Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good, you boys are rehearsing, I see.

Clear it out. Come on. Let's go.

- He did better than I thought he would. - My baby.

Yeah. Shit, you colored and you can make 'em some money,

Always agitating somebody with that old philosophy bullshit.

He's standing there,

Yes, sir, you boys really know your business. Twenty-five for you.

Oh, I ain't meant nothing. I was just asking.

- Get the boy his money! - Okay.

Start sticking.

I got it, Ma. I'll take care of everything.

You got some leftovers. That's what it is.

They was scared I was gonna bleed to death.

I knows about it. The excitement is something else.

I got sense enough to know that.

I wouldn't worry about it if I was you. Ma'll get it straightened out.

Levee left the hotel talking about he was gonna buy shoes.

How in the hell the boy gonna do the part if he can't even talk?

She's late and already...

I might not play nothing. I might just quit.

Tell you something, Irvin, and you can go up there and you can tell Sturdyvant too.

I don't need nobody getting something for nothing

As long as it ain't no check. I ain't got no use for a check.

♪ "I wanna see that dance They call the black bottom" ♪

You say, uh, you Ma's nephew?

I knows how to play real music, not this old jug-band shit.

A fool cause it to happen. Like Levee.

It's just a scratch, and they'll have it ready for you this afternoon.

so he's gonna do the voice intro to the song my way.

Come talking that shit to me. Talking about burning in hell.

One of them reached up and tore his cross off his neck,

Like I said, while I was waiting for the paddy wagon,

I ain't step on your shoe. What you wanna step on my shoe for?

♪ Please, baby, let me have it all ♪

♪ "I wanna learn that dance" ♪

Nigga got them long fingers striding all over the piano.

He's supposed to have his own money.

laying to get them eight or nine men.

She ain't hit him. He just fell.

Wonderful. We got that, boys.

Levee, what were you doing? Why you playing all them notes?

Come on, what you scared of?

I done experienced it. Make you feel good to be a fool.

I ain't rehearsing nothing.

Right down the hall.

Mr. Sturdyvant gonna have to wait. It's the band's time.

Carry my nephew on down there.

He's supposed to get paid like everybody else.

White folks try to be put out with you all the time.

Now you take and you eat that stew.

Irvin misunderstood me.

Straighten that out.

and you ain't had nothing to say except, "Yessir!"

I could see where it wasn't gonna do her any good.

When you get your money, send some of it home to your mama.

Go back to my tour. I don't need to go through all this.

Levee ain't gonna quit.

run them into each other, and 'cause they crash,

And they gonna treat me the way I want to be treated

That's what we're waiting to find out.

This be an empty world without the blues.

He bumped into me and fell down.

Mr. Sturdyvant, sir. I done already got my band picked out.

Last time there was six songs.

Keep it in tip-top order.

I'm ready if you want to rehearse. I said there ain't no point in it.

Say it's on the list he gave.

Now he look around the station. He don't see no colored folks nowhere.

What? Mr. Irvin said we're using my version.

There you go. That's who I am.

I didn't know you could write music.

Different tribes and things.

Ain't but one train come out of Tallahassee headed north to Atlanta.

That's when you and Slow Drag come in with the rhythm,

where this train done left him in this strange town.

It was coming on planting time,

He reached back, grabbed hold of that knife,

I wrote that other part just like you say. It go like…

And 25 for you.

Ain't nobody studying you.

Skin changing. Different molecules. Everything.

Look at what you done to my shoe, nigga.

Damn what the band say. You supposed to have my Coca-Cola. You knew that.

I says what the matter is with the band. I say who can and can't do what.

He gonna put out what she want him to put out.

Straighten them up and look nice. Like a gentleman.

I said, the colored man ought to be doing more

What kind of a heart I got beating here!

Something's been added by that song.

You got that? Heh. All right, let me hear you do it one time.

You're supposed to play the song like I sing it.

No. The problem's with the kid's mic.

Why isn't she here? And where's that horn player?

I done give Mr. Sturdyvant some of my songs I wrote,

You let one mess with me, I'll show you how spooked up I am.