From the dim recesses of my memory I seem to recall learning long ago that the mystery word was a brand name, and it was "Tango rocking chair". Which does sound right. A quick Google turns up a brand of rocking horse called Tango; I haven't chased it any further. Does this jog anyone else's memory? (I must confess that I dropped the word when I learned the song myself; much easier than all those explanations.)
Thanks for that tip, Al Young. This is a present day product, but it sounds as though it had an earlier precedent. I'm sorry the picture from the ad wouldn't cut and paste--looked like a really comfortable chair. Tango it is, and your earlier search paid off, uncle bud! All best, Johnm
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Flexsteel Latitudes - Tango Swivel Glider Chair at Zak's Fine Furniture
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This refined contemporary swivel glider chair will be a nice addition to your living room. Smooth track arms slightly flare out at the ends and add to the contemporary style of the chair. The plush horizontal split back and pillow top seat will keep you comfortable.
The Latitudes - Tango Swivel Glider Chair by Flexsteel is available in the Tri-Cities - Johnson City, Kingsport and Bristol Tennessee area from Zak's Fine Furniture.
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The Latitudes - Tango collection offers supreme leather seating in a variety of colors. This collection features thin track arms with a slight flare, and horizontal split-back cushions which offer wonderful lumbar support. Pillow-top seats provide extra plush comfort as well. This collection includes a sofa, loveseat, rocking recliner and swivel glider chair.
The Latitudes - Tango collection is a great option if you are looking for Contemporary furniture in the Tri-Cities - Johnson City, Kingsport and Bristol Tennessee area.
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Hi all, Barbecue Bob played "Crooked Woman Blues" out of Spanish tuning with a slide. I found the song on a late Origin Jazz Library LP, "OJL's GA. The Black Country Music of Georgia, 1927--1936", OJL-25, in a spectacularly clean version. As an aside, if any of you who do not already have them run upon a chance to pick up any of the Origin Jazz Library re-issue series, don't miss the opportunity. They were a wonderfully well-conceived series, with lots of tremendous music, working a lot of the same territory as Yazoo and Mamlish, but preceding those labels by a bit. OJL always had poor distribution and were hard to find, at least where I lived. In any event, Barbecue Bob was in great voice, as usual, for "Crooked Woman Blues" and hits some terrific thumb-popping bass runs in between his verses and some of the lines. I particularly like the tagline to the second verse.
Ahh, the way my wife treats me, it sure is a sin The way my wife treats me, it sure is a sin Stay out all night long, 'fore day come creepin' in
Then I wanted to know, "Honey, where have you been?" Then I wanted to know, "Honey, where have you been?" She cou'n't say nothing but, "It'll never happen again."
I think, sweet mama, I'll have to let you go I think, sweet mama, I have to let you go So pack up all your clothes, you can't sleep here no more
It's bad to have a crooked woman, she'll keep you livin' in sin Ah, it's bad to have a crooked woman, she'll keep you livin' in sin Then all she will say, "It'll never happen again."
If I had a-listened to my Mama's rules If I had a-listened to my Mama's rules I wouldn't've been singin' these crooked woman blues
I'm gon' sing this verse and I ain't gon' sing no more I'm gon' sing this verse, I ain't gon' sing no more I got them blues, and I'm sure Lord, got to go
Edited 1/19 to pick up correction from dj
All best, Johnm
« Last Edit: July 12, 2020, 01:40:08 PM by Johnm »
As much as I love the phrase "She concern nothing...", I think Bob is singing " She COULDN'T SAY nothing but, "It'll never happen again." " in the last line of the second verse. He pronounces "couldn't" sort of oddly, sounding like "cou'n't".
Hi all, Barbecue Bob backed himself out of the unusual, for him, C position in standard tuning for "Easy Rider Don't You Deny My Name". Maybe because his guitar was so accustomed to being in Spanish tuning, and Bob was accustomed to having it there, the tuning on the song is definitely a bit puckery. This is exciting, sort of sloppy playing that reminds me a lot of Sam Collins' hot numbers in C. Barbecue Bob's coda at the end of the song has an air of palpable desperation. I'm not at all sure of the next-to-last verse and would appreciate some help with it.
SOLO
Goin' up to town, what you want me to bring you back? Oh, just anything you think your baby lack Easy rider, don't you deny my name
Honey, honey, you're sweet as a plum Baby, throw your arms around me, let's have some fun Easy rider, gal, don't you deny my name
SOLO
Goin' up to town, with my hat in my hand I'm lookin' for the woman ain't got no man Easy rider, now, don't you deny my name
To town, what you want me to bring you back? Just anything you think your baby lack Easy rider, gal, don't you deny my name
SOLO
Mama, Mama, just look at sis Standin' on the corner tryin' to do the twist Easy rider, don't you deny my name
Come here, sis, you old stinkin' sow You're tryin' to be a woman and you don't know how Easy rider, don't you deny my name
SOLO
Ain't but two thing, ah, I just like, that's Ballin' the dog and ballin' the jack Easy rider, don't you deny my name
Wears 'em in the Summer and she wears 'em in the Fall Some folks say you don't wear 'em at all Easy rider, don't you deny my name
SOLO
Honey, honey, I'm 'on' tell you true The day you quit me, that's the day you die Easy rider, don't you deny my name
Edited 1/19 to pick up correction from uncle bud
All best, Johnm
« Last Edit: July 12, 2020, 01:40:55 PM by Johnm »
Hi all, Barbecue Bob backed himself with a slide in Spanish tuning for "Poor Boy A Long Ways From Home". For many or most of his slide songs in Spanish, Barbecue Bob actually used the slide sparingly, but on this performance he plays slide pretty much from beginning to end, shadowing the voice and the melody. This is a song that is most often played in Vestapol, I think, though Booker White had a very different version in Spanish tuning. Barbecue Bob phrases some verses in twelve bars and others in sixteen bars; that kind of fluid changing of forms within a song didn't survive in any big way much beyond the 1920s.
