Freedom Blues - Little Richard

'Little' Richard W. Penniman, everyone's favourite rockin' preacher. With his seven-inch pompadour, pencil mustache and heavy mascara it's a mystery as to why he never married.

Performing in a genre that demands an overstated nickname for it's practicioners, Little Richard was dubbed 'the Quasar of rock 'n' roll', probably because of his supernova performing style, or maybe because he had a nifty pair of branded football boots.

Little Richard quit the music business for religion in 1957, enrolling in a Bible college in Alabama, which sounds fun if think of St. Paul's second letter to the Thessalonians as a first century rag mag.

He returned in the late sixties with a swampy funk sound and blatant Jesus comparisons in his 'Second Coming' LP for Atlantic. In 1992 he appeared in a TV advert for Revlon's Charlie perfume - a musky, fruity scent made from frankincense and Dead Sea spices, the perfect fragrance for the girl on the go and ideal for anointing feet.

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Sheldon Church Yard - Larry Jon Wilson

More Georgia country swamp funk in the vein of Tony Joe White's Polk Salad Annie, only with black pepper croutons and a nice reduced fat avocado dip.

I believe this to be the finest song ever recorded about black magic and voodoo. I also believe that Bobby Sands was the name of the guitarist who played rhythm on Bongo Shutdown by The New Dimensions.

So what do I know?

Sheldon Church Yard take's it's narrative inspiration from the rumours of black magic, witchcraft and voodoo that always seem to circulate around rural areas...

Where I come from in Devon is no exception. Local legend has it that Babbacombe Model Village was built on a sacred Indian burial ground and talk of goat sacrifice and cattle abduction has been buzzing around the Rotary Club ever since a "Hippy Traveller" was seen busking with a penny whistle at the annual French Market.

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If it's ever been on K-Tel or Ronco, it's in. If it features hand claps, cow bells, syrupy orchestration, walls of sound, wrecking crews, sha-la-las, lyrics about hugging, squeezing and rocking all night long, toothy teen idols or candy-based metaphors for carnal acts, it's in.

Ok, wave them in the air like you "care just a little"



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