Monday, March 30, 2009

Good to the Bone!

My no-good ex-patriot brother has been goin' on about this tune for some time now. I'm beginning to see what the fuss is about. Not only do you have a filthy-delphia motha-funker singing the praises of fried chicken (A vocation worth following if ever there was such a thing), but this fair fowl is so "kickin" that it sets our cake-walk prince here to moan - Truly the benchmark of any religious chicken-eating experience.

Besides a certain Philly pedagree, I know very little about this clucker, save for a name change (Radars) and a later repress on 'Yew' records (Mutton!? Ewww!). Comped a gazillion times I'm sure, rub this fucker in some flour and drop it in the pan! You won't be sorry, but you might be hungry (Nom, nom nom).

Finger Licking Chicken - Radors, or Radars, or whatever

Note: A little stone-soul birdie tells me that the great Mel Brown has gone up to that big coop in the sky. Click here to honor the man and his chicken-chompin' memory.

RedBoy V

Currently Reading...

From University of California press:

"The life story of Ishi, the Yahi Indian, lone survivor of a doomed tribe, is unique in the annals of North American anthropology. For more than forty years, Theodora Kroeber's biography has been sharing this tragic and absorbing drama with readers all over the world.

Ishi stumbled into the twentieth century on the morning of August 29, 1911, when, desperate with hunger and with terror of the white murderers of his family, he was found in the corral of a slaughterhouse near Oroville, California. Finally identified as an Indian by an anthropologist, Ishi was brought to San Francisco by Professor T. T. Waterman and lived there the rest of his life under the care and protection of Alfred Kroeber and the staff of the University of California's Museum of Anthropology. Karl Kroeber adds an informative tribute to the text, describing how the book came to be and how Theodora Kroeber's approach to the project was both a product of her era and of her insight and her empathy."

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

If It's A Whippin' You're A Wantin'...

Charles Whitworth, AKA. Chuck A Luck, AKA. Little Charles...

That's a lot of aliases for this Greensboro North Carolina native to be hidin' behind (and this RedBoy should know). I guess if you were killin them suckers nightly with w/ the criminal funk you'd wanna change your name and hit the road too, lest the law come down on you like a ton of bricks.

Tay-Ster managed to jam this Tay-Stee track on two back too back releases, the latter release subsequently spell-checked by some cracker-ass cracker('Whip You') and tattooed w/ a different flip (Are You Experienced?)

My own experience being beyond reproach, trust me when I say that if you are lookin' for a track to back up your strut, then look no further.

Whip Ya - Chuck A Luck & the Lovemen

I'll Always Love You - Chuck A Luck & the Lovemen

Friday, March 20, 2009

Double Dragon

My perevious post put me in an instrumental mental state and as the 'Clumsy Dragon' sprang to mind I figured I might as well jump on the dragon wagon w/ the addition of a combo of 'noble' birth. Take it in, cause this is about as noble as I get.

“Meddle not in the affairs of the dragon; for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.”


Dragon Walk - Noblemen

Clumsy Dragon - Five Sounds

RedBoy III

Well, The Revenue Man Finally Got Him...

Courtesy of SayUncle:

Marvin "PopCorn" Sutton, famed Tennessee moonshiner, has taken his own life in lieu of an 18 month jail sentence. It's obvious this frail old man was a criminal mastermind and now, thanks to the federal government, the hills and back-yonder hollows are that much safer from the threat of homemade whiskey and folksy wisdom. If only they put this much effort into all their endeavors...

Make sure you toss one back tonight, if not in his honor, then for the contempt of every Revenue Man in every branch of government.

R.I.P. Marvin "PopCorn" Sutton. You have earned your stake in the 'Angel's Share'.

Friday, March 13, 2009


Fresh from the litter-pan, here's one for all ya'll Triskaidekaphobics out there.

Whether you do hoodoo ala William Seabrook, or you just have cliche tattoos, you are undoubtedly familiar w/ the intimate relationship between black cats and bad luck. While ancient cultures equated black cats asleep beside the hearth w/ coiled vipers, the most I can attribute to their demeanor is a complete indifference to their owners, not to mention the proclivity for licking their crotch when company is about.

Seeing as how I cannot achieve the latter (too many ribs -I counted), the most I can do is exalt the virtues of these frisky lil' harbingers o' doom by way of the Pacific Northwest.

While Seattle can be a cruel mistress to those w/ Seasonal Affective Disorder (S.A.D !?), history has proven those Space-needle junkie skies as down-right conducive to rock and roll. All references to the Kingsmen and the Wailers' aside, quite a few bands, including the 'Checkers', were chompin' at the bit in 63' for a place in the sun (or lack thereof) and Jerden records, in it's many incarnations, was their jumping -off point:

Jerden Records was based in Seattle and majority owned by Jerry Dennon (JER-DEN) and Bonnie Guitar, both of whom had been involved previously with Dolton Records and the careers of The Fleetwoods. A split with Dolton due to artistic control problems brought about the new Jerden label. Certain Jerden record issues were distributed by Liberty Records.

The label closed after the first year's trading due to a complete lack of success. Its owners went their separate ways although both ended up in Hollywood, Bonnie as an artist for RCA Victor Records and then Dot Records and Dennon doing promotion work for Era Records.

Dennon's promising career in the music business was halted briefly by military service but in late 1962 he was back in circulation and resurrecting his old label as full owner but lack of funds meant that he began releasing old recordings from Jerden's early days...even a disc by Bonnie Guitar herself issued in January 1963.

It was during this second life that The Kingsmen's "Louie Louie" arrived (1963) and it is this million selling disc that is by far the best known of all Dennon's products. In Summer 1964 Jerden updated its label design with a turquoise background. In Fall 1965 Jerden began a distribution agreement with ABC-Paramount Records. This agreement ended in October 1968.

Burdette Records founded in 1967 by Jerry Dennon was the label that took Jerden's place for national exposure. Burdette was distributed by Tower Records which was a division of Capitol Records. The label ended in 1971.

The Sonics may get all the glory, but if you ask me, the Checkers are the cat's ass. Don't cross em', or they just might tear your shit up, or, at the very least, piss in your houseplants. Happy Friday the 13th!

RedBoy II

The Art of David Nicholson

Monday, March 2, 2009

"Never Had Nuthin' But Misery."

Here's another gem on 'Jewel' records (Clever, right?), this time from the inimitable Carter brothers. Practically a blues number, this track has just enough brass shoved up the midsection to place this firmly in the soul category - and just enough fried chicken references to place it firmly in the sub-cockle area of my heart. The flip ain’t no slouch for that matter (Do the Flo' Show), but fate saw fit to carve a very obnoxious furrow through the groovy grooves on my copy, so you’ll have to take my word on it (or, better yet, get your own damned copy!).

The Carter Brothers Roman (lead vocals, bass), Albert (guitar), and Jerry (vocals, piano) came from Garland, AL, and began recording in 1964 for producer/songwriter Duke Coleman's local label. Stan Lewis' Jewel Records licensed a pair of their singles, of which "Southern Country Boy" got to number 21 on the R&B charts nationally. They never cut an album, but before splitting up in 1967 (when Albert and Jerry Carter were said to have been drafted) the trio recorded more than a dozen single sides.

It certainly is a special kinda trim which is willing to de-seed a melon for her man. Don’t let her get away fellas, or else you'll just have to kidnap yourself another one, and who has the time or the Chloroform for that?

Southern Country Boy - Carter Brothers

Sunday, March 1, 2009