Get your dancing shoes on this week, and let the good times roll – ‘Spill points if you can identify the ‘Spillers above, without offending anybody. When you’ve finished, please keep the earworms rolling on in to earworm@tincanland.
Louisiana Funky Butts Brass Band – Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler – CaroleBristol: OK, this is the Louisiana Funky Butts Brass Band with Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler. This is a nice slinky, Cajun-style tune with some nice down ‘n’ dirty horn playing and great syncopation. Laissez les bons temps rouler!
Royaltones – Hong Kong Jelly Wong – pairubu: Discovered by accident on i-Tunes, how could anyone resist a song with a title like that ? It’s Doo-Wop, 50s I suspect and totally wonderful.
Dave Alvin – Ashgrove – tincanman: Everyone had a club where their young ears and musical sensibilities (or insensibilities) were informed, and most of them seem closed now. In L.A.subversives met to play folk, blues and rock and roll at the Ash Grove. http://bit.ly/1kqGMOB.
Peter Tsotsi & Nashil Pichen – Pole Musa – beltway: A big hit in Kenya from the late 60s from this influential duo, the influence of Western Guitar pop is evident but it is very much of its place and time and is just so cheer inducing it should have you grinning from ear to ear all the way through.
Dana Valery – You Don’t Know Where Your Interest Lies – bishbosh: A sassy, brassy, ever so slightly camp take on the Simon & Garfunkel song. Always gets my toes tapping – and that “You don’t begin to comprehend” never fails to raise a smirk.
The Tommy Ladnier Orchestra – Really the Blues – goneforeign: In 1938 the French jazz critic Hugues Panassie was so concerned that the then trend towards big band jazz would cause the original New Orleans style to become obsolete and forgotten, he came to New York to assemble a group of the finest N.O. players still alive and to record them for posterity. The group was led by trumpeter Tommy Ladnier and featured Sidney Bechet and Mezz Mezzrow. The set of recordings became known as the Panassie Sessions. Here’s my favorite, Really the Blues with Bechet on soprano and clarinet. By some odd circumstance, when I was 14, I found myself backstage at the only Sidney Bechet performance ever in London, talking to him, I’ve no idea how I got there. He was not the god like figure I’d anticipated, what I remember is a smelly old man.