Old Black Men and Their Woes

Recently your host has found himself listening to a lot of Blues records, and he has come to the conclusion that the Blues is the old man’s version of Heavy Metal.

When one is young, one is angry about the woeful state of the world, so one listens to the high pitched screechings of angry young men like Axl Rose and Marilyn Manson. But as one makes his way towards forty, one is more inclined to think “Stuff it all, I’ll listen to some dying old men instead.” Meanwhile, Manson has become a divorcee and Axl has turned into the Howard Hughes of heavy metal, wandering around Malibu with tissue boxes on his feet, babbling insanely about how David Geffen screwed him over. Oh, well…

So anyway, as I’ve come up on forty I’ve started to listen more and more to elderly black men complaining about the problems that have beset them throughout what apparently have been long and miserable lives.

Here now is a list of my favorite Blues songs. As the world of the Blues can be bewildering to the newcomer I have included some explanatory notes.

“TB Blues” by Champion Jack Dupree.

“Yes, I got the T.B.
And the T.B.’s all in my bones
All in my bones
Well, the doctor told me
That I ain’t gon’ be ‘ere long.”

This song was written at a time when Dupree believed he was indeed dying from tuberculosis, but luckily he had been misdiagnosed- he was in fact suffering only from lung cancer. Ironically Dupree lived into his 80s, whereas his doctor died at 43 from a self inflicted lawnmower wound. As an even greater coincidence, 17 years later, Fielding Melish, a man whom Dupree had never met, died from inhaling next to an insurance salesman.

“Evil Woman” by Champion Jack Dupree

“She got a face, face like a monkey
Hair like a teddy bear
Lord, Lord, Lord
Face like a monkey
Hair like a teddy bear.”

“The woman that I’m lovin’
She’s evil as would be
Lord, Lord, Lord
Woman I’m lovin’
She’s evil as could be
Well, that woman is so evil
She’s too evil for me.”

This appears to be about Dupree’s second wife, Muddy Mae Suggins, whom he rescued from a profitable career as a sideshow geek. Muddy Mae was not what one would call an attractive woman, but had a disposition at least as gentle as that of a pit-bull that’s spent the weekend with Michael Vick. The marriage came to an unexpected end when Muddy Mae was mistakenly taken in by the dog catcher and put down after Dupree failed to pick her up. According to friends Dupree later had her buried in the backyard under her favorite tree.

“Commit A Crime” by Howlin Wolf.

“You put poison in my coffee, instead of milk or cream.

You put poison in my coffee, instead of milk or cream.

You bout the evilest woman, that I ever seen.”

This is about Howlin Wolf’s mother, Gertrude Burnett, a notorious serial killer who escaped the chair only because her lawyer succeeded in arguing that it would cost the state of Mississippi too much money to build a chair big enough to accommodate her 400 pound frame. (Mrs Burnett was later acknowledged by Tobe Hooper as the original inspiration for Leatherface from Texas Chainsaw Massacre.)

“Don’t Get Mad” by Elmore James jr

“Don’t get mad at me babe,

Cos I aint mad at you

I’d be a wrong doin’ man,

Ooo child to be mad at you”

A song written about a dispute James jr had with Blind Boy PigHead as to the true origin of the name LaSalle. The other man had insisted it was from the Old French for “cantankerous coot”, but James was convinced it had something to do with the War of Independence. The dispute came to a head in Christmas of 1978 when the two men exchanged remarks about one another’s wives on the street in front of The Jazz Hut (this incidentally was the club in which Soggy Shoe Davis first performed his now-classic “Dead Cat Hung in a Closet Blues”). This exchange led the men to the conclusion that they had both married badly and that they therefore had enough problems without ruining their friendship, hence the lyric “We both done married badly and therefore have enough problems without ruining our friendship.” on their ensuing collaboration album “No-Good Women Done Us Wrong.”

