsession? You take delight, don't treat me right Every single sexual session!
Forgotten Bob continues his onslaught of the Trump Administration and the department leaders he appointed. Kash Patel ,the director of the F.B.I. is the current subject. The song is a classic rocker with a sax player that wails some solos. We called Bob's manager, a guy that goes by the name of Bodacious Marlin that everybody calls BM for short, to see if he could find out the name of the sax player to give him credit on the record. He got in contact with Bob and Bob told him that the guy goes by the name of Slobberin' Blowhard, and that he would rather not be named on the recording, as Slobber doesn't want any publicity because of his past... The more we get involved with Forgotten Bob, the more we think we're getting our collective leg pulled! But what the hell, the music is interesting. Once again, the picture he sent along with the music is a different one, still an artwork by somebody. He always looks different, must be part of his mystique...
What in the hell, Kash Patel Ever thought much about it? Only reason you got the job Put yer lips on his ass and kissed it!
A pledge of total loyalty Of that you all are behooved Even tried to start some shit Even before you were approved
Vowed to bring to justice all The enemies of Dear Donald Man, that's a hell of a list, It include Ronald McDonald?
What in the hell, Kash Patel Ever thought much about it? Only reason you got the job Used yer hand to try and stroke it!
Teamed up with Stephen Miller Over immigration Be careful who ya hitch up with You'll be in a situation
This bunch in charge of the place Are prone to ICE aggression Any shade darker than whitey May be subject to deportation
What in the hell, Kash Patel You say yer a citizen? Better blow Trump's bugle harder Arrest has happened to dozens of 'em!
Yer the head of the FBI Workin' with the Blondie lady Need to change the name to FBC To FEDERAL BATSHIT CRAZY!
You better pray Trump don't drop dead You'll be fucked for a change yerself Won't nobody trust your ass now When the next asshole comes off the shelf
Gummer Beaudine's latest is a fooler. She starts out singing a heartfelt ballad in a voice that is surprisingly sweet. Just as we were getting into a style of singing we didn't know she had, she hollers out some word accompanied by the drums, and launches into the actual song in her recognizable style. But there seems to be a difference in style. She's still raucous, but even that's tempered somewhat and doesn't go on for an entire song. Part of it is she's accustomed herself better to recording in a studio instead of being recorded in a bar performing live. And there's a distinct variety in hr delivery from when we first heard her. We're not complaining either way! Her artistry is evolving, and she's now got more of an incentive to tone down and shape her songs more than she used to. People that still go to bars and here her assure us she's still the same ol' Gummer, so she has learned to turn the bar style on and off, which is a good thing. Nobody can evolve their talent by sticking to a very narrow lane of creativity! When we talk to her now she appears to be a little more poised, a little more confident. It's nice to know that the diamond in the rough is getting some polish, but only one side of it! The other side remains loud and rough, just like her bar fans like it!
When ya lived as long as I have Lots a water over the dam Took me many a long year To figger out who I am
But in these later years See others just be themself I try to give them respect And want the same for myself
Been abused ever which way Never did complain or say Always took it, no ifs ands or buts Always took it, no ifs ands or buts
BUT NO MORE! MAN'LL GIT A KICK IN THE NUTS! WOMAN’LL GIT A SLAP ‘CROSS THE FACE!
Ain't gonna be a chump no more Ain't gonna take it on the chin If you cain't treat me with respect Then we ain't even gonna begin
Wasted enough of my life Kissin' somebody's ass They say to forgive and forget But I ain't a gonna let it pass!
Go head call me a mean ass bitch I no longer give a shit! Done with all this passive stuff Ain't got nothin' left of it.
Wasted enough of my life Kissin' somebody's ass They say to forgive and forget But I ain't a gonna let it pass!
Say that revenge is mighty sweet But I ain't lookin' for that Wanna be respected is all If ya cain't, I'll leave ya flat!
Wasted enough of my life Kissin' somebody's ass They say to forgive and forget But I ain't a gonna let it pass!
Say that revenge is oh so sweet Ain't lookin' for none of that Wanna be respected is all If ya cain't, I'll shore leave ya flat!
Wasted enough of my life Kissin' somebody's ass They say to forgive and forget But I ain't a gonna let it pass!
With the ending of summer getting close, the weather is beginning to get a little cooler. Time to get out the fall jackets and flannel shirts - especially if you're a member of the Nude Polka Club! We remember the first time our associate here at Big And Tall Records told us of The Nude Polka Kings, we thought we were getting our collective leg pulled. But after he sent some pictures and a video, it was obvious it's true. Since their first recording last year, we've had many polka songs sent by the group, all of the songs written and performed by the members. They're a mixed bag of musicians, majority of them middle to older aged, but there's a few younger ones supplementing their size when needed. As can be imagined, not just any musician will perform in the nude, and they're serious about the quality of music they make. The group's been a lot of fun, they even had an old Polish polka master in the group for a while, Zbig Szafranski, who was in his 80's (at least). He has since left the group (much to their relief, as he was quite the character) and went back to Poland, and they've heard nothing from him since.
So if you're a nude polka lover, time to get those clothes back on (unless you dance in a well-heated polka hall) and keep on dancing! Yo-dee-o-la-dee-hoo!
We like to take off all our clothes In the summertime When weather's warm and pleasant And the sun will shine But it's starting to turn chilly As it always does Getting close to having to Put on all our clothes!
Don your duds you lovely folks Hide those bodies as you might As long as you remain outside Goose pimples not a good sight!
As much as we like to see Bods in nudity We aren't that fond of seeing blue skin It's a crudity If you want to remain nude Then please go indoors Make sure there's plenty of warmth So joy's not hindered!
Don your duds you lovely folks Hide those bodies as you might As long as you remain outside Goose pimples not a good sight!
We like to take off all our clothes In the summertime When weathers warm and pleasant And the sun will shine But it's starting to turn chilly As it always does Getting close to having to Put on all our clothes!
Don your duds you lovely folks Hide those bodies as you might As long as you remain outside Goose pimples not a good sight!
Percy McCoy is one of our artists we are especially proud of here at Big And Tall Records. He has shown steady growth as a musician and songwriter from his first profane songs to the love ballads he's recorded lately. He's even recorded a political song, which was a real shock to us all. He gave us no indication he followed politics at all up until then. The woman in his life has had a positive influence on him for sure. There is a calmnessto his lyrics and music now that wasn't there before.Percy is in his forties, already been married 4 times, all of them ending in bitter divorce. Just what has changed with this woman we're not sure, but it's there. He's said that she's a paralegal, and started working for a law firm near him. He's also said she's well read, and turned him towards some better reads than he used to do. At the same time, he's introduced her into the world of country music, something she knew nothing about before. Part of their lives together includes going out to dance, sometimes to country music, sometimes to rock and roll! We're glad his life has settled down from before, and look forward to his next recordings!
Singin' 'bout my lady so fine We're a match made in heaven So glad she says that she's mine Dice come up seven eleven
Small and petite, she's really sweet How did I get so dang blessed? We're really tight, feels just so right I think we really passed the test
We like to go out dancin' We get a lot of wide eyed stares But it's part of our romancin' Let 'em gawk, we sure don't care!
The one for me, don't you all see The one who knows me inside out I give her guff, she says enough! Without as much as a loud shout!
I love her there is no doubt I pick her up in my arms She puts her arms 'round my neck And wiles me with her charms!
Things that we do, love through and through She's opened my eyes to the world Movies and books, both give them looks On the couch around me she curls
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 away
