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Thursday, December 1, 2022

The Subversive Wit of Jerry Leiber


 

I believe I here mention every Leiber song recorded from 1952-1956 but among the later songs, I discuss only those that strike me as useful to emphasize a point.  Mike Stoller is marginal here as I discuss only the texts of the songs without comment on the music.

 

 

     Rock and roll, though the genre has always tolerated a significant element of schlock and  corn, cultivates its rebellious image.  With its roots in the subculture of Black blues and, to a lesser extent, that of the white working class, rock and roll a was born with a bit of an attitude.  The very name, like jazz, is a euphemism for the sexual act, and the music is thus transgressive from the start.  Jerry Leiber, one of the greatest rock and rhythm and blues lyricists, excelled at witty, subversive lyrics, clever and pointed like the songs of Noel Coward, but from the point of view not of glittering high society, but of ordinary American Blacks and youth.  Though his songs were unabashedly commercial, he managed to skewer many sacred cows, in most of his work maintaining a richly comic ironic tone.

     Leiber’s popularity and his counter-cultural satire go uneasily together.  While much popular culture tends to emphatically reinforce received ideas, creating social coherence by reassuring people with a set of shared beliefs, some pockets of commodified art designed for the marketplace suggest contrary attitudes.  Subversive songs often find an enthusiastic audience among subcultures whether ethnic or sexual minorities, drug users, criminals, or, in the nineteen-fifties, teenagers who, for the first time, were viewed as a distinct group, likely to resist their parents’ values.

     By the time of his own teenage years Jerry Leiber had assimilated Black language and attitudes so well that he could produce songs that played on pre-existing conventions and gave them novel, often amusing, twists. [1]  His first recorded song, "That's What the Good Book Says," tropes on gospel themes to imagine Biblical times as a dance party when even the devils are having a high time drinking wine. 

 

Well back in the days of old King Saul

Every night was a crazy ball

The cats smoked hay through a rubber hose

And the women, they wore transparent clothes

 

The song was recorded by Bobby Nunn [2] and the Robins establishing Leiber’s career as a rhythm and blues lyricist, writing songs for a very nearly entirely Black audience.  The humorous tone that led many of his compositions to be devalued as “novelty” numbers animates his professional debut.

     Leiber’s second recorded song, "Real Ugly Woman" (1950) sung by Jimmy Witherspoon, proved as humorous and considerably more popular.  The singer turns upside-down the expected praise of his beloved’s beauties, saying instead that the lady in question “runs all my friends away.”  She is a “female Frankenstein” with “big feet” [3].  Apart from what Fats Waller called in another song “her pedal extremities,” she weighs three hundred pounds. [4]

 

She ain’t built for power,

she ain’t built for speed,

but that woman built for comfort

and that’s what every man need

 

In spite of her bulk the singer affirms “Yes, I love that woman, and she’s ugly as can be.” 

     Having played with attitudes associated with religious devotion and romantic love conventions, Leiber then turned to social inequity with  “Hard Times” (1952), a belated Depression lament recorded by Charles Brown.  Recalling songs with similar titles by Ida Cox, John Lee Hooker, and others, the singer protests the hardships of the life of the poor.

 

When I had to pawn my clothes

Just to pay my rent

Talkin' about hard times

Hard time oh yeah, yeah

 

As sincere-sounding as Tennessee Ernie Ford’s retooling of Merle Travis’ coal-mining songs “Sixteen Tons” and “Dark as a Dungeon,” also popular in the ‘fifties, after Ford had adopted an exaggerated hillbilly persona, Leiber’s lyrics deliver a message of protest the more poignant by being here passed down from mother to son.  The singer expects suffering to be relieved only by death.

