Humurous swinging vocal jazz. Pokes fun at low budget hotel rooms and life on the road. Big band horns and rhythm section. Punchy horn arrangements. Male Vocals, Jazz Music, Swing / Big Band.
Track details
Track ID number: | 8979 |
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Genres: | Vocal Jazz music - royalty free jazz with vocals -- Jazz: General & faster jazz -- Specialty, Novelty, Sound-Alike |
Moods/Emotions: | Happy / Joyful / Positive -- Funny / Playful / Whimsical / Comical |
Suggested Production Types: | Comedy / Sitcom / Dramedy |
Prominent Instruments: | Bass (Upright/Acoustic) -- Drums (Drum Kit) -- Piano (Acoustic) -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics |
Keywords / Hints: | jazz, vocal jazz, jazz with vocals, male vocal, funny, comic, comedy |
Tempo feel: | Medium |
Tempo Beats Per Minute: | 134 |
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: | Crappy Hotel, Crappy Hotel That pungent odorous smell Hey; I know you I've been here before Deja Vu to the core And I know what's in store Before the night is through Crappy Hotel, I once again fell For your discount rated, newly updated lies You'd think that I'd know Some better place to go But money's tight It's a bullet I bite with my fries Crappy Hotel, Crappy Hotel Crappy Hotel, I love you! Crappy Hotel, Crappy Hotel I'd sooner be a sinner standing at the gates of hell I've been here before I've tasted your crap du jour And I know what's in store Before the night is through Crappy Hotel, I'm under your spell Psycho room with no view Norman Bates has the flu And the maid's got a sweet tatoo The ice machine's broke Oh how you provoke Evil thoughts in my mind 'Cuz I can't seem to find the shampoo Crappy Hotel, Crappy Hotel Crappy Hotel, I love you ! |
Album containing this track: | (None) |
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.