 

 

 

Hot Chick of the Week – Kristen Bell

The luscious Bell is best known for her role in Heroes, and the short lived but critically lauded Veronica Mars, which I believe was about the woman who gave her name to the famous candy bar. You may also have seen her in ” Forgetting Sarah Marshall,” a comedy starring Jason Segel and his penis, and “Pulse,” a horror movie in which mobile phones take over the world.

None of that matters of course. What does matter is that she’s blonde, blue eyed…

…and one of the few women who can wear a pair of braces without looking like that lesbian who came to fix my boiler last year.


Oooh, look at me! Don’t i have a gorgeous smile!

And here she is being puzzled by a camera…

Halloween Doghouse of Horrors

Welcome to the first annual edition of Ambrose Mugwump’s Halloween Doghouse of Horrors. Once a year, on the night of All Hallows Eve, we will gather here, in front of this decrepit doghouse beneath the old oak tree, to listen to a trio of tales, creepy and horrific, in which kitties and puppies do things that ain’t at all nice. Tales of the restless undead, of fathomless mystery and of horror unimaginable – horror comparable only to that time when you came home to find that the cat had shredded all your toilet rolls and eaten all the caviar in the fridge…

 

The Undead Hordes of Damocles Delirium

It was at the stroke of midnight that notorious necromancer Lord Damocles Delirium recited the forbidden words that summoned the hordes of the undead from their graves beneath the forsaken soil of  Salem’s Pet Cemetery.

Delirium had long entertained the idea of using an army of zombie kitties to take over the local Fish Markets, and after years of searching for the fabled Necronomicon he had finally found the right  incantation.

Alas for poor Damocles, things didn’t go quite as planned. The only kitty fresh enough to rise from his grave without collapsing into a pile of bones was young Fluff Davies, who as it turns out was not at all interested in fish, Fluffy being more of a meat and potatoes man. Upon escaping the clutches of the Grim Reaper, young Fluffy chose to ignore the Fish Markets and instead made for the nearest MacDonald’s where he was last seen ordering  a quarter pounder and a large fries, with a small side of  “Braaaiiiins!”.

Damocles however is not an easily discouraged puss. He plans to try again next Halloween – all he needs is a big batch of freshly dead cats, but that is another story…

The Transylvanian Couch Vampire.

 

This shriveled monstrosity  rises up from the Ninth Circle of Hell every Halloween, sneaks into your house while you’re at work, and sucks the life out of your couch. When you return home at the end of your work day and flop down into the victimized piece of furniture, you find the springs are now sticking into your butt, all the padding has mysteriously vanished, and soon you will have to buy a new couch. It is no coincidence that during the rest of the year many Transylvanian Couch Vampires operate furniture stores.

 

Dr Sooty – Monster Maker

Dr Sooty Sullivan spent his college years delving into the records of experiments by such luminaries of the Dark Arts as Baron Frankenstein, Herbert West, and Mariah Carey, and finally realized his ambition of being able to subvert the laws of nature by using a modified iPod and an old electric toaster to turn everyday animals into unholy abominations.

Dr Sullivan’s first success was the Tarantula- Chipmunk hybrid below, a monster who distracts his victims by cutely nibbling on some acorns then suddenly leaping for your throat and noming you to death.

This was quickly followed by Ghost Kitty, who has the ability to appear and disappear at will, making him a great nuisance to everyone, especially when they are on the toilet.

Unfortunately Sooty’s plans for world domination came to an abrupt end when he was hit by a garbage truck while making his way to the local Radio Shack. Sooty wasn’t seriously hurt, but while under sedation at the hospital his incoherent ramblings about his experiments led to what the authorities call an “indefinite  stay” at Bellevue Veterinarian Hospital for Deranged Kitties. As for the results of Dr Sooty’s experiments, they’re still out there somewhere, waiting for the day when Sooty can finally lead them to victory over the world of man…

 

(The stories presented in this anthology are completely true. And if not completely true, then they are at least partly made up.)

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