Billboard’s Greatest Hits – Part III
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“Country Love Ballads” – The Louvin Brothers
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Track Listing
“Bros Before Hoes”
“I Love You Like A Brother…Only More”
“Tonight I Wanna Be Your Brother”
“He Ain’t Single, He’s My Brother!”
“My Brother, My Brother, My Wife”
“Papa Don’t Preach”
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“Come To The Chapel”-Carroll Atchison
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Track Listing
“Meet You At The Chapel At 4:00 Sharp”
“It’s Go Time”
“What Are You, Chicken Shit?”
“Carroll’s Gonna Take You To Church”
“Get Ready To Have Your Ass Handed To You On A Collection Plate”
“You Ain’t Gonna Know What Hit You”
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“Jay Morse Sings I Know, I Know”
Track Listing
“I Know, I Know”
“I Know, I Know”
“I Know, I Know”
“I Know, I Know”
“I Know, I Know”
“I Know, I Know, I Know” (Extended version)
“Je Sais, Je Sais” (French version)
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“Can I Borrow A Feelin’?”- Cody Matherson
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Track Listing
“Jonesing For a Feelin’”
“Please, Man, All’s I Need Is A Feelin’ Or Two To Get Me Through ‘Till Payday”
“I Know You Spotted Me Last Time, But I Paid You Back Didn’t I?”
“C’mon…Help A Brother Out”
“Cool…I’ll Get An Ounce Of Relaxed And Two Tabs Of Groovy”
“Thanks Man, You’re Feelin’s Are The Shit…”
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“Counting Five In Sweden”- Joe Newman
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Track Listing
“One, Two, Four…Wait, Let Me Start Again”
“One, Two, Eleventeen…Oh, Crap!”
One…Ok, Now I’m Nervous”
“Why Is This So Hard?”
“Quit Laughing, You’re Giving Me A Complex”
“I Swear, I Can Totally Do This In The States”
Really?
Oooh, Cody Matherson’s come hither stare and tantilizing ’stache
is so enticing. It makes a gal wanna!
Oh, wait, I think I feel a Feelin” coming on-, Look Out! Here It Comes!!!
Oh, wait, I am saving my eroticism for marriage.
Sorry!
haha!
Your “eroticism” mantra sounds oddly familiar, Msundersthood…I have a feeling that you and I may be of similar religious beliefs.
You don’t happen to be Mormonologist, do you?
These are not real, are they? Tell me you’re photo shopping and pulling some graphic wizardry here, Bschooled!
Once I stopped laughing hysterically at the first two albums (“What are You, Chicken Shit?” put me on the floor – in a good way), I was looking for that famous song from Cody Matherson’s early days; “Can I Burrow One of Your Good Eyes, and a Decent Shirt?”
This was released shortly after his southern ballad; “I went for the Burt Reynolds Look, but got Hoodwinked by Inbreeding”.
Also, if you look closely at Joe Newman’s “hand dancing”, you can discern a clumsy roach-pass going on. The History Channel revealed that they were actually in Amsterdam, which explains why there’s a woman standing at each window in the background. Good ol’ Randy Joe!
My God, the memories you bring back, B. The late night dancing to “repeat word title songs” like “Louie Louie”, “Bang Bang (He Shot Me Down)”, and “I Know, I Know”. The horrible acid-fueled panic as we scrambled to replace phonograph needles and dust albums, only to discover that the singer was actually repeating words over and over! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (maniacal laughter)!
Where the hell was I . . ?
Oh . . . GREAT blog! CAPS LOCK WORTHY! CAPS LOCK WORTHY! [Repeat praise]
Thank you for the expressive caps lock, Invasive1. I’m humbled.
I wish I was able to pull off that kind of graphic wizardry, but unfortunately, unless the graphic wizardry was done before I stumbled upon these hit (and miss) not-quite silver albums, they are the real deal.
As for Cody Matherson’s early works, I had no idea he even had previous hits. But thanks to you and your mention of these two Grammy-worthy hit songs, I now know what I want in my stocking this Christmas! (Without giving too much away, let’s just say he’s wearing a baby-blue wifebeater…)
Anyway, thank-you for sharing your memories, Invasive1. It’s always a treat when I get to experience LSD flashbacks through your (and Scott’s) eyes. For real.
For your information,
“Can I Burrow One of Your Good Eyes, and a Decent Shirt?”
