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Oh, and your statement about our generation's techno... is your name the band Aphex Twin? Just wondering.
I think there is poinless lyrics in any generation. 😉
OOOOOHHHHHH! I finally figured out which song you are talking about when I read the title out loud. I saw this thread 3 or 4 times and until now couldn't understand what you were saying. I don't know if thats the official lyrics, but maybe you should change that to loom-bomp since IIRC those 2 words prettymuch flowed together into one word.
"Back in Macon in early 1955 Richard was again working as a dishwasher when he cut a demo tape. Lloyd Price, whom he knew, suggested that the demo be sent to Specialty Records with whom Price recorded. Art Rupe, the owner of Speciality, was hardly impressed and it would be six months before he got a call. A recording session was arranged in New Orleans' J&M Studios, owned by Cosimo Matassa and the home studio of Fats Domino. Bumps Blackwell was given the responsibility of meeting Richard and recording the session.
Initially Blackwell, was no more successful then his predecessors. Richard choose to record generally slow blues and he felt that none were particularly good. During a break he and Richard went to the Dew Drop Inn. With few people there and an old upright piano, Richard started playing like crazy, singing loud, lewd and hamming it up. Blackwell was stunned why couldn't he record this? Local lyricist was Dorothy LaBostrie was called to clean up the lyric. They went back to J&M and with only fifteen minutes left in the session. "Tutti Fruiti, good booty" became "Tutti Fruiti, aw-rootie" and the rest is history."
LOL! I still can't figure out what song that is. Anyways, my grandmother makes fun of me because I listen to "punk". But she listens to that crap! If I criticize her on her music she gets VERY angry. lol. My prediciment stinks! 😀 One of these days I'm gonna steal all of her tapes and trash em 😛
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