Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It don't mean nothing!
Don't nobody say when it comes to Ma. She gonna do what she wanna do.
♪ You'll never have to stall Oh, my jelly roll ♪
What you care about how much I read?
- I don't believe we've met. - Hi.
Everybody can't have their own band.
They don't care nothing about me.
from Mr. Hallie's widow woman after he done passed on.
and he's trying to figure out what he gonna do,
You can wait till I get my Coca-Cola. Ain't gonna kill you.
Don't look at me like that.
It started getting dark.
I lets them know it, though. Ma don't stand for no shit.
All right. Let's try again.
What difference it make to you?
♪ I don't bite my tongue ♪
♪ Didn't know which way to go ♪
All right, boys, you… you… d… done…
Nigga, God gonna strike you down with that blasphemy you talking.
You stepped on my shoe with them raggedy-ass clodhoppers.
standing across the street from the station.
Come on. Let's go. Move it out.
It was Cutler.
You trying to tell me what we is and ain't gonna play,
You all just leave Levee alone about the white man.
I got things to do.
I got it all taken care of.
Ain't nobody studying about you and your shoe.
black b… bottom.
White folk don't understand about the blues.
You stay out of the way. Let me handle it.
Okay, Ma. Have it your way,
- That's the only way that man... - What I wants to know is, he a man of God.
got fixed on him wrong and Eliza killed him.
All right. Now I'm gonna tell you something.
We talking about you understanding where you fit in here.
It don't stop at Sigsbee.
Well, go and handle it then.
He stutters, Ma. They say he stutters.
So, yeah…
and what I call a fool are two different things.
Everybody know. It wasn't no secret.
I ain't gonna be too many more of your fools.
♪ Daddy, Daddy ♪
Pocketful of money, just living the life of a rich man.
in the finest clothes you ever seen on a colored man.
I always got to have some music going on in my head somewhere.
I try to take that emptiness and fill it up with something.
Why y'all keep it so hot in here?
♪ Hey, Daddy ♪
Good session, Ma. We've got ourselves some winners!
Slow Drag, where you learn to play that bass at?
You done stepped on my shoes.
Called me, say, "Levee, you the man of the house now."
I ain't studying Levee nothing. I know what he done to that song.
That's the trouble with colored folks, always looking to have a good time.
"Ma Rainey's Black Bottom." Levee's arrangement.
- I don't know why you tell that lie. - You let me tell the story?
You stay out of my way about what I do and say.
He gonna do the part. I don't wanna hear any more of this shit
She's standing there frying that chicken when them mans come and took a hold of her
Come on. Sign the forms, huh?
I heard her when she call you.
play the piece and stop complaining.
I ain't had no trouble cashing mine.
- He did good. - All you gotta do is set your mind to it.
I said, "Excuse me."
Excuse me there, Levee.
Go on, tell it your way.
Oh!
The people in the big city? They want something with some fire to it.
and then he took off one day. I ain't never seen him since.
Dussie Mae! Sit your ass down and stop flaunting yourself around.
till we figure out what's going on with this "Black Bottom."
You decided, huh? I'm just a bump on a log.
♪ He don't care a thing for me ♪
Come on and turn your back on me.
They got some clothes up here they ain't got in Memphis.
Now death? Death got some style.
Whoo!
That's the way it go around here.
♪ I had the blues so bad ♪
All right. Don't worry about messing up.
He keep messing around with Ma's gal, his feet be out there scraping the ground.