Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Born in a Beer Barrel

Born in a Beer Barrel

I was born in a beer barrel in the basement of the Rising Sun, I was 80 proof, going on a 100. My Ma was a Scat singer, an acquaintance of Jelly Roll Morton down on Liberty Street. The era was a remix of Spanish and Jazz blues. I was a bus-boy with an attitude in O'Connell's . I was tired of dirty dishes, clearing tables, clearing rooms, so I picked up a shoestring guitar with a tailgate laser and announced my
resignation in song…

Text by Trev Teasdel

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