 

There'll be no more sorrow

When I pass away

And no more hard times

 

     In the next two of Leiber’s songs to be released “Kansas City” and “Hound Dog,” Leiber displayed the fluency of his appropriation of American Black idiom, a skill which would propel him, willy-nilly, to the center of early rock and roll.  The same year that “Hard Times” came out, Little Willie Littlefield recorded Leiber’s “Kansas City” (at first titled "K. C. Lovin'"), a driving song which so perfectly conforms to blues conventions that it is often taken to be traditional.  The narrative of the song is a typical blues scenario: the speaker leaves an unsatisfactory lover (“Now if I stay with that woman/ I know I'm gonna die”) and heads for the  sensual paradise of Kansas City, known as a party town.  In this urban version of Eden, he is “standin' on the corner” drinking “a bottle of Kansas City wine” with “my Kansas City baby,” presumably one of those adepts in the “crazy way of loving” practiced there.  The propulsive rhythms convey the excitement of erotic anticipation. 

     Leiber’s next tune was far more down home and even more familiar.  “Hound Dog” (“Big Mama” Thornton, 1952) is Southern slang for a man who is dependent on his lover.  The spare lyrics blend a bit of current slang (“You ain't no real cool cat”) with a hokum-like double entendre in the repeated lines “You can wag your tail/  But I ain't gonna feed you no more.”  The song’s conclusion, punctuated by Thornton’s  cries, mimics the howls of frustration from a dog deprived of his object of desire. 

     Though he had written the words specifically with “Big Mama” Thornton in mind, Leiber found her daunting at the recording session.  She was, indeed, “big,” and her hard-driving, tough-woman sound ideal, he thought, for the suggestive complaint of a woman saddled with a no-good man.   When she at first “crooned” the words like a ballad, and Leiber suggested she “attack” it with more energy, she grabbed her crotch, telling the nineteen-year-old he could “attack this!” [5]  After he demonstrated the effect he was after with his own voice, though, the recording was completed, and the record turned out to Thornton’s biggest hit, selling a half million copies.

     “Hound Dog” was so successful that it was recorded by ten other artists even before Elvis ever heard of it.  Though Elvis had heard and admired Black musicians, it was a sanitized version by Freddie Bell and the Bellboys, a white group that played a number of rhythm and blues songs and performed at the Sands in Las Vegas, that caused him to sing it himself.  The suggestive line about tail-wagging had been changed to “you never caught a rabbit” and the specifically Black vernacular terms “daddy” and “cool cat” vanished.  More importantly, the singer, originally a woman complaining about her good-for-nothing lover, became a man, apparently, as Leiber complained, actually singing about a dog. [6]  

     Despite his disgruntlement about the changes to his song, Leiber realized that, though he and Stoller had considered Big Mama’s version to be definitive – it went, after all, to the top of the R and B charts, selling over a half a million copies and inspiring not only covers but response songs  all based on the excitement generated  by Thornton’s powerful performance  -- pop music might bring even more lucrative success.  The rise of rock and roll, much of it based on blues and rhythm and blues material,  eased the transition from the thoroughly bluesy, “brusque and badass” [6] effrontery of “Hound Dog” to thr lighter and more digestible form he and his partner Mike Stoller were to perfect.  Though they had started out “looking to write songs for black artists with black feelings rendered in black vernacular” [7], they had stumbled into a new genre which required new forms. 

     Leiber’s genius for playing with listeners’ expectations emerged in a series of songs that sparkle with comic irony and satirical analysis of the pillars of society as though written by an incarnation of Cole Porter who had gleefully shed his sophistication.  The songs’ satirical elements were not always noticed by their listeners, but that mattered little.  For instance, Leiber’s “Love Me” (1954), first recorded by Willy and Ruth and rerecorded by nine other artists (including Billy Eckstine) before Elvis’s version, was originally conceived by Leiber as “a parody of a corny hillbilly ballad” [8] with its absurdly lugubrious melancholy.

 

Treat me like a fool

Treat me mean and cruel

But love me

Break my faithful heart

Tear it all apart

But love me (Won't you love me)

 

The song, of course, succeeded when understood straight and has since become a familiar sentimental pop standard.

