Evidently The Nude Polka Kings are on the road, in the buff, and having a good time. The only nude polka band in the country if not the world, is very busy playing gigs in the summer at nudist camps and other places where nudity is the norm. So it's not too strange that the song writers of the group would come up with a song like Wave Your Weiner Polka. Their songs have hit upon many different themes, and wherever they go the crowd is very appreciative. and even with a nude polka band, there's things to be learned. From this song, we've learned that the men use their weiners as a thermostat in the summer heat...keep it cool, you'll be cool! The possible methods to do this boggle the mind, and are better left unsaid...
Of all the artists we're graced to have recording for Big And Tall Records, this was the last one we would think to have a politically motivated song. Of late we've been hearing about his ongoing relationship with a woman that is a little person, and we admit to being a little curious how things are going with them. Perhaps she's having influence on him politically. His last song was considerably different than his previous ones. In any case, his song deals with the ongoing saga of Trump's coverup of his involvement with the pedophile Jeffery Epstein. all political sides seem to be against Trump's stonewalling, but it's what he does best. Time will tell if he cam wiggle his way through this fiasco.
Boxcar Bertha spent many years wandering the country, riding the rails when she could, and just plain walking when she had to. She would get a job once in a while to earn some money, and soon as she had a small nest egg, she took off again. She really loved the life of a hobo, technically a hobo will work when they have to while a bum won't. She had many friends along the way. Some of them gone now, but some visit her at her small apartment now that she retired from the life. Her comments:
Riding the rails was a good life for me, sure isn't for everyone. But I enjoyed the freedom, liked seeing a lot of this big beautiful country with my guitar over my shoulder. But it's a rough life. After about 30 years, my body is just too worn out to do it anymore. I worked enough to have some money in the bank, and worked enough to get Social Security and Medicare, so I'm better off than a lot of rail riders. Too many of them don't last, die from disease, accident or injury. I'm lucky to have made it this long. One of the things I miss the most is sleeping outside under the stars. I did that a lot, always picked my spot carefully, and when available I'd cut some thin pine branches to lay on the ground under my blankets. The scent of the pine combining with the fresh air, punctuated by all the sounds of night, made for the best sleeps I've ever had. Luckily, the apartment complex I live in has a very nice area, a mini forest that's almost as good as being out in the wild. I got permission from the landlord and told my neighbors about me sleeping outside in the mini forest sometimes. No doubt some of them think I'm not wrapped too tight, especially when I'm out there snoozing away on a cold night. But it helps me to stay grounded, literally, physically, and emotionally.
Her simple guitar accompaniment fits the gentle song, her tribute to sleeping under the stars.
Ever slept with stars overhead
In a night as black as can be
A bed made out of pine boughs
That conform to your body
No city lights that will invade
Slumber that is deep and free
With the scents and sounds of the night
That refresh your sanity
All by yourself, but really not
There's plenty to keep company
It's a feeling that most forgot
The earth and all its sympathy
Don't have to go far aback
Don't need to take much along
What you can fit in your pack
And escape the teeming throng
You'll find a place that's just right
A spot where you feel you belong
Your eyes get used to little light
So just stretch out and sing your song
Mother Earth will cradle you
Look out at darkness so deep
Before you know, you'll be all through
And drift off to a peaceful sleep
Do your best to learn the lessons
Of earth and its connections
To your life, your body, and soul
It is the mother earth's intention
To offer you direction
To help you be happy...and whole
There seems to be a trend here at Big And Tall Records as some of our artists have begun to record songs that state their opinion about the present federal government administration. As an RN, Toothless Mabel has an ongoing concern with the present healthcare situation, and is very worried about projected cuts in health programs for the poor and elderly. But her concern goes beyond that to the entire culture being bred by the administration, and wrote this song to express her concern. She questions the voters that elected the administration asking them what did they expect? After years of observing how Trump operates, why are some shocked about what he's doing? and upset because he lied to them? Trump would rather climb a tree and tell a lie than stay on the ground and tell the truth!
Tell me what in the hell did ya'll expect?
Tell me what did ya'll really expect?
The man's an infection,
led an insurrection!
Now do ya'll have any regret?
Took a hammer to our trade
Yeah, beat hell out of our trade
Tariffs a big mess,
trade partners confess
Goods on the shelves they will fade
He does serve with distinction
Of 34 felony convictions
And the overwhelming key to his criminal presidency
Feeding his money addiction
You say that he's got a great plan
Yeah, a brilliantly hatched grand plan
But it all comes to pass
He just pulls it out his ass
Ends up right where he began
Cronies are all crooked like him
Everyone of them crooked like him
But if he hollers SHIT!
They squat ask how much of it?
Where'd he find so many like them?
The big beautiful bill just passed
Anyone voted for it, first to the last
There's a price that will befell the elephants can go to hell
And we'll fly the flag at half mast
Many Government employees fired
Just up and kicked 'em out, they're fired!
Supreme court the past hour said he had the power
No explanation required
ICE wearing masks just like thugs
ICE criminals look like thugs
Tying people in harness
Without due process
Say all of them crooks pushin' drugs!
The times they are scary for sure
Man, these times are scary for sure
But it's time that will overcome all the crooked and dumb
Stanky Thang is a cover of a song by Big Marv, and Gummer Beaudine has been trying to get Big Marv to let her do it, and he gave permission under the condition that she record other songs first and establish herself. He thought the song too much for a new recording artist. Truth be told, Big Marv has never been that fond of his own recording. It's the first time he sang on record, and his band had to persuade him and get him half lit on beer before he'd do it. He said they went into the recording studio late one night with just an idea and they improvised until they got something recorded. Of all the recordings he's done, he very seldom sings on a recording or in person. "I'm a damned piano player! Ain't no singer!" he usually says.