I'm a poor boy, I'm a long ways from home I'm a poor boy, I'm a long ways from home I'm a poor boy, ain't got nowhere to go
Ain't got nowhere, lay my worried head Honey, I ain't got nowhere, t' lay my worried head I ain't got nowhere, lay my worried head Sometime, I'd soon to be dead
Honey, tell me, what you gonna do Please tell me, what you gonna do Please tell me, what you gonna do
I done left my brown, standin' in the door Left my brown, standin' in the door I left my brown, standin' in the door "Why'n't you ring?", she said, "You're not 'bliged to go."
I'm the poor old boy, stood on the road and cried I'm the poor old boy, stood on the road and cried I didn't have no blues, just couldn't be satisfied
Honey, give me long long distance phone Now, give me long distance phone Honey, give me long distance phone I wanta hear from my sweet mama back home
Uh, Central, ring six-oh-nine Central, ring six-oh-nine I wanta hear from that bob-haired gal of mine
Edited 1/22 to pick up correction from dj
All best, Johnm
« Last Edit: July 12, 2020, 01:41:50 PM by Johnm »
Hi all, Barbecue Bob accompanied himself out of the unusual, for him, G position in standard tuning for "Red Hot Mama". The song has terrific up-tempo lyrics--it's almost a patter song. The first three stanzas share the same format, with an opening followed by a little break and the finish, with a refrain. The remainder of the song seems much more free-form and improvisational, with odd phrase lengths. Bob's accompaniment is simplicity itself in the left hand, but his lively rhythm really keeps things jumping.
INTRO
Come along, mama, and listen to me Can't throw your daddy down I've got the sort of lovin' right here Makes a rabbit hug a hound
I've got your number right in my book And I ain't gonna mark it off REFRAIN: Red hot mama, if you're through with me Your daddy gonna cool you off, I mean, Your daddy gonna cool you off
SOLO
I had a gal like you one time She tried to put the thing on me She's a red hot mama from a red hot town 'Way down in Memphis, Tennessee
She was red hot mama 'til papa got to town Then I kept you all run-down REFRAIN: Red hot mama, if you stick with me Your papa gonna cool you down, I mean, Your papa gonna cool you down
SOLO
I'm a 'frigeratin' papa from way up North I've had your kind before You can starve some people, but you can't starve me I don't take starvin' no more
I'm a high speed daddy, if you can't ride my train Mama, just step right off REFRAIN: 'Cause, red hot mama, if you fool with me Your papa gonna cool you off, I mean, Your papa gonna cool you off
SOLO
Me and my gal had a quarrel last night Just before daylight She said, "Bob, I understand you got another gal. Now, I'm goin' away, where the wind don't blow Down in Florida, where it ain't no snow Be a long time 'fore you see my face again."
SOLO
"It be so long 'fore you stick your lovin' lips to my chin, Be a long, long time 'fore you see my face again."
SOLO
"But, red hot mama, this ain't no snow, If you fool with me, daddy cool your soul. REFRAIN: Red hot mama, if you fool with me Your daddy sure cool you off, I mean, Your daddy sure cool you off."
SOLO
There's so many gals keep on botherin' me I found out they all just the same REFRAIN: Oh, red hot mama, if you fool with me Your daddy's gonna cool you off, I mean, Your daddy's gonna cool you off
OUTRO
All best, Johnm
« Last Edit: July 12, 2020, 01:42:33 PM by Johnm »
Hi all, Barbecue Bob backed himself out of Spanish tuning for "Cloudy Sky Blues". Bob plays the piece as an instrumental showpiece, and it almost comes across as an instrumental with incidental vocal accompaniment. Barbecue Bob perseverates on his signature lick, "thriving on a riff", and consistently goes very long in his response licks. To give him his due, the signature lick is terrifically cool, really a stand-out. He uses the slide very sparingly on this one. The fact the he ended up with only four verses sung in a track 3'10'' in length gives you an idea of how much of the track's time is devoted to guitar playing.
It seems cloudy, brown, I b'lieve it's going to rain Seems cloudy now, I b'lieve it's going to rain Going back to my right love 'cause she got everything
Hey, hey mama, mama, that ain't no way to do Hey, hey pretty mama, mama, that ain't no way to do You're tryin' to quit me, mama, you know I've been good to you
Hello, Central, give me long, long distance phone Hello, Central, give me long, long distance phone I want to hear from my sweet mama back home
When your brown gets funny, everything you do she gets sore When your brown acts funny, everything you do she gets sore You can hunt you another home 'cause she don't want you no more
All best, Johnm
« Last Edit: July 12, 2020, 01:43:13 PM by Johnm »