The Temptations lip-synch “Ain’t Too Proud To Beg” from 1966. Awesome collars & peg pants.
The Tee Tones are better known as occasional backup singers for these folks:
And Postmodern Jukebox makes me smile.
Have a great weekend, folks. See you back here tomorrow.
“Hand Full of Keys,” performed here by Stephanie Trick, is a Fats Waller composition, circa 1938. Awesome stride piano style. Although I’m somewhat ambidextrous and have a basic understanding of music theory and chords, there’s no way I could cut those chops.
Tuba Skinny is my favorite band these days.
I had a conversation with some of my co-workers recently, and the topic of Yellow Snow came up. I tried to explain Nanook of the North and failed, so we’re forced into Zappa mode.
You can find Zappa’s “Nanook Rubs It” on the Utoobage on your own, but “Deathless Horsie” is amazing.
Have a great SuperBowl Weekend folks. Seattle sucks big green donkeys because Seattle sucks big green donkeys. Everyone outside of Seattle knows Seattle sucks big green donkeys and so does Seattle. Seattle sucks big green donkeys.
This is why I could never stand Country Pop, but the mashup is clever and funny [via]. It reminds me of National Lampoon’s classic send up of CSN&Y.
The Cleverlys are pure country, and their take on The Bangles’ 1985 hit is pure awesome.
Let’s move on to something entirely different. How ’bout some Magic Sam?
Magic Sam Maghett graduated from a diddlybow to electric guitar. Pure country bluesman who travelled up the Mississippi to Chicago’s Cobra Records.
Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow and maybe we’ll discuss the many ways to secretly deflate footballs and turn them into a national crisis.
Canadian lawn sprinkler.
Norwegian street limbo.
Swedish ooga chacka. Blue Swede‘s 1974 recording was based upon B.J. Thomas’ 1968 hit “Hooked On A Feeling” as corrupted by Britain’s Jonathan King in 1971.
Have a great weekend folks. We’ll be back here tomorrow to mess around some more.
[First two vids found somewhere in here.]
When I’m Gone (The Cup Song) Jim Huish of the Nashville Americana-pop group Amber’s Drive offers up a cover of the song “Cups (When I’m Gone)” [via].
Jim Stafford‘s “My Girl Bill” popped into my head the other day for no good reason. I’d forgotten about it for decades, and kinda wished it had stayed that way. So where do we go from here? Maybe this.
I never watched SHR, but that one seems familiar.
Amber’s Drive has good harmonies, a nice vibe, and a song that jives with my attitude these days. Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow.
The Sant Andreu Jazz Band is from Barcelona Spain, features 7-20 year olds. Here’s their website. I love early American jazz, and they nail it.
Some friends visited New Orleans recently, gave me a CD of Tuba Skinny. They didn’t believe that I’d heard of them even though I’d posted two of their vids some time ago. The girl on cornet is awesome, knows her chops.
Want some funk with that jazz? Here’s Trombone Shorty.
Have a great extended holiday weekend, folks. See y’all back here tomorrow.
Keller Williams with The Travelin’ McCourys‘ “Pumped Up Kicks” made me laugh. Clever stuff that.
How ’bout some Muddy Waters? Here’s a jam from 1978. (Note that James Cotton is not the first harp blower on the vid.)
Killer blues tribute with a great lineup. 45 minutes of pure awesome.
Have a great weekend, folks. See you back here tomorrow.
The music for “Carol of The Bells” predates the 1917 Bolshevik Revolution, is based upon a Ukrainian traditional chant that predates Christianity, and celebrates the New Year… in April. The original lyrics for the song describe a swallow flying into a house and promising good fortune because lambs have been born, and compliments the master of the house for having a wife with dark eyebrows (at least according to Wiki).
There are exactly 15 Pas, 18 Rums and 63 Pums in the lyrics to “Little Drummer Boy.” If you delete the spaces between the pa-rum-pa-pum-pums, there are exactly 21 Rumps. I can’t stand that song because it doesn’t stop when it should (just as the “Twelve Days Of Christmas” made it’s point on Day One).
It just doesn’t seem like Christmas until I hear The Ronette’s version of Leroy Anderson’s “Sleigh Ride.”
Have a great Pre-Holiday Weekend, folks, and don’t fight over parking spaces. I was there first.
#OccupyFarmland.
? & The Mysterians, featuring Rudy Martinez as (?). Don’t ask me how I know. The video is from Detroit’s “Swingin’ Time” 1966.
The J. Geils Band was the Best Bar Band in the Land in the late 70s, and there’s proof. Need more? Check this out.
Have a great weekend, folks. See y’all in the Sears parking lot – You’ll recobanize me because I’m the one taking up two spaces.
Here’s a description of Lee Morse [via]:
“She was 5 feet tall. She was less than 100 lbs “soaking wet”. She spent her childhood in Oregon and Idaho yet was proud of her family’s Southern roots. She could hunt and fish and, if you deserved it, she could punch your lights out! She was Lee Morse, one of the most popular female recording artists during the Jazz Age 20’s and 30’s. And, she is worth remembering.” ~Ian House
Doc Watson, David “Dawg” Grisman and Jack Lawrence live in 1995. Lawrence was the late Watson’s accompianist for many years.
“My Blue Eyed Jane” was written by Lulu Belle White and Jimmie Rogers, first recorded by Jimmy Rogers with Bob Sawyer’s Jazz Band in 1930.
Jimmie Rogers (1897-1933) is considered the Father of Country Music for his long-lasting music influences, worked the railroad until he contracted tuberculosis in 1925. While fighting off the disease and unable to perform physical labor, he returned to his original love, writing and performing, until he succumbed at the age of 35.
Sadly, there was a vaccine to combat TB as early as 1921, but according to Wiki it wasn’t widely available in the U.S. or Europe until after WWII. Rogers also sang about his affliction in “TB Blues.”
Here’s Jimmie Rogers in the Columbia Pictures short “The Singing Brakeman” from 1930.
That’s it for this edition of The Saturday Matinee. Have a great weekend, folks.
