Fun funk rock number with Tower of Power, James Brown style horn section (trumpet, trombone, alto sax, tenor sax) and stellar Hammond B3 organ work. Clever lyric creates a metaphor from bacon. Driving rhythm section (funky electric guitar, drums, and slapping bass). Blistering lead guitar solo with wah-wah peddle.
Track details
| Track ID number: | 10106 |
|---|---|
| Genres: | Vocal Jazz music - royalty free jazz with vocals -- Jazz: General & faster jazz -- Urban styles: Funk / Nu-Funk |
| Moods/Emotions: | Excited / Enthusiastic / Energetic -- Busy / Active / Bustling -- Cool / Funky / Strutting |
| Suggested Production Types: | Comedy / Sitcom / Dramedy -- Historical / Retro: 1970's -- Historical / Retro: 1960's -- Lounge / Cafe / Lobby / Bar -- Party / Dancing / Fun times -- Style / Fashion / Make-up |
| Prominent Instruments: | Bass (Electric) -- Brass section / Horns -- Drums (Drum Kit) -- Guitar (Electric) -- Organ -- Trumpet -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics |
| Keywords / Hints: | fusion, jazz funk, jazzfunk, funky jazz, vocal funk, big band |
| Tempo feel: | Slow -- Medium |
| Tempo Beats Per Minute: | 90 |
| Artist: | Buddy Moncrief |
| Composer: | Buddy Moncrief (BMI) |
| Publisher: | Acoustic SwaneeLand (BMI) |
| SRCO (Sound Recording Copyright Owner): | Buddy Moncrief |
| PRO / Non-PRO Track? | PRO (What's this?) |
| WAV file bit depth: | CD-quality / 16-bit (What's this?) |
| Stem files available for this track: | No |
| Lyrics: | When you feel like a drop in the deep blue sea Just a number in infinity When the waitress treats you insignificantly Take a stand man; tell her, tell her, tell her to Throw some bacon on it With cheese Get some bacon on it If you please With some bacon on it Everything will be fine Everything will be fine Well the caveman dreamed of a better way To coax a little flavor out of his bloody raw prey He built a fire one night to keep the sabretooth at bay A chunk of wild boar fell into the fire and We had bacon And thus began civilization With bacon And they taught the little cave-children About bacon And it was fine No sense in waiting on a miracle Get to frying it up, frying it up Frying it up if it's dull Well my doctor he disagreed vehemently Said he put some flowers on my grave for me Well doc, living healthy ain't all it's cracked up to be Take a stand man; tell him, tell him, tell him to Throw some bacon on it Get some bacon it Get some bacon on it And everything will be fine Get some bacon on it Throw some bacon on it Get some bacon on it Throw some bacon on it |
| Album containing this track: | (None) |
Buddy Moncrief
Somewhere out on New Route 66, about 50 miles west of Sinatra and 75 miles east of Tom Waits, Swanson struts his swingin' and singin'. He loves Dave Frishberg songs and Johnny Walker in a tumbler. He'd like to hear Kurt Elling cover Stone Temple Pilots. Lonnie Johnson is God.
On his latest full-length release "We Can't Party Like We Used To" (2009 Acoustic SwaneeLand), Swanson pounds out 12 original vocal jazz cuts with a cool retro vibe. His bluesy vocals and tasty guitar licks remind of crooners past and present - Sinatra, Cole, John Pizzarelli come to mind - but his clever songwriting has a leaner, edgier feel to it that puts him squarely in the current century.