Latest All Time Greats Blues Compilation - Bellyachin' & Boozin'
With an introduction by serial killer Bluesman
Dangerous' Sam Cutts....
Back in Mississippi in the late 50's I used to frequent the Honey Club located down by the delta in the Russian quarter. Man those were hard times, used to play 12 hours a night for a few dollars and the promise of a quick 'un up the back passage with Lilly-May. At that time I was a Jazz man playing with 'Easy' Jack Buzzard and his 'E' Flat Band.
One night the bar manager, Chance Quaid, cut up rough about my loose playing and wandering till fingers. Well I kinda hit him once too hard and ended up taking him back to my place to dispose of his remains, I ate stew all that winter. Anyways, it was just about then that things went bad, lost my job, lost my wimmin', darn near lost my mind. It was whilst bummin' a lift to Memphis that I shared a car with a mad coot called 'Dangerous' Wiggins, he got me a job playing blues and a house with a garden.
Late in 1958 Wiggins attacked me for interfering with his wife and two daughters, buried him under the patio. Again I was on the move and ended up in a night spot called 'The Graveyard' in Chicago. Here I met one of the featured artists, 'Stinky Boy' Brown. Stinky played a mean guitar and I provided some rhythm and backing vocals. Stinky's first record Ain't Got Two Cents To Scratch My Arse With had moderate success and he had gottin' noticed by several recording companies. Stinky went on to make many fine recordings. I went my separate ways and took his wife with me - a big beautiful mama with attitude, buried her beside a creek in Louisiana, sure was peaceful.
In early '62 I formed my own band, Stone Cold Killers, made up of ex cons including 'Ginger' Nethers. Ginger was outrageous, always causin' fights and drinking places dry, kinda liked him most. By '63 it was obvious the band was not going in the right direction, Ginger had made a solo hit behind my back and walked out on me, they found him in the trunk of a Buick minus his teeth - I wears them around my neck for good luck.
By the late 60's Blues, like 'Tip Toe' Thompson, was dead. I knows I done wrong but he just had that look about him. I spent my time trying to revive my career, searching mostly down the bottom of a bottle of JD. Into the 70's I'd even become tired of the murderin' I was just too drunk and emaciated to attempt it, anyways I consoles myself by rattin' out some people to the KKK.
In the 80's some time I finally achieved fame and became one of the Fed's 10 most wanted, they caught me in Time square drinking meth's and feeding ball bearings to pigeons. For the next 10 years I kept them busy looking for evidence and digging up bodies until they had their case.
Now it's 2005 and all my appeals have failed, gotta close quickly now as the executioner is coming and I dont's know how long I can keep the hold on the good reverend's throat and keeps a writing. Enjoy this album it's a great epitaph for those who appeared on it but were unable to makes it to my trial....
- Shithouse Blues (Mississippi Remix) - 'Stinky Boy' Brown
- Bummin' A Ride With A Slack Hand Sailor - Lyle 'Kiss Kiss' Jonson
- You Shittin' Me Right? - Hard Man Hawkes
- Pass The Sauce I'm Feelin' Blue - Al Colic
- Pissin' My Days Away - Ginger Nethers
- Ten Miles To Go, Are We There Yet? - Bo Pip & The Miserables
- Walking With Clenched Cheeks - 'Tip Toe' Thompson
- Scrapin' The Shit From My Shoes - 'Hard Luck' Jackson
- Bin' 20 Minutes Since My Last Burger - Fatz Bloater
- Woman Don't Hide My Bottle, I Ain't Got Nuthin' To Beat You With - 'Basher' Tyson
- Paralysed From The Neck Up - 'Bourbon Brookes' And The Shandy Drinkers
- Shucks, I Can't Get An Even Break (After You With The Shotgun Reverend) - 'Shaky' Strokes
- Don't slap my ho' (that's my job) - Evil Jon Ratt
- Take This Job And Shove It (Again) - 'Slow Hand' Bumm
- My Five Fingered Friend - Master Bates and the Rhythm Boys
- Full Of It - Jack Hoff
Last Updated::: 23-Nov-2006 18:33
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