     Some of his songs experimented with other genres, but these were rarely as effective as the hits which either maintained strong blues roots or allowed free play to his comic inventiveness. For instance “Jack O’ Diamonds,” which was recorded by Jacki Fontaine (1954), plays with formulas in several older traditions [9].  Some of his work, whether produced with Black or white artists was unexceptional.  “Bazoom, I Need Your Loving” (1954) is an anodyne bit of love-longing in which the odd word in the title lurks like a code for suppressed lust, the most exciting moment of the tune.   Among his more pedestrian compositions are "I Want to Do More" (recorded by Ruth Brown in 1955) and “Ruby Baby” (The Drifters, 1956).  Even the most well-crafted of his straightforward love songs such as “Lovin’ You” (Elvis, 1957), fail to spotlight Leiber’s unique talent.

     Sometimes his touch is a light one.  In “Dancin’” (1957) the couple “keep on dancing” after the band has stopped playing.  The continue to dance down the street, past an erotic landscape in which “couples parked in cars were romancin',” and “when we reached your door,” “we kept right in dancin’,” conflating, as songs often do, dancing with more intimate contact.

     Whereas people had before conceptualized life as a passage from an incompetent childhood to responsible adulthood, during the ‘fifties, teen-agers came to regard themselves as a unique group, not only in a vulnerability to tragic or frustrated love, but also as adversarial to social control.  The problem of “juvenile delinquency” was publicized in films like Blackboard Jungle, The Wild One and Rebel Without a Cause.  Just as he had identified with the Black American experience, Leiber, by now a man in his twenties, learned to effectively express the social ferment of the new rock and roll demographic.  He paid tribute to the clothing fetishism of the young with  "Black Denim Trousers and Motorcycle Boots" (1955) [10] which gave Leiber his first hit in the pop chart’s top ten [13].  “Hipness,” the subcultural assertion that one is more enlightened than others, melts in the face of romantic heat in "(You’re so Square) Baby I Don’t Care" (Elvis, 1958). 

     Leiber began exploring a different model for his songs, small comic vignettes he was later to call “playlets.” [11]  In 1954 he wrote “Framed” for the Robins, a highly entertaining song which by the way indicts the racist American justice system.  The singer objects that “I never knew nothing but I always get framed.” [12]  The humor succeeds because of its irony.  A comic take on judicial injustice, the song is funny rather than angry as the singer protests too much, and the listener supposes he may not be entirely innocent. In a lighter teenage variant, Leiber featured a similar protagonist later in “Charlie Brown,” the high school cut-up who “calls the English teacher Daddy-O” (1959) [14].  

     In the scenario of “Smokey Joe’s Café” (The Robins, 1955), a short story in slightly under three minutes, the diner is struck with a “chick” who has entered, but others, and then Smokey Joe himself, caution him that she is taken.  “The Chicken and the Hawk" (Big Joe Turner, 1956) in which the chicken is seized and carried off by a hawk [15] only to be challenged by a “bald-headed eagle” sounds like a slightly sinister folk-tale.

     The most successful “playlets” were performed by the Coasters, a group organized around two of the Robins with whom Leiber had earlier worked.  Their first release was “Down in Mexico” (1956), an atmospheric tune about a Mexicali “honky-tonk” run by “a cat named Joe” (is the venue Smokey Joe’s again?) who plays blues.  Suddenly he is dazzled by the sudden appearance of a “chick” clad in fishnets.  The location, of course, is arbitrary, signifying, as border towns often have, the pleasures of the senses.  The few words of Spanish and Carl Gardner’s synthetic accent in the spoken part only serve to emphasize the point that this is a place where you can “get your kicks.” 

     That same year the Coasters recorded "One Kiss Led to Another,"  a masterpiece of suggestive narration in which the persona brings “soda pop” and “sandwich meat” which they never quite get around to eating when he visits with his girlfriend who is babysitting (and thus unchaperoned).   Listeners had no difficulty understanding all sorts of love-making concealed behind the final words of the song.

