"In 2016, where an always-connected generation screams for attention through new, often contrived definitions of “cool” and surprisingly predictable proclamations of uniqueness, singer and spoken word artist Tony Adamo arrives seemingly from nowhere as a true anachronism: a performer who is authentically “cool” in a timeless, almost reckless way that almost no popular artist today can match." SOULTRACKS
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Funkin' At The Chickin Shack Lyrics Tony Adamo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3R02iKGwao
Funkin' At The Chickin Shack
Lyrics
Tony Adamo
Ft: Mike Clark & Tony Adamo
Produced By: Mike Clark
Funkin AT THE CHICKEN SHACK – Tony Adamo – 1990/HIPSPOKEN’ WORD
Jimmy Smith was laying down an incredible riff on a wall of kinetic sound that was oozing out of my car radio/
I was on my way back from a singing gig at an Indian Restaurant Saturday night is jazz night in the City by the Bay/
On my approach to the Bay Bridge I could see the fog was cold and watery wet as it lay low and crept along like solders on night patrol in Vietnam/
I steered my Chevy Nova like it was a priceless Lamborghini into the musical transition of thought No traffic on the B Bridge…2:00AM on the steel span and all was right with me/
Jimmy smith with friends Kenny Burrell, Stanley Turrenting, and drummer, Donald “Duck” Bailey were my musical guides for the ride/
I dug deep as I had to slow down, the fog was horror movie thick/
Now I had time to think to the 100th power Sho’ ‘ nuff and came up with Don Patterson, RIChard groove holm,Charles Earland, George Fame, Wild Bill Davis, Shirley Scott, Big John Patton, Baby Face Willette, Larry Young, Brother Jack McDuff, Jimmy MaGriff./
That’s where it’s at baby the royal bloodline of B-3 players who brought us into R&B, Pop, Rock & Roll and Soul Jazz. Into the swingin’ feature goes Joey “D”. No boundaries, no limits/
Bridge:
Back at the Chicken Shack people dancin’ to a kookin’ groove
Breakin’ out into a funk sweat
Boogie sounds brewin’ from the B-3
Your twisted sister never danced like that
Reuben Wilson and his killer sounds was a stackin’ the beat shakin’ the Chicken Shack down to its feet
What a beautiful and dynamic management of mind, body and intellect goes into coaxing Soul Jazz out of a fat Hammond B-3 organ/
Was it the foggy, misty, jazzy night? Or…was it that I actually got paid to sing Jazz?/
No! It was Jimmy Smith’s playin’ that was vibbin’ me along the steel rail the joyous atmosphere that hung in dense textures of musical thought was punctuating my life like bayonets turning to thumb prints on the consciousness of my creative mind. It was in thick reference to the wet fog rippling across the bridge, like fingers on a Hammond B3, Jimmy and me……free to be
Jimmy Smith was laying down an incredible riff on a wall of kinetic sound that was oozing out of my car radio/
I was on my way back from a singing gig at an Indian Restaurant Saturday night is jazz night in the City by the Bay/
On my approach to the Bay Bridge I could see the fog was cold and watery wet as it lay low and crept along like solders on night patrol in Vietnam/
I steered my Chevy Nova like it was a priceless Lamborghini into the musical transition of thought No traffic on the B Bridge…2:00AM on the steel span and all was right with me/
Jimmy smith with friends Kenny Burrell, Stanley Turrenting, and drummer, Donald “Duck” Bailey were my musical guides for the ride/
I dug deep as I had to slow down, the fog was horror movie thick/
Now I had time to think to the 100th power Sho’ ‘ nuff and came up with Don Patterson, RIChard groove holm,Charles Earland, George Fame, Wild Bill Davis, Shirley Scott, Big John Patton, Baby Face Willette, Larry Young, Brother Jack McDuff, Jimmy MaGriff./
That’s where it’s at baby the royal bloodline of B-3 players who brought us into R&B, Pop, Rock & Roll and Soul Jazz. Into the swingin’ feature goes Joey “D”. No boundaries, no limits/
Bridge:
Back at the Chicken Shack people dancin’ to a kookin’ groove
Breakin’ out into a funk sweat
Boogie sounds brewin’ from the B-3
Your twisted sister never danced like that
Reuben Wilson and his killer sounds was a stackin’ the beat shakin’ the Chicken Shack down to its feet
What a beautiful and dynamic management of mind, body and intellect goes into coaxing Soul Jazz out of a fat Hammond B-3 organ/
Was it the foggy, misty, jazzy night? Or…was it that I actually got paid to sing Jazz?/
No! It was Jimmy Smith’s playin’ that was vibbin’ me along the steel rail the joyous atmosphere that hung in dense textures of musical thought was punctuating my life like bayonets turning to thumb prints on the consciousness of my creative mind. It was in thick reference to the wet fog rippling across the bridge, like fingers on a Hammond B3, Jimmy and me……free to be
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Lyrics & Art By Tony Adamo
MILES OF BLUE
By
Tony Adamo
(Nov.25,’05) Hipspoken’ Word
I walked into a little jazz dive off
125th and Lex
a cold wind blew me through the swingin’
doors/
Beer, peanuts, dark smoke and the smell
of times gone by laid me out like I was a hit man in a deep freeze/
I was in the mood to get down
I was in the mood to get down
not just any get down mood, but a funky
jazzy get down highlife mood that would shake me down to the bone/
Now how was that gonna happen/
On walls above the bar were pixs of
Jimmy Smith, Brother Jack McDuff, Shirley Scott and larry Young/
Had I come from nowhere to find somewhere?/
On the ceiling were old and tattered
playbills of past greats: Miles, Mingus, Monk, Train, Diz and the Bird/
They had come in the early AM over the
years to jam on tiny a tiny stage that gave birth to a new musical word/
A jazzy sophistication accented by a
hipness in thought. A complex amazingly
beautiful musical abstraction of pure melody line/
Can you dig it? I had to sit down/ My head was spinnin’ fast thinking about the
possibilities that Monk, Diz and the Bird had pushed into one fat chord/ Their musically original ideas gave birth to
a spontaneous explosion of hybrid scales and hip to the bone atmospherical,
improvisational, thoroughly impossible, but not improbable jazz notes of
wonderment that had a residual harmonic effect upon our lives and souls/ Man I
was in deep/ There was no turning back
now I felt a tap on my shoulder/
I turned and looked up into a wise
face. A face that said are you walkin or
drinkin?. I ordered a Brave Bull light
on the rocks/
You got to be cool……nine miles of blue.
You got to get it right
With Miles and the gang you can see the
light.
You got to be hip…….nine miles on a blue
trip.
No live music was in this joint, but Lou
Donulson was lighting up the jukebox with his funky alligator boogaloo/
My mind kept tripping back to Miles,
Mingus, Monk, Train, Diz and the Bird.
Maybe it was the ghost of times gone by or just the vibe of the room/ Whatever it was, I was in the zone of
thought, the abstract thought of musical truth/
Those cats were the jazz architects of
the new sound dimensions that colored our black and white lives/
A jazzy soul drenched feel that seeped
in and saturated our dull existence and musically brought us closer to the Love
Supreme/
You got to be cool……nine miles of blue.
You got to get it right
With Miles and the gang you can see the
light.
You got to be hip…….nine miles on a blue
trip.
So what you may say! So what!
Their music changed our performance in life. The force of their powerful presence leaves
you spellbound. We all started to take
Giant Steps around Midnight. Yeah…nine
miles of blue.
You got to be cool……nine miles of blue.
You got to get it right
With Miles and the gang you can see the
light.
You got to be hip…….nine miles on a blue
trip.
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