Yesterday at Starbucks, I made an impulse buy and bought one of their featured CDs in front of the register: Back in New Orleans. As you might remember, I'm a big fan of the South, and I love me some NOLA music. A long time ago, I had a really cool compilation cassette of New Orleans music, put out by Rhino Records. But that's long-gone. Anyway, I tore open the package, and drove around while the music started. The first song is by The Meters, and their song "Hey, Pocky A-Way" immediately reminded me Little Feat.
Like Creedence Clearwater Revival, Little Feat is a band from California that confuses people into thinking they're from the Deep South, because of their sound and subject (see CCR's "Born on the Bayou," Little Feat's "Dixie Chicken.")
But front man and founder Lowell George was from Southern California, and that's where the band was formed, after George had a brief stint in Frank Zappa's Mothers of Invention. (If there's one musician/band that I've never understood the appeal of, it would be Zappa. It's like highbrow Dr. Demento stuff to me.)
Lowell George was just packed full of talent, as a musician but especially as a songwriter. Out of the literally hundreds of songs that I love to death, "Dixie Chicken" is right up there in my top 10: it puts a smile on my face, makes me want to dance, and tells a helluva good story. (And it takes place in the South.)
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With all the other artists that I've profiled in my L.A. Music series, I've had a clear idea of what song I wanted to feature here. I had a heck of a time picking this week. There's just so many Little Feat songs that I love: "Willin'," "Feats Don't Fail Me Now," "Tripe Face Boogie," "Oh, Atlanta," etc. etc.
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"Put my money in your meter, babe
So it won't run down,
Cause you caught me in a squeeze play
On the cheesy side of town
Throw me a dime, throw me a line,
Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub
With the blues."
Well, like the song says: All I want in this life of mine is some good clean fun. But now I also want a muffaletta. And a beer. And to be right there down in the French Quarter, on a hot spring day. Ah, well. At least it's Friday.
Enjoy! And have yourself a funky-good weekend.