A Ass Pocket Of Whiskey


a ass pocket of whiskey

A Ass Pocket of Whiskey is a collaborative album by the American Delta bluesman R. L. Burnside and the American punk blues band Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, released on Matador Records on 18 June 1996. The style might be described as lo-fi storytelling garage punk-blues rock with explicit lyrics.

Whatever it is rocks like a mutha. R. L. kills it. Jon Spencer’s got it. Let the music do the talking. Play Loud

He Rocks

He Rocks

R. L. Burnside (November 23, 1926 – September 1, 2005), born Robert Lee Burnside, was a North Mississippi hill country blues singer, songwriter, and guitarist who lived much of his life in and around Holly Springs, Mississippi. He played music for much of his life, but did not receive much attention until the early 1990s. In the latter half of the 1990s, Burnside repeatedly recorded with Jon Spencer, garnering crossover appeal and introducing his music to a new fanbase within the underground punk blues music scene.

The Criminal Inside Me

5 thoughts on “A Ass Pocket Of Whiskey

  1. Well, well. well…a breath of fresh air! I had a copy of “Too Bad Jim” before I got this disc and at that time I sort of had a notion that Jon Spencer was kind of a phoney, not to mention that he used to beat up an original Theremin at his shows…He should have just given it to me instead! However, this “Ass Pocket” made a believer out of me. I even went out and bought a T-Shirt from Fat Possum with the cover art on it. It never fails to raise an eyebrow. This whole record smokes and transports the listener to places that they probably aren’t quite sure they might want to go. Reminds me of a cab ride in Baton Rouge, La. one night after driving for 48 hours straight from California. You and me, jumpin’ out of our truck and into a cab, tellin’ the driver the address of the now defunkt Tabby’s Blues Box. We were on a mission. When we arrived to this venue without even a sign on the front and in not such a good part of town. Night had fallen hard and our African American driver turns his head around and says “Are you sure you guys wanna go in there? I don’t think I would go in there!” “Oh yeah, we’re sure!” We jumped out and thanked our good natured driver who stood by for a minute, watching us to see if we were gonna stay. We moved toward the door of the “club”. Someone sitting at a folding card table just inside charged us what might have been two dollars. We entered the room that was lit with a single red light bulb where a few scattered patrons (maybe eight people)averted their gaze in our direction. To the left was this old black guy with a silver Hard Hat on, playing a beat up old guitar. He sounded like blood, mud & magic. Ahead of us was the tiny makeshift bar…we both simultaneously decided that if we were to get murdered in this place that it would be well worth it. We proceed to head straight for the whiskey. The musician, we found out, was Silas Hogan. He was everything we were looking for in this possible misadventure. It was great talking to him after he finished. We got him to autograph the singles we bought of his tune “Hairy Leg Women” that he was hocking from a small suitcase. He was the real deal. We bought him some grapefruit juice and we all raised our drinks and said cheers. We did die that night, and wound up in blues heaven. You know the rest. Anyway back to this Ass Pocket. This is a must own for any non-blues-believers….if only for the end of the R.L. staple tune, “Snakedrive” this is one of the most manic three seconds ever put to disc. “The Criminal” makes me wonder..”Did he kiss his Mother with that mouth?” I was lucky enough to see R.L. twice before he left us…Once on a double bill with T Model Ford. In closing if you folks out there haven’t seen the “You See Me Laughin'” DVD. Give it a spin and get a taste of four of the most dynamic blues knuckleheads on the Fat Possum label. R.L. Burnside, Junior Kimbrough, Cedel Davis and T-Model Ford. Great posting!

  2. I still have my autographed copy of “Hairy Leg Woman” b/w “Bad Little Puppy”, and will post it sometime soon. When I do I’ll just use your comment for text, as your memory needs no correcting, although I thought the singles came out of his guitar case.
    And you forgot to mention our cabbie gave me a card with a phone number for the cab compant. I called, it was after 2 am, and we got the same driver. We were pretty lit and told him what a great party they had going there.

  3. And I used to have doubts about Jon Spencer, but I’ve heard too much that suggests he’s the real deal. Heavy Trash for instance. And a collaboration with the North Mississippi All Stars.

  4. That was such a powerful night. I felt like I was Gumby walking into a book about the history of the blues. Everything was hyper vivid. We were exhausted but we knew what we had to do. On our third wind and three sheet to the wind as well. I think you got me on the selling records from the guitar case deal. And here I thought my brain was still functioning. Nothing like a rented moving truck with pink flamingos tied to the vertical curb feelers and three thousand miles of road in your face.

  5. Thass wut I calls tone in da pocket!! I luvs, luvs, luvs dat shit… And don’t y’all fergit “Wish I was in heaven sittin’ down”. I knows he is, yessuh. As the great theologian Lightnin’ Hopkins put it, “I’m black and I’m evil, but I did not make myself”. Amen.

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