Amos Carter - Would A Should A Boogie - with Mama Carter

After finding out about Amos Carter's Mother, it's no wonder he's got a Boogie Woogie band! She plays piano and adds vocals to this latest song of her sons. Amos told us she used to be a substitute piano player at the small church they went to when they were kids. He said she could be serious for an hour or so once in a while, but she would break out into Boogie Woogie piano on occasion, sometimes in church as well! Parishioners liked it, but the old conservative preacher didn't! She still plays the piano, an old upright they've had at the family house as long as Amos can remember. She plays all kinds of music, but loves to improvise all kinds as well. 

The lyrics of the song ring true enough; Mama Carter used to sit down and play the piano as she lectured the kids (all 9 of them!), and if there was too much griping, she would  play hymns they knew that they could sing along with, or 'old people' music as the kids used to call big band music. Since Amos started his band, he's been trying to get his Mama to come up on stage and play a song or two with them, but she always refused. Then Amos wrote this one, and she thought it was so good that she finally agreed, after they rehearsed it a lot. She plays very well, and her voice isn't bad either!

They recorded the song at Delmar Gentry's studio in Flagstaff, and Delmar was taken aback by Mama Carter! He had no idea she was such a fine piano player and singer, and is trying to  talk her into doing some solo recordings.

 Mama and Dad had a slug of kids
Dad worked the oil fields, gone a lot
Up to Mama to civilize
Her own style she always brought

Each of us had our chores to do
But kids are known to forget
So she would handle it her way
She never gave an idle threat

She'd sit at the old piano
Limber up her fingers to swing
And twiddle the keys,
easy as ya please
And this is what she would sing:

Would a Should a but you ain't!
Didn't do what yer supposed to!
Ya know what's comin'
Don't tell me dumbin'
Punish you when I'm all through

The Would a should a boogie
(The Would a should a boogie)
Is gonna surround and get you!
You cain't escape it,
Don't lie and fake it
Or you'll get what's comin' to you!

Now you'd know you was in the soup
She seldom got very cross
While she never raised her hand
Had ways to get her point across

Have to listen to her lecture
Not say wait 'til your Dad gets home
She'd nag 'til your ears would turn red
She had ways that were all her own

When she sat at the piano
A smile crossed Mama's face
Pound the ivories,
She'd make up stories
And try to put us in our place:

Would A Should a, you didn't!
Excuses I've heard before
So don't be dissin'
Hush up and listen
While I tell ya what's in store

The Would a should a boogie
Won't treat you like yer vermin
But first it's my whim
To sing some church hymns
Before I go on with my sermon!

AN HOUR OR TWO OF CHURCH HYMS! A
TORTURE! PLEASE, MAMA! BEAT MY ASS INSTEAD!

[Male and female duet]
The Would a should a boogie
(The Would a should a boogie)
Is gonna surround and get you!
You cain't run and escape it,
Don't try and lie to fake it
Or you'll get what's comin' to you

Un Grupo de Mexicali - Sabores de Mi Tierra (Flavors Of My Land)

As can probably be thought, Un Grupo de Mexicali is a Mariachi group that is in high demand in Mexico as well as having a solid following in the U.S. They have suspended any travel to the U.S. due to the immigrant situation, but they continue to supply us with recordings here at Big And Tall Records. As we've learned, Mariachi music is a passionate genre that reflects the Latino temperament in the different moods of the music. This song is an example of a fast-paced, happy fiesta celebration the group played on the anniversary of  the traditional starting date of The Mexican War Of Independence From Spain 'Cry Of Dolores' of September 16th, 1810. The group was very involved with the anniversary and wrote a song about it as well. The present song celebrates Mexican cuisine, a very popular type of food around the world, especially in the U.S. 

The joy in this song carries over to our taste buds, as we here enjoy Mexican food very much! Mexican cuisine has many influences that blend together to make it unique. It's based on native ingredients of indigenous peoples of Mexico such as the Aztecs and consists of beans, corn, chili peppers, avocados, and many different vegetables. Hot chili peppers especially have become parts of many cuisines around the world, and were originally only found in Mexico. Another much prized food that originated in Mexico is chocolate! When Spaniards conquered Mexico, they introduced other foods such as other meat products, sugar, rice, onions, garlic, dairy products, etc. There is an African influence as well, as Spaniards brought slaves from Africa to New Spain, as they called Mexico. 

Mexican cuisine is much more than just tacos! There are different regional dishes across the country, far too many to mention. The cuisine is ancient in origin and cooking techniques, so explore Mexican food! More and more Mexican themes restaurants are offering different dishes, and learn to cook Mexican food yourself! From blazing heat to calmly mild,  from exotic to basic, it's one of the most delicious and varied foods of the world!

Ay qué rico el mole que sabe a hogar
Con un toque de amor y su chile al azar
La enchilada me llama con su rojo brillar
Y el pozole en la mesa listo pa' celebrar

Oh, how delicious the mole that tastes oh so good
With a touch of tradition so well understood
The enchilada calls me, I do not hesitate
And the pozole on the table we’re ready to celebrate

¡Ay ay ay What a flavor!
Tacos al pastor
¡Ay ay ay Please!
Give me more
Give me love
Salsa, Lemon and warmth

Las quesadillas me abrazan suaves al morder
El guacamole verde como el amanecer
Tamales envueltos secretos por saber
Y la cochinita pibil un sueño al comer

Con cada mordida
El alma se llena
¡Ay viva mi México y su sazón que truena!

¡Ay ay ay, Qué sabor!
Tacos al pastor
¡Ay ay aye Por favor!
Dame más, dame amor
Salsa, Limón y calor

Chiles rellenos cantan en su capa dorada
El arroz y los frijoles nunca faltan en la jornada
Un tequila pa' brindar con la banda emocionada
¡Y el flan de postre dulce qué cosa tan encantada!

The quesadillas embrace me, soft to the bite
The green guacamole, tasty and light
Wrapped tamales, secrets to know
And the cochinita pibil filling the bowl!

With each bite the soul is filled
Oh, long live my Mexico and its
Seasonings fulfilled

¡Ay ay ay, Qué sabor!
Tacos al pastor
¡Ay ay aye Por favor!
Dame más, dame amor
Salsa, Limón y calor

Stuffed chiles sing in their gold and green cape
Rice and beans there is no escape
A tequila to toast with the excited band
And flan for sweet dessert in an enchanted land!

Brisa Caribeña - Music Take Me Away

 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
 

Melvin Peckerwood And The Mama's Boys - I Hate Liver!

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!

 

 

 

Hambone Riley - Get Yer Finger Out My Butt!

 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 - What In The Hell, Kash Patel!

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 - Ain't A Gonna Let It Pass!

 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!