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“I went for the Burt Reynolds Look, but got Hoodwinked by Inbreeding”
Was really big in Europe at the time.
I was in finishing school in Germany at the time, and I know this.
Invasive1,
Scoff if you must, but believe me, any European girl would give her
“good eye” for a mustache ride on the Cody Matherson thrill machine!
She’s right. I heard those European chicks are pretty open-minded…
I never doubt you for a second, msundersthood, especially with Bschooled confirming your observation, to set my brief tailspin right again (I’d say “help me to see straight again,” but it would seem to be mocking the talented Cody Matherson).
I have no doubt that Cody’s mustache has tickled the tackle box of many admirers, with his eye (albeit crooked) on the prize above.
I’ve seen news coverage of those wild “Hoff Raves” in Germany during the height of “Knight Rider”, and France paying homage to Jerry Lewis, like, forever. I totally understand.
On a more personal level; I’ll never forget a bizarre night in Rio (one of many), driving past a gated enclosure full of Burt Reynolds “Bandit” Trans Ams, with armed guards, like some kind of bizarre cult. What we mock and take advantage of here in the states, often becomes revered and adopted as part of many foreign cultures, yes? Columbia always bumps it up a notch or two (You like coffee? You’ll LOVE Peruvian marching powder!), but I digress.
Or flashback . . . it’s hard to tell these days.
Thanks again!
Okay, let me stop laughing so I can type! Okay, I can’t stop laughing so if my typing is a bit wonky you’ll know why.
The old classics! They just don’t make them like they used to. I mean whatever happened to the good old lyrics. Who couldn’t lose themselves for hours (okay, maybe an exaggeration – might be more like minutes) in the extended version of Jay Morse’s “I know…I know”. I tried to listen to the French track, but it drove me crazy not being able to understand what he was saying.
I feel the same way, Talon.
I remember taking long family road trips as a teenager, where my Father would pop “I Know, I Know” into the 8-track of his ‘91 Chevy Suburban (he wasn’t a big fan of CD players so he had it specially installed), and my sister and I would sing our hearts out, along with the “all-knowing Jay”. It was always great fun…that is, until we got to the French version.
After that, we’d usually just pull out our walkmans and listen to Nirvana.
Good stuff all around, bschooled. Truly a collection worth 1 penny per album for the first 5 albums and then $18.99 + $7.50 shipping/mishandling thereafter.
Let’s break it down, patented CLT-list style: (patent pending and currently being violated elsewhere by Scott, Alan, FJ and our host, bschooled. And by “violated” I mean turned out like the “town pump,” if you’re picking up what I’m laying down.)
1. The Louvin Brothers had several disagreements during the recording of their magum opus. There was a lot of discussion as to whether or not “country” had a “o.” Brother A pointed out that it did, to which Bro. B replied, “Well, just because there’s an ‘o’ in ours doesn’t mean it needs to go everywhere.” They reached a compromise by placing an ‘o’ in country and a ‘u’ in Louvin, thus sparing their immediately family and extremely close relatives the embarrassment of bringing home an obscene album jacket that implied that their favorite brothers were actually each other’s favorites. Repeatedly.
2. Historians and musiconomists worldwide have yet to answer the question as to which of the antagonistic people on the album cover is actually Carroll. Some have speculated that the photo would indicate that it was taken back in the day when people named their sons “Carroll” in hopes that they would beat the fuck out of non-Baptists.
Others believe that the grouchy “bitch” next to the man is Carroll, based mainly on Ted Levine’s (of Upper Midwest Music Reviewer) theory that he knows one bitch named Carroll and therefore, all bitchy women are named Carroll.
Still others speculate that one of the children in the background is Carroll and would be able to narrow this down for sure if the picture detail would allow them to search for visible bruises.
3. Jay Morse was never one to let his lack of vocal chords stand in the way of his music career. Fortunately, he was able to tap out his powerful ballads and other whiny emo crap using the Code after which he was named.
4. Yes, Cody. You may. Here’s “inadequate,” “like shit,” “nauseous,” “like I got rode hard and put away wet,” and “ugly.”
5. Joe Newman simulataneously answers two of the questions that have furrowed our collective brows since the beginning of time:
- How many black men are there in Sweden?
- Where all the white women at?
Thanks for the scintillating collection, bschooled. And a round of applause for your unmoderated comment thread, which allows me (and many others) to abuse it with such regularity and at such length.
