Weekend Song – The Delta Boys

Here’s one. When it comes to the Weekend Songs, I dig deep. I sweat and agonise. I scan the airwaves and I plunder the archives. Actually, plundering is putting it mildly. I’m up for war crimes for what I do to the archives.

But it’s all for a good cause. Saul Bellow said “A man is only as good as what he loves”, and by that token, I must be all right, because this is fucking awesome.

We’re going right back to the 1930s with this recording by The Delta Boys. Chuck in some weapons-grade kazoo, dark lyrics, a Django Rheinhart guitar bed, make it all sound happy and hey presto penne with pesto – it’s summer time. And that’s a fact. That comes straight from the Institute of Advanced Musical Thinkification.

The singer’s great in this. It’s like he almost outlouisprimas Louis Prima. But not quite. He wants to walk like him, talk like him, ooo-ooo-ooo though.

Actually, this recording predates Louis Prima, but I had to get that line in.

God, imagine if Louis Prima had a kazoo player.

I’ll be there in the morning if I live.
I’ll be there in the morning but don’t get killed.
If I never no more see you again,
be sure to remember me.

Listen: Black Gal Blues

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