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The Busted Jug Band

by The Busted Jug Band

Great Jug Band Music with an irreverent vaudevillian spin -- kazoos, washboard, mandolin, banjo-uke, washtub bass, harmonica, jug, slide whistle, bicycle horns and slide guitar!
Genre: Blues: Acoustic Blues
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  Song Share Time Download
1. When the Sun Goes Down in Harlem
2:51 $0.99
2. Ev'rything I Got Belongs to You
3:00 $0.99
3. Lindberg Hop (Overseas Stomp)
2:52 $0.99
4. Dusting the Frets
2:56 $0.99
5. Fourth Street Mess Around
3:00 $0.99
6. Tappin' That Thing
2:24 $0.99
7. Jack, I'm Mellow
2:37 $0.99
8. If You're a Viper
3:42 $0.99
9. Viper Mad
2:30 $0.99
10. It's Movin' Day
1:43 $0.99
11. Ukulele Lady
3:14 $0.99
12. Alley Boogie
2:07 $0.99
13. My Prayer
2:50 $0.99
14. You May Leave, But This Will Bring You Back
3:03 $0.99
15. Jug Band Waltz
2:23 $0.99
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Album Notes
High energy music from the 1920s & 30s played by men in top hats and derbies. A festive romp through time featuring group vocals, swinging rhythms and novel instrumentation. Kazoos, washboard, mandolin, banjo-uke, washtub bass, harmonica, jug, slide whistle, slide guitar and bicycle horns. The Busted Jug Band largely plays the music of black street bands of the early 20th Century, with a pizazz all their own.

"I first met the members of the Busted Jug Band between sets in the alley outside a Camberville pub early on during their mulit-year residency. I figured they were poor, what with their habitual appeal to the audience for funds, but it didn’t prepare me for what I saw: five grown men (well, four are actually grown) gathered around, sharing one cigarette. They seemed happy enough, though, and as it went around the circle, they began to reveal their story. I started getting happy, too.

Smiling Hernando Slim (aka Pee Wee Wheatgrass), bonified Diva and self-styled King-of-the-Street-Singers-in-exile (“I refuse to work under these conditions!”) is the de-facto leader of this band of anarchists. On his move to indoor venues, he says, “It was time to come in from the cold if I wanted to grow musically.” Strange choice of words from a man who plays the ukulele because it makes him look bigger.

Mr. Rev. Dr. Kayola O'La worked as a mountebank, drawing crowds with his sweet tenor before pitching his “Miracle Tonic.” It was inevitable he and Slim cross paths, given their mutual taste for the Great American Songbook as well as laudanum, an active (and unlisted) ingredient in Byrne’s cure-all. Known throughout the land, especially by women and always by different names, a sloppy-drunk jam with Wheatgrass convinced O'La to seek refuge in the Seven Hills of Somerville. (Or was it the mounting warrants and paternity suits?)

Speaking of suits, Professor (emeritus) Early Bird lived in an ivory tower with a wool sports jacket and patched elbows, turning out fan fiction between teaching expository writing to millennials. Until he got caught smoking banana peels with students in their dormitory. He claimed it was “research,” but from there it was a short fall into the blues, the harmonica, the musical jug and, finally, the band.

“Speaking of musical jugs,” I asked, “What makes you guys want to play century-old music on obsolete instruments?”

“Obsolete?!” shouted Rude Boy, resident washboard player and former juvenile delinquent, “I’ll scrub that damn nose off your face!”

“Calm down, Rude Boy!” cried Slim, stepping between us. “We won’t bail you out again,” he said before turning to me. “I’ll thank you not to use that word. Rude Boy spent years developing his specific arsenal of percussion, and in his hands it’s a weapon.” I had a feeling he meant that literally.

“And I think you’ll find,” added Lefty Boom-Boom, the jug band’s low-end specialist, “My Boom Bass is the Cadillac of one-string basses.” Lefty is the group’s often-silent philosopher, a skill he honed over years of working as a model for cigar store Indians. “We retreat,” he added, “from that which pursues us.”

I guess that explains their repertoire and approach to fame.

“We’re committed to performing this music authentically,” squawked Early Bird, “That’s why we don’t use amplifiers.”

I suspect the motive was laziness, although the plan seems to have backfired: their stage set includes an ever-expanding collection of cheap lights, old photographs, rubber chickens, pink flamingos and bulb horns, adding visual excitement to their dulcet tones and spot-on renditions of songs that were a hit before your mother was born. And her mother. Music didn’t get any better after jug bands; it just got different. I floated back into the club with these other jug-heads, so glad I went outside to check the cloud cover with them."

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