Thank you for the brilliant list, CLT. And once again I apologize for my constant pumping of your pending patent. But what can I say, imitation is the something something flattery…(or something like that.)
I had no prior knowledge of the “behind the scenes scenes” of any of these artists, namely Mr. and Mr. Louvin. And to be honest, I’m shocked. Having never had a brother, I just assumed this album expressed how all brothers felt about each other. You know, like the Hansen Brothers, The Jonas Brothers, Don and York, etc.
But now I’m starting to get the feeling that maybe there was more to their relationship than what would be considered “the norm”. And if this is indeed the case, then I feel sorry for their significant others. (And to answer your question, yes, I do irony much.)
Because I don’t know what a musiconomist is (or a Baptist for that matter), I’ll have to get back to you the on Carroll/Carroll debacle. The only thing I know for sure is that he/she/they must have cut a few “non-religious bitches” in their time.
As for Jay and his code, all I can say is .. / -.-. .- -. / – — – .- .-.. .-.. -.– / … . . / .— .- -.– / -.. — .. -. –. / – …. .- -.
For real.
I heard that I Cody eventually OD’d on “like I got rode hard and put away wet.” Sad, really. He had so much potential.
And finally, when it comes to Joe, I really don’t know what to say. Considering he was one of only eleventeen black men in Sweden at the time, I don’t blame him for being a little flustered. Especially since all the white women were constantly after him, trying to find out if it was true what they say…
Thanks again, CLT. I’m proud to say that thanks to Google and my “Subliminal Wit’ night classes, 80% of the time I’m able to pick up what you put down. The other 20% is what makes you genius-like.
You’ve surpassed yourself Bschooled,
I don’t know how you tracked it down but I’ll have you know that Carroll Atchison was a dear friend of mine back in the old days. As you know he was a great singer, a charismatic figure and a feisty man who was always ready to beat the love of God into you with his gigantic meat hooks.
What you may not know is that the “woman” standing next to Carroll on the cover is actually Caroll himself dressed as his alter ego Carol Achinforsome. (It was a pre-Abobe venture into photo manipulation). Carroll was a deeply troubled man who loved God, the flag and pummelling alleged communists within an inch of their lives but he also loved delicate underpants, the feel of blush on his cheek and the way mascara made his eyes pop.
I think it was the internal conflict that gave “You Ain’t Gonna Know What Hit You” its poignancy.
Thanks for the reminder of Carroll/Carol. I hadn’t thought of him/her in years.
Your older friend.
Don
Don,
You aren’t going to believe this, but I had a feeling you knew Carroll! In fact, had I only asked you beforehand I probably would have saved myself from embarrassment, as I told everyone that the feisty beauty on his left was actually his bodyguard/bitch.
Achinforsome indeed…
Not that anyone could blame him, mind you. They say that nothing makes a man feel sexier and more ready for a good “ass-whooping,” than a pair of delicate underpants and a little rouge.
But like I need to tell you that. I mean, considering you knew him personally and all…
Thanks for setting me straight, Don. Like I always say, you are the best and most knowledgeable older friend I’ve ever had.
Your younger (albeit more naïve) friend,
Bschooled
Its the “Just Making Convo…” genius edition.
1. The Louvin Brothers were gay when gay wasn’t cool. Bonus track: “Hey, Let’s have Sex in the Cornfield”
2. If Mrs. Atchison had crossed her arms it would be the perfect gangsta photo. Bonus track: “You betta be throwing down some Benjamins or the Lord of Hosts is gonna bust a cap in your ass…You feel me.”
3. Jay Morse Bonus track: “Tell me something I don’t fucking know already.”
4. Cody Matherson Bonus track: “Can I borrow an Opthamologist?”
5. Joe Newman Bonus track: “Hey Joe…How many Black Guys are in Sweden?”
Ha ha! Tremendous, FJ.
Believe it or not, I forgot all about the bonus tracks! Which means that I also forgot about the “bonus” bonus tracks, which can be found on “side 3” of these brilliant albums.
1) “What Happens In The Corn Field Stays In The Cornfield…Unless It Ends Up On Our Album, Of Course”
2) “When We’re Done With You, Jesus Ain’t Gonna Be Able To Tell If You’re A Presbyterian Or A Scientologist…”
(?)
3) “I Already Fucking Knew That!”
4) “Well, Then, Can I At Least Borrow An Eye Patch?”