 

One kiss led to another

And another and another

And another and another

And another and another

And another and another

 

     Similarly, a mother predicts a life of loving for her son whose “Lucky Lips” (1957) mean, she tells him, that “you’ll always have a baby in your arms,” an ambiguous expression that allows the listener to infer a settled domesticity as well as the preceding pleasures of love-making.  While blues songs, rhythm and blues, and country all appealed to audiences of all ages, the songwriter, now approaching his mid-twenties, maintained a sharp focus on the target demographic of teen-agers.  Thus, in “Fools Fall in Love,” when not making fun of the love song genre (“Just play them two bars of Stardust/ Just hang out one silly moon”), the couple, who “should be back in school,” are clearly on the verge of dropping out to get married.  “Searchin’” (Coasters 1957) also playfully alludes to Larry Stock and Al Lewis’s song, made a hit by Fats Domino, “Blueberry Hill” before cataloguing pop culture sleuths familiar to the young: Sherlock Holmes, Sam Spade, Sergeant Friday, Charlie Chan, and Boston Blackie.  In “Young Blood” (Coasters, 1957) the singer suffers love-longing and follows his beloved to her home, only to be rejected by her father with stern words, “You better leave my daughter alone.” 

     Leiber’s wit is on full display in “Jailhouse Rock” (Elvis, 1957).  Whereas “Framed”: had been comic at the same time as it exposed social inequity, incarceration in “Jailhouse Rock” is a pure frolic.  In the carnival spirit of the rock and roll dance party, the contradictions of society vanish, homoeroticism emerges (“You the cutest jailbird I ever  did see”), and the prisoners voluntarily remain incarcerated.  “Shifty Henry” and “Bugs” are harmless and colorful characters like the people in Damon Runyon and the Purple Gang, who brought violence to Detroit for years, is merely part of the colorful background.  

     In "Idol with the Golden Head" (1957) the lover consults a magic fetish in his search for his beloved “big foot May,” [16] only to find her by a creek among empty beer cans dancing  “hopping and a-bopping and a-bumping and a-jumping” to rock and roll music.  “Feeling so blue,” he again consults his oracle, who advises him that he, too, must learn to “boogie.”  Again the music promises entry to a paradise of the celebration of the senses.

     The obstacles to such unrestrained pleasure appear in the form of super-ego parental authority in what is surely one of the greatest Leiber “playlets” of teen-age life, “Yakety Yak” (Coasters, 1958).  There the singer is told that, if he fails to do his household chores, “You ain't gonna rock and roll no more.”  The nonsense phrase of the title indicates how absurd the youth finds these limitations, but it is always immediately answered by the stern mandate “don't talk back,” all the sterner since it seems that the parents in their time may have seen enough of life for them to know what risks their child may run: “Your father's hip, he knows what cooks.”  To the parents their son’s friend is a “hoodlum,” one of the “juvenile delinquents” so much in the news.  No clearer delineation of the “generation gap” appeared until “The Times They Are A-Changin’” (Dylan, 1964). 

     Apart from ambivalent relations with the older generation, Leiber eloquently wrote of the dangers of love.  In “Poison Ivy” (Coasters, 1959), a tune which Leiber flatly called a warning against sexually transmitted disease [17], the woman’s beauty is paired with warnings that she offers a threat worse than whooping cough or smallpox or any number of other diseases.  The repeated lines “Late at night while you're sleepin'/ Poison ivy comes a-creepin' around” suggests the frighteningly involuntary character of desire, and the concluding section which four times repeats “La da la da la da” employs Leiber strategy of using nonsense syllables to signify a sexual experience so extraordinary as to be beyond words.  Yet, at the same time, it is poison ivy.

     Far more amusing and equally haunting “Love Potion No. 9” (Coasters, 1959) in which the singer, who  complains that he has been “a flop with chicks” since 1956, and enlists the aid of a gypsy who provides him with the title preparation.  The effect, however, is not to improve his dating life, but instead to bring him into an erotic delirium in which he “started kissin' everything in sight,” including, in the punch line, the  “cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine.”  The song caricatures with exaggeration both the young person’s romantic self-consciousness and the titanic force of libido under the surface. 

     Leiber’s partner Mike Stoller said that in his opinion their best “playlet” was “Little Egypt” (Coasters, 1961) [18] about a “hoochie coochie” dancer who so captivates the singer that he periodically dissolves into a yammering and helpless “ying ying ying ying.”  In place of anatomical features, he mentions studying her tattoos, reminding the listener of Groucho Marx’s “Lydia, the Tattooed Lady,” and the song on the same theme in the style of the music hall that was a hit for the Kingston Trio.  After all the “ying ying” and sexual objectification, the punch line is that he marries her and has seven children, obliging her to retire from her dance career as “She's too busy mopping and a-takin' care of shopping.”

