THE SKUNKS COMMIT A CRIME

jesse sublett, jon dee graham, the Skunks, Austin, Texas

Ladies and Gentlemen, you have entered The Twilight Zone of Austin Blues. The Skunks have always been my favorite band.

One more blast from the 6.29.13 Continental Club gig, giving the fans and the room a taste of my Howlin’ Wolf obsession, doing the Wolf’s classic one-chord tidal wave, “Commit a Crime.” It’s been covered by 100’s of other bands, I guess, but I do think we do an acceptable rendition. Check it out unless playing cool shit at work will get you fired. Oh what the what do you need that job for anyway? Tell the boss I said to take a hike. Here’s the link.

THE SKUNKS “COMMIT A CRIME” 6.29.13 Continental Club

As I’m digging Billy’s propulsive heavyweight punch and the growl of my Fender Precision and that grizzly bear orgy erupting from Jon Dee Graham’s side of the stage, and watching Nakia moving around, shooting Jon Dee as if it’s some kind of solo act of his and the other 2/3 of the trio just happened to be holding up the wall, I wondered, you know, what if Antone’s had a band like The Skunks (trick question, there’s no other band like the Skunks) for their Blue Monday, or whatever blues show they like to promote, how would that effect the blues universe? If people came in to hear Muddy Waters, Willie Dixon, Howlin’ Wolf, etc., and instead of those fine guitarists like Denny and Derek, respectable wailers like Lou Ann and Malcolm, … what if they had a band like us there, playing these songs as if the world was burning down outside and inside, which, by the way, it is. What if??

 

Jesse Sublett, Jon Dee Graham, Howlin' Wolf, Austin, Texas

The Skunks, surrealism at 150 Decibels

Anyhow, this is our edition of “Commit a Crime.” Lyrics inserted below for your reading pleasure.

 

COMMIT A CRIME / I ASKED FOR WATER

 

I’m gonna leave you woman, before I commit a crime

I’m gonna leave you woman, before I commit a crime

You tried so hard to kill me,

woman it just was not my time

 

You put poison in my coffee, instead of milk or cream

You put poison in my coffee, instead of milk or cream

You bout the evilest woman,

that I ever seen

 

You mixed my drink, with a can of Red Devil lye

You mixed my drink, with a can of Red Devil lye

Then you sit down to watch me,

hoping that I might die

 

Church bell tolling, hearse come driving by real slow

Church bell tolls, hearse comes driving by real slow

I love you babe

I sure hope you don’t leave me no more.

 

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