5) “Eleventeen! But That’s Including Me”
It’s a little known fact that Jay Morse and Cody Matherson were actually lovers for a while but broke up when one of the Louvin Brothers broke the news on national television.
Damn that Louvin Brothers!
I’ll bet you it was the one on the left. From what I heard, he was always raining on everyone else’s (gay) parade…
Tantalizing as ever B! I would apologize to CLT for the format thing, but my trademark infringement/Corporate espionage/sometime homicide attorney (not my power of attorney, which is ironically CLT) has advised me not to.
#1 Oh my God, you found Theodore ‘T-Bag’ Bagwell and he’s hiding in a cornfield with his brother. Other brotherly songs of interest by these fugitive artists…
Me, My Brother and My Mother-One Awful, Drunken Night
We really hate The Jonas Brothers
Can a Brother Get a Doobie?
#2 This reminds me of every time I ever went to church and got caught with a hard right cross, in the form of a sucker punch. Those TCU alumni rings WILL leave a mark. Some light hearted songs by the Atchison’s…
Mama Said Knock You Out
Break Stuff
Sunday Morning’s Alright for Fighting
Eye of the Pastor
#3 The great X 7 grandson of the legendary Samuel Morse was able to use his ancestors musical ascetic and an incredibly green suit to create what someone once called music…
Yep, I Know
Look, You’re Preaching to the Choir Buddy
I Agree
What’s it Going to Take to Shut You Up?
#4 All I can say about this guy is that he’s definitely his Mather’s son…..
Can I borrow some steroids?
Can I borrow some sunscreen?
Can I borrow your sunglasses?
Can I borrow a noose?
#5 Kerstin’s elation at having finally found a guy who wasn’t hung like a light switch quickly dissipated after realizing that Newman was only interested in her for her hand modeling ability…..
I Been Averaging Five White Women a Night
Not 1. Not 2. Not 3. Not 4. Five!!
I Fucking Love This Country
You’re not going to believe this, Scott, but CLT also happens to be my power of attorney. (And to answer your question—which, coincidentally, was the same question CLT had—yes, I do irony much.)
Anyway, I have to say I’m a little awestruck by these “lesser-known ditties” that you and FJ have somehow managed to dig out of the archives. In fact, a few of them have left me somewhat “verklempt”.
To be honest, the only one I’m not all that keen on hearing would be the Louvin hit featuring “the lyrical stylings of Mamma Louvin”. From what I heard, their Mother wasn’t really all that musically-inclined…nor was she what you “people of the hetero male gender” would consider to be a MILF.
I mean, not that it would make all that much difference to me, but still…
I am excited to listen to the Atchisons, though. “Break Stuff”, “Sunday Morning’s All Right For Fighting”, and “Eye Of The Pastor” all sound like they would bring the steeple down…in a good way, of course. And as for Cody’s Mather’s Son? (Not Eminem, mind you…once again I was doing the “irony much” shtick.) Well, let’s just say that “Can I Borrow A Noose” sounds like the one song that all of his followers could relate to.
Thank-you for the outstanding additions, Scott. You can bet that I’ll be singing your praises tonight, after pouring myself a glass of bubbly, letting my hair down, and getting a little crazy to Joe Newman’s “I Been Averaging Five White Women a Night”.
I’m sorry Ying, but all these album covers freak me out!
Don’t worry Y,
As a wise man once said, “I know, I know”.
Bschooled… I have been trying to understand the deeper and sometimes concealed meanings within your art and your posts.… I think I may be on to something …You are so clever I took all of the words from the songs titles and rearranged them according to a decoding mathematical formula I learned while attending high school in Alabama… I thought that I would share my progress with you. … I’m still working it but there is a message someplace in this mess…
Tonight, Eleventeen laughing papa chickens have been shitting in the sweet ass Chicken Shit Chapel.
Hand your brother cool crap before my brother does his payday hoes and shithoes and shitty louvin’s borrowed wife’s complex feelin’s start again shit shit and spotted brother’s wife’s shit.
Groovy ain’t swear preaching the last shit you know that it’s so hard so I can do the shithoes brothers and do them again at 4:00 please!
Just a little bit more tweaking and I may be able to extract the true meaning of this secret message…
Best wishes
Haha! You are brilliant, Frank! (Or should I be calling you CatGod now? You tell me…)
I have no idea how you did it, but you’ve managed to “almost decode” the messages that I’ve been trying to convey for months now. To be honest, I was starting to think that it was all a waste of time.
