Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come here a minute. I need to talk to you.

Soon as you get the chance.

I'm trying to sing my song and you messing up my ear.

It's not that. It's more of what the people want.

"Ma Rainey's Black Bottom."

♪ Oooh… ♪

- Cutler. - Ma'am?

I just sat down and I figured I was a fool

Like I say, it's $5 apiece. That's what I'll pay ya.

♪ Oh, how my corns did bark ♪

You stepped on my shoe.

Mmm. Damn, baby.

♪ I felt like going on the mountain ♪

♪ I can't wear me no sharp-toed shoes ♪

We'll be ready to go when Madam says so.

I'll see what I can do.

You playing the music and looking for your next piece of pussy same as we is.

- I want you to look nice for me, hmm? - Mmm-hmm.

Then move them out the way.

Relax and breathe, and everything's gonna be all right.

I bet you sound like the midnight train to Alabama

I'm tired of you as it is. I ain't but two seconds off your ass, noway.

The man's standing there trying to figure out what he gonna do,

- Ma, we didn't record the song. - Shit!

See? I told you you could do it!

I ain't like you, Cutler. I got talent.

I'm gonna record that song and show you how it's supposed to go.

I talked to her last night. Got everything straight.

And laughed about it.

You can't eat it all.

Slow Drag, Sylvester. Go on, baby.

Y'all want to make records, better get a fan on.

Sure, Ma. Just… sign these forms.

better for him here in America.

Soon awhile they began to make one big stew.

and throw his money away on.

Uh, Ma, look…

I done told you it ain't about your music. It's about Ma's music.

That's what I wanna know.

But first he's got to know that he's a leftover.

- Listen to me... - What happened?

and they drove me up to Doc Albans.

Oh, Levee's version. We're using Levee's arrangement.

I'm getting me some good fellas. Know how to play real sweet music.

Nigga got them clodhoppers. Old brogans.

Must have been eight or nine of 'em.

I ain't meant nothing by it.

than God got ways to count.

Niggas been having a good time before you was born,

I'm gonna ignore you 'cause you're ignorant.

They off somewhere rehearsing.

You ain't got to tell me. I know how Levee do.

- That's some good Chicago bourbon. - Look here, Cutler!

What you want me to do?

was to sing for some of his white friends.

♪ Who's crazy About all the latest dances ♪

Now, the only colored restroom they had

and you gotta transfer at Moultrie to get it.

You're gonna smile and say the line. Then we gonna get goin'.

Will you let us play this song? We been playing before you was born.

What he do that for? Toledo, what you do that for?

Oh, yeah. Oh, Levee. Uh, I thought about it.

He don't know what's getting into these fellas' minds,

I done give some of my songs to Mr. Sturdyvant.

While he's in the outhouse, the train go off and leave without him.

You think I care about being fired? I don't care.

Toledo started all that about the door. I'm just saying that things change.

If you talking about they done switched rooms, you right.

But if they wanna call me the Mother of Blues,

What were you and Sturdyvant doing up there?

They tracked him down in the woods.

You wouldn't know your right from left. And damn if that door wasn't there.

Turn your back on me! Come on!

♪ You can dance at any hall ♪

♪ I wanna learn that dance ♪

We're gonna get you back in here real soon. Twenty-five.

If you can't accept that, then the hell with it.

I don't visit no whore houses.

Let me worry about what's on the list.

and what he's gonna do to him.

but if I could play them, I'd set them down in the people's lap.

Better have my car fixed right.

Yessir, we rehearsing. We know them songs real good.

We packed them in in Memphis, Birmingham, Atlanta.

Yeah. Now I'm ready.

Hey, Slow Drag.

I married her with all the good intentions and graces of being hooked up,

Sure done got quiet in here.

♪ You can dance at any hall ♪

than all them other recording artists they got put together,

Come on, Ma. I took care of everything, didn't I?

was frying up some chicken when them mans come in the house.

We got her charged with assault and battery.

- I was trying to keep up with him. - That's what you supposed to do.

What I wants to know is,

I'm singing Ma Rainey's song, not Levee's song.

If he mess up, he'll do it till he get it right.

Carry my nephew on down there. Introduce him to the band.

why didn't God strike some of them crackers down?

when he noticed a couple of white fellas

I know a man sold his soul to the devil.

Who? Who say he can't do it? What boys say he can't do it?

He can have my whole handprint if he want to.

I know what I'm doing. Let me handle him my way.