Hi all,
Louie Lasky recorded "Teasin' Brown Blues" in 1935, surprisingly late, backing himself with a flat-pick out of G position in standard tuning. He sure was a nifty flat-picker, and I've often wondered if Big Bill Broonzy got his flat-picking style from Louie, despite the fact that Broonzy recorded his version of "How Do You Want Your Rollin' Done?" before Louie recorded his. Louie Lasky sounds as though his guitar was in partial courses; the D sounds like a single string, but the A and E sound to be in octave courses.
I find Louie Lasky's singing very winning, and especially like the verse that mentions Gloria Swanson and Priscilla Dean. That's not something you hear all that often in blues lyrics. One peculiarity of the rendition is Louie Lasky's quoting of Papa Charlie Jackson's "Papa's Lawdy Lawdy Blues", both instrumentally and vocally. In his final verse, Louie Lasky pronounces "cling" "cringe". Here is "Teasing' Brown Blues":
Well, mama, I dream about you night and day
Ah ah, baby, I dream about you night and day
I had my hand on some this mornin' and I swear I let it get away
I love you, mama, and I'll tell the world I do
I love you, baby, and-a I will tell the world I do
'Cause can't nobody treat me, honey, like my rider do
You don't have to cook me no chicken, 'cause your plain old neckbones will do
Don't have to cook me no chicken, 'cause your old neckbones will do
I'm gonna buy you some black-eyed peas, mama, and try to get 'long with you
How, mama? How do you speak, you little baby?
I hear your daddy calling. I'm crazy about the way you're doin'
I'm talkin' about your jelly roll
'Cause I know you've got something, will send salvation to your soul, Lordy, Lordy, Lord mmm
She got hair like Gloria Swanson and she walk just like Priscilla Dean
Hair like Gloria Swanson and she walk just like Priscilla Dean
'Cause she's the prettiest woman, old Louie have ever seen
I'm gonna ask the Good Lord to send me an angel down
I'm gonna ask the Good Lord to send me an angel down
But if she ain't not a good one, I'm going to clinge [sic] on to my teasin' brown
All best,
Johnm
Louie Lasky recorded "Teasin' Brown Blues" in 1935, surprisingly late, backing himself with a flat-pick out of G position in standard tuning. He sure was a nifty flat-picker, and I've often wondered if Big Bill Broonzy got his flat-picking style from Louie, despite the fact that Broonzy recorded his version of "How Do You Want Your Rollin' Done?" before Louie recorded his. Louie Lasky sounds as though his guitar was in partial courses; the D sounds like a single string, but the A and E sound to be in octave courses.
I find Louie Lasky's singing very winning, and especially like the verse that mentions Gloria Swanson and Priscilla Dean. That's not something you hear all that often in blues lyrics. One peculiarity of the rendition is Louie Lasky's quoting of Papa Charlie Jackson's "Papa's Lawdy Lawdy Blues", both instrumentally and vocally. In his final verse, Louie Lasky pronounces "cling" "cringe". Here is "Teasing' Brown Blues":
Well, mama, I dream about you night and day
Ah ah, baby, I dream about you night and day
I had my hand on some this mornin' and I swear I let it get away
I love you, mama, and I'll tell the world I do
I love you, baby, and-a I will tell the world I do
'Cause can't nobody treat me, honey, like my rider do
You don't have to cook me no chicken, 'cause your plain old neckbones will do
Don't have to cook me no chicken, 'cause your old neckbones will do
I'm gonna buy you some black-eyed peas, mama, and try to get 'long with you
How, mama? How do you speak, you little baby?
I hear your daddy calling. I'm crazy about the way you're doin'
I'm talkin' about your jelly roll
'Cause I know you've got something, will send salvation to your soul, Lordy, Lordy, Lord mmm
She got hair like Gloria Swanson and she walk just like Priscilla Dean
Hair like Gloria Swanson and she walk just like Priscilla Dean
'Cause she's the prettiest woman, old Louie have ever seen
I'm gonna ask the Good Lord to send me an angel down
I'm gonna ask the Good Lord to send me an angel down
But if she ain't not a good one, I'm going to clinge [sic] on to my teasin' brown
All best,
Johnm