Just promise me you won’t give up, Frank. Remember, winners never quit and quitters never win.
(*in case you didn’t catch it, the words in italics are actually clues)
ps. I think it’s spelled “schytt”…
Much thanks bschooled, I think that I’m going back to being called Ornery Frank. Some guy emailed me the other day and apparently he wants to be called CatGod a lot more than I do! He explained this to me with a lot of swearing and anger. Anywhoo!
Well I’m really curious about that last line in the message!
I can do the shithoes brothers and do them again at 4:00 please!
I’m thinking this might involve the Louvin brothers and the cornfield or maybe that’s cornhole… but let’s not think about that right now.
all the best
You’re getting closer, Ornery Frank (Formerly Known as Catgod)!
(*hint-When you do go back to thinking about it, try “corn dog”)
are you serious? i say screw that guy who “wants to be catgod” more than you. the nerve of some people!! it’s the internet people, it’s all good here in cyberspace. i say dont back down and since he used profanity and a hate message to get his point across i say we do a mass flame telling him he’s a puss so we’ll now call him cat-pussy!
Sometimes I’m serious, but mostly I’m not sure what the f*ck I am… (smirk).
CatPussy, now that has some potential for a crazy post…
Lynn, now calm down, you know how I always try to get along with people (evil grin). I really think that I’ll stay with CatGod… Bschooled… f*ckit, I’m now… CatGod, not not not Ornery Frank and not formerly known as CatGod… Geez, I need a drink fo sho now! What time is it?
Is that statue kneeing the white woman in the back? Hmm, and Caroll Atchison obviously doesn’t like the limelight stolen from her by her hip hubby . You know where I might get me one of those crocheted tops, it’s pretty.
That’s funny, I was drawn to the crotcheted top myself. If I can somehow track down the pattern, perhaps I can sculpt us one…
WOWSERS! I have that Joe Newman album at home. Mum wont let me play it unless its a special occasion and BOY! I sure cant wait for special occasions!
So wonderful to be reading your blobs, B! Makes me feel all warm and gushy inside! HOORAY!
Bob
Bob!
I can’t believe it! I thought you had hit it big in Hollywood and forgot about all of your friends in the “Blob o’ sphere”. Since that doesn’t look like the case, I’m assuming your mum just grounded you again?
Regardless, it’s really good to see you, Bob…you look as dashing as ever. I hope things are going well with you and Rose. (By now the two of you should be well past second base, no?)
I will be over to your place momentarily…I can’t wait to hear what’s been going on in that zany world of yours.
Your friend,
Bschooled
The Louvin Brothers had to make this album to overcome their previous goth failure called “children of the corn”
Jay had a temporary bout with amnesia when he also recorded, “I forgot, wait now I know”
Haha!!
“I forget, now I know” was one of my favorites…I forgot I knew that one!
ps. Don’t even bring up children of the Corn…that movie was the reason why I didn’t eat vegetables until I was 22.
Apparently you have never seen “Choreographers of the Corn.”
Sorry, I can’t stop it, I’ve wandering around the garage mumbling and listening to the Pixies on my iPod…you know what that means.
I may be back in ten minutes and then eleven minutes after that, but I might not be back for 18 0r 19 minutes. These are just estimates and I can’t be that precise. I think you know what I mean, cuz …I have go
I totally know what that means, FJ!!
Because let’s face it…that’s what BFFs do.
funny post bschooled. cant think of anything to comment on aside from your collection of albums must belong in a museum of the weird.
They belong in some kind of museum alright…
Good to see you Lynn!
Hiyas.
Not much to say yet beyond this blog is very interesting. Will explore a little further.
Found yours via my Feedjit widget on my blog.
Hey G!
Thanks for stopping by…
Bschooled:)
(11 minutes later) Check it if you don’t believe me. Anyway, Jay Morse is still freakin’ me out because could he really KNOW everything.
I knew you’d be back!
And while Jay may know ALOT, he has nothing on Mr. Jelly…
(Or Linda and Tom, for that matter.)
I recall “Can I borrow a feelin’” in an episode of the Simpsons. Later in the song he asks if he may “borrow a jar of love.”
Now that I have seen his album cover, my answer can only YES!!!!
A jar of love? Hell, I don’t blame you. With lyrics like that, I’d lend him a whole trough of it!
Always good to see you VS,
Bschooled:)
Sorry I passed out…
You mean to say that you haven’t been drinking yet?