Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Jimmy Castor, 1947-2012
"One of the Butt sisters!" I've been snickering at "Troglodyte"'s lowbrow gag since I was a child. Yet Jimmy Castor, who died yesterday, did much more than provide me with cheap laughs.
My friend BGO chided me in an email exchange for implying that Castor was a mere novelty artist. And sure enough, according to Castor's site "(b)efore even finishing junior high school, Jimmy Castor had written his first million seller for Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers called 'I Promise To Remember'." Castor would have been nine years old at the time. How does that work? I'll count on superior scholars to sort out Castor's career. Besides, I heard the entirety of Castor's 1966 hit "Hey, Leroy, Your Mama's Callin' You" for the first time today.
It's an odd thing to attribute to a novelty song, but "Troglodyte" had an enormous impact on my musical development. The monstrous groove prepared me for the advent of the Ohio Players and the life-changing "Flash Light" five years later. The hip hop samples that followed in the next decade only confirmed my ardor.
One last note- it was "Troglodyte" that first stirred my prepubescent hormones. And what could possibly be more significant than that?
I wrote an piece about Nicholas Payton's Black American Music proposal.
An "elitist music snob" reviewed Nnenna Freelon's concert Saturday at The Folly Theater.
I'd intended to offer a survey of today's new releases but I couldn't get past this.
Ebony Tusks' video for "Everybody Runs" is on point.
Kansas City Click: Whoop whoop! Boondox hit the Beaumont Club tonight.
The Life and Times return to the Riot Room on Wednesday.
I'll made the trek to Lawrence for Doomtree's show at the Granada on Thursday.