Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let her go to one of them white folks hotel and see how big she is.
I know nothing about music or what a good song is or what ain't.
That's one of them songs Bessie Smith sang, I believes.
♪ You'll never have to stall My jelly roll ♪
Mr. Irvin told me you boys prefer cash, and that's what I have for you.
Yeah, Ma!
What is you? I don't see your name in lights.
- You worthless! - Let him go!
♪ I went for a walk ♪
I'm gonna have my own band.
- See what you done done? - I said, "Excuse me." Now it's over.
Sturdyvant, get on away from me.
We can do it without Levee. Sylvester, you remember your part?
Come on, Toledo.
♪ They sure do hurt me ♪
♪ Please come home to me ♪
can I introduce my red rooster to your brown hen.
'cause he could arrange it for them.
I don't want $5, Mr. Sturdyvant. I wants to record them songs like you say.
to see his sister who was sick at that time with the consumption.
Officer, what's the matter? What's the problem?
Folks called him a uppity nigger 'cause he done saved and borrowed
Don't make no difference to me if she leave.
Name of Eliza Cotter. Lived in Tuscaloosa County, Alabama.
Nigga, don't you know that's Ma's gal?
Any man who takes a whole week's pay and puts it on some shoes,
He don't know where he walking. He walking down the railroad tracks
If that don't set right with you and Sturdyvant,
I'm talking about this "Black Bottom."
That's all right. I told you what to do.
The blues help you get out of bed in the morning.
Everybody got it.
Leave him alone and let him finish.
- Ma, why don't you sit and relax? - I ain't for no sitting.
Jesus don't love you, nigga. Jesus hate your black ass.
tell you to get up off your ass and rehearse,
This string starting to unravel,
Some mens got it worse than others. Some mens is excited to be a fool.
You ain't heard me play them. That's what's gonna make them sound right.
I was calling the paddy wagon
They hear it come out, but they don't know how it got there.
Here I am. Let him strike me. I ain't scared of him.
We'll get you whatever you need. Sylvester too.
Maybe that's what he done. I don't know.
Come on. I'll carry you down there myself.
said he was committing heresy by dancing with a cross and a Bible.
God ain't never listened to no nigga's prayers.
and wondering why I ain't like that.
♪ You can slide across the floor ♪
♪ When I got there, they began to say ♪
You're just an old trumpet player come a dime a dozen.
about what the boys in the band says.
I ain't started blues way of singing. Blues always been there.
Levee confused about who the boss is. He don't know Ma's the boss.
'cause I don't like it up here noways.
I hit him on the shoulder.
♪ Daddy, Daddy ♪
He's supposed to be here at 1:00.
Get a microphone down here for him.
Come on and save this nigga.
I ain't step on your shoe. Huh? Look at this.
Sure did take y'all a long time. Sylvester, get Irvin.
I'm gonna take you tomorrow to get you some things
It don't mean nothing when I say it. You got to wait for Mr. Irvin to say it.
- This is a brand new car. - Lady...
That's cash money. I don't want no check.
The white man don't care nothing about Ma.
I wasn't but a little boy.
You telling it. Tell it your way. Just make up anything.
Go get the boy a microphone.
Cutler's God! I'm calling Cutler's God!
You supposed to be my manager. Always talking about sticking together.
Hey, watch it, now.
Let him go!
They are gonna sell like crazy.
I ain't talking about what I'm gonna do or you gonna do,
♪ Early one morning 'Bout the break of day ♪
I ain't never been in a recording studio.
"Moonshine Blues," boys.
Mr. Sturdyvant and Mr. Irvin say what's gonna be here.
I know what I'm talking about. You watch.
to haul them to the station, sort everything out.
He steps in front of her to tell his version of things,
Ah…
Don't look at me like that.
Gonna tell me I'm too lazy to rehearse.
They ain't got no use for me then.
I'm talking about what all of us gonna do together.
- You call that playing music? - Hey, I know what I'm doing.
Look at that. That's my shoe.
I'd go on and get them cords and things hooked up right.
Ain't had but a ding.
There was my mama…
from your story, I don't think life treated you fair.
Now that's all there is to it.
Okay, got that straight. Now about this "Moonshine Blues."
Mmm. "Prove It on Me," "Hear Me Talking to You,"
I promised my sister I'd look out for him,
I ain't doing no moonshine nothing. I'm doing "Black Bottom" first.
Style ain't nothing but keeping the same idea from beginning to end.