You want more Alex Harvey. Here's one more. Details about it below. More and more to come of course. Catch it here.
Only 3 months after the success of the "Boston Tea Party" single, Mountain released this one (in august 1976), a cover of the bayouesque Jimmy Reed Hubbard classic (who died in september last year), a hit by the composer himself in 1970 (it must be remembered that Alex had covered "Goodnight Irene" in the Penthouse Tapes album, not composed by Hubbard but a hit by him in 1962). Since 2 years, Mountain was harassing the band for having hit singles and this was beginning to alter Alex's mood. All this tour labour, all these albums sold, and the only congratulation from the label being: could you give us a hit please. The funniest is that "Boston Tea Party" did not apparently possess the standards of a hit single but was one, whereas this apparent predicted hit was not. It's not surprising. Something does not completely works in this version. The live ones are much better as you can hear here. But of course, I do not post this single for "Amos Moses" that everybody can find on the SAHB stories album, but for the rare B-side, "Satchel and the Scalp Hunter". Don't expect a real song. On the model of the story read in Thick as a Brick from Jethro Tull (you know, the hare who lost his spectacles), Alex tells us the story of a little girl with a strange little creature in her satchel. I don't have the text written and can't always understand what is saying Alex due to his strong Scottish accent, but I identified the general synopsis. He's only accompanied by Hugh McKenna on piano, and this anticipates his unfortunately short-lived project of the Loch Ness fable. The value of this song is principally historical, showing that Alex was leaning to a less rock'n roll attitude. Destiny didn't allow him to satisfy his wishes. The cover is once again a DIM (do it myself) one. Because mine is only paper, and because the official ones of the first pressings were really ugly. Alex deserves better than that.
Amos Moses was a Cajun. And lived by himself in the swamp. Hunting alligator for a living. Knock 'em on the head with a stump. The Louisiana law's gonna get you, Amos. It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy. Now everybody blamed his old man for raising him mean as a snake. When Amos Moses was a boy, his Daddy would use him as alligator bait. Tie a rope around his waist, throw him in the swamp. Alligator bait on the Louisiana bayou. Just about 45 minutes southeast of Thibodaux, Louisiana. There lived a man called Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hannah. They raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries. Named him after a man of the cloth. They called him Amos Moses. Now folks in South Louisiana said Amos was a helluva man. He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator. He only had to use one hand. That's all he got left 'cause the alligator bit him. Ha ha!Left arm gone clean up to the elbow. Here comes Amos. And you should have seen his pretty wife, Hannah. Well, the Sheriff got wind that Amos was in the swamp hunting alligator skin. So he hid in the swamp, "I'm gonna get you boy."He never did come out again. Well, I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to?Sure can get lost in the Louisiana bayou