i shouldn't be allowed near hip hop records from the late eighties/early nineties (very specific i know) - they make me come over all funny and twitchy and bugger the space time continuum zooming me straight to drunk sunday afternoons in dingwalls hearing amazing tunes for the first time and dancing badly but recognising odd bits from somewhere horn stabs or bass lines or funny little wah wah noises and being surrounded by obsessed boys and girls in fine italian knitwear who would argue all day about where every snippet was from and who'd done what with it and how much the soul jazz boys with their boxes of records in the doorway would be charging for it now everyone there wanted one and hoping gilles would play it on kiss later so you could tape it. so today my sweet dears let's have some bits of follow the leader. there's still twenty years later a big bit i don't know something jazzy and beyond me in there but first play of the long lost diabolically ignored baby huey and the babysitters lp and there's those horns
baby huey and the babysitters - listen to me
poor old huey he really couldn't take the weight and popped off when he was only 26 somehow managing to combine the to this day thought pretty impossible terrors of obesity and heroin. no bugger bought the lp in 1971 and even more astoundingly it's still kind of hard to find the reissue which really is bloomin' criminal. i mean it's got a mono version of hard times on it people. a mono version!
baby huey and the babysitters - hard times (mono mix)and if that wasn't enough coke escovedo is tucked in there too i think. i only got this really recently too on nicely reissued 45 and put up with peterson ruining my taped copy going c'mon over the top at inappropriate moments for years and years but now you don't have to
coke escovedo - i wouldn't change a thingi wouldn't change a thing neither.