As for Gummer Beaudine, she's been playing the song with her band at gigs, and she's found the audience loved it! Roared with laughter, always got a big hand afterwards. "This is my kind a song!", she said. "Cussin', nasty subject, my crowd gets into it!" So when she came to the studio to record it, we made sure to ask if Big Marv was good with her recording it. He said he was. Big Marv was out of town, and we couldn't get him on the phone, so we took her at her word and approved.
Big Marv got back into town the other day, and when he came to the office and found out she recorded it and it was released, he got madder than an old wet hen! We talked him down, told him the recording was doing all right, and he vowed to never give permission for a cover unless he's at the recording session! Gummer seems to be nonchalant about the whole thing, and is enjoying playing the song at the bars the band and her frequent.
Dang, you got a stanky thang! Don’t ya’ll ever wash it?
Soap and water don’t cost much for ya’ll to scrub it!
Dang, you ‘spect any body
wanna get close to it?
Don’t be so lazy, and break down and wash it!
Stankey Thang, no smelly feet can match it!
Stankey thang, no armpit can top it!
Ya smell jest like commode ala mode
Just as rotten as it can be
The stank ya got driftin’ off you is worse than I ever smelt!
Don’t be so damned lazy and scrape off the crust
From that funky, stankey ol’ tallywacker!
Stankey Thang, no stench can rise above it
Stankey thang, take a lot get the funk off of it!
The stank you got is hard to describe,
Kinda like a mixture of old dirty socks, mixed with pickled egg farts and dirty jock strap!
Man your stank ain’t good, like old dead horse cock
Stirred in with rotten cow livers and 30 day ol’ dog shit!
I remember when we were just kids, you even stunk then goddam!
Could smell yer dead little cock all the way down to the dam!
Stankey Thang, no words can really describe it
Stankey thang, shit would even say that it stinks!
You got a problem, a body malfunction, or did you shit something
already dead?
I try to give you the benefit of mercy, but all I can do
is say 'Lord have mercy!' myself!
Stankey Thang, you cannot ignore it
Stankey thang, oh you gotta own it! Yes you do!
Put yer dang legs together we'll all be grateful if ya do!
I pity the Doc when you go in for a check up.
Raise your arms and the
nurse will pass out!
Doc goes to check on your privates, he'll get
halfway there, close your legs. say
NO FUCKIN' WAY!
Stankey Thang, 55 gallon drum of soap wouldn't phase it
Stankey thang, I'd say you stank like shit, but I ain't got nothin'
against shit!
Stanky thang.........stankey thang........OOOOO LAWD, STANKEY THANG!!!
It was bound to happen that Tugboat Jackson would wade into the political fray of current times. He takes aim at the Secretary Of Health And Human Services, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., who has some controversial ideas about vaccinations and other health concerns. Tug doesn't pull any punches; we contacted him to give us some feedback, but he said it's all in the song, no further feedback needed!
Buzzy Carlyle continues to improve his health after years of drug use, alcohol, and tobacco use nearly killed him. He lives in a retirement community with attending nurses. Of course all of this costs money, and in the beginning he had not only a Doctor that saved his life throught cardiac surgery, but a devoted blues fan that paid his way. Buzzy's not a big fan of 'bein' on the damn dole' as he says, but the Doctor has committed himself to Buzzy's care for whatever years he's got left. The Doctor is a blues fan, and helped get Buzzy back playing after all his illnesses.
The word is out, and Buzzy has many visitors. Some of his old blues cronies, some just fans, and some that want to learn how to play the blues. One of his favorite students is Leroy 'Hambone' Riley. He's already got a local reputation from playing in blues clubs, but he knows Buzzy's got some things to show him. Hambone told us this story about Buzzy as a teacher:
Now ol' Buzzy can be kind of cantankerous, 'specially if you go there to just pick his brains and steal his licks. I was waitin' in the hall outside his room when he tied into the guy ahead of me. Don't know what he done, but whatever it was pissed Buzzy off big time! Never heard so much cussin' in my life, and I been around some first class swearers! He done everything but bash the guy in the head with his guitar, and the guy threw the door open and 'bout knocked me down as he left.
Buzzy was still hot, and he told me "Get yo ass in here, boy!" Man, the way he said it just chilled me to the bone. He really wasn't hollerin', his voice was low like a foghorn and his eyes bugged out. I almost turned around and left, was half afraid to go in there. He waved his hand at me and said, "Ya hear me, goddammit! I said get yo ass in here! Ya being yo axe?" Thankfully I had my guitar with me still in its case. So I nodded, picked my guitar up and went it.
Soon as I got in and sat down, he calmed down. "Sorry 'bout pitchin' such a fit, son. Man before you only wanted me to play so he could steal some of my licks. Didn't even hear him play, just kicked him out!" He wheeled his wheelchair c;loser to me and shook my hand. "Now, boy, ply me somethin'. Don't try to impress me, don't be flashy, just be yourself. Gimme an idea what you got inside you."
So I played and sang a song I'd written. When I was done he just waved me to continue. I ended up playing for a solid hour, and afterwards he gave me his opinion, lucky for me most of it favorable!
Buzzy's told us about Hambone, and we're setting up an audition for him soon.