    Just as Leiber had mastered the language practices of Black Americans and of teenagers, he wrote a country music classic in “Jackson” (1963), co-written with Billy Edd Wheeler and originally recorded by the Kingston Trio, which became a hit four years later sung by Johnny Cash and June Carter.  The man’s sexual assertiveness meets effective ridicule from his wife who predicts that before long he will have his “tail tucked between your legs.”  

     Leiber’s lyric sensibility dwelled in the borderland between the kind of simple alienation that could even emerge in an Elvis’s tunes such as “Trouble” (1958) as “I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be” and the hokey sentiment of narratives like “The Reverend Mr. Black” (Kingston Trio, 1962) in which the Christian protagonist resembles nothing so much as a cowboy hero [19].  The most successful and characteristic songs feature a trenchant wit criticizing received ideas about race, justice, and propriety from a perspective that privileges the joy of sexuality.  Thus, even such an inoffensive song as “Girls, Girls, Girls” (Elvis, 1961) ends with the word “girls” repeated fifteen times, punctuated by a few inarticulate utterances, indicating that the singer is all but disabled by passion.  Even lust may be satirized, however, as in (Coasters, 1958) in which the singer, dizzy with desire, declares, “This little piggy's coming over your house/ I'm gonna rock you all night long.”  The ecstasy of passion is associated with the pleasures of rock and roll dancing.  Again, even in a schlocky song like King Creole (Elvis, 1958)  expresses the liberating effect of rock music in which the performer so absorbs himself that he (and presumably his audience) is “gone, gone, gone.”

     In his combination of mischievous humor and sensual extravagance, Leiber’s lyric persona resembles the high-spirited songs of hokum, calypso, and the English music hall as well as recalling comedians like Chaplin and Harpo Marx.  The closest analogue, though, is found in the trickster figures of world mythology.  Perhaps the most relevant to Leiber’s genius is the signifying monkey of African-American lore who tells the truth obliquely and dodges the more powerful but slower-witted beasts. [20]

     While suggesting that oceans of delight await the lover (whether the bed is directly implied or only the dance-floor), Leiber mocked many  conventions of romantic love, though conceding the strength of others and thus keeping his audience guessing.  The titanic power of eros is spoofed in the “tail-wagging” of “Hound Dog,” the intoxicated frenzy of “Love Potion No. 9,” and the “piggies” of “I’m a Hog for You.”  The love object in “Little Egypt” begins as an overpowering obsession, but ends as a harried housewife, while the husband in “Jackson” strives to break free from  his marriage.  In “The Chicken and the Hawk" the beloved is figured as a prey caught by one predator and fancied by another.  He even played with homoerotic humor in “Jailhouse Rock” and “Love Potion No. 9.”

     Meanwhile, his songs expressed criticism of religion ("That's What the Good Book Says") and social equity (“Hard Times” and “Framed”) while expressing a general social nonconformity ("Black Denim Trousers and Motorcycle Boots") with particular resistance to the demands of parents (“Yakety Yak”) and school (“Charlie Brown”).  The opposition between an imagined unlimited pleasure and the obstacles to experiencing it forms the heart of much of Leiber’s oeuvre.

     With the possible exception of Dylan, Leiber is the most significant lyricist of rock and roll.  His enthusiasm for its parent, the blues, brought Black rhythms and, in part, attitudes to young white Americans in eloquent and entertaining lyrics.  His work not only contributed substantially to the dominance of the rock and roll genre in world popular music, it presaged the folk revival that followed in the early sixties, the blues emphasis of groups like the Rolling Stone and the Yardbirds, and the psychedelic era that followed.  Janis Joplin was doubtless influenced by some of the same old blues records that had inspired the young Jerry Leiber as well as by Leiber’s own songs.

     This historic contribution is undeniable, but Leiber’s real achievement is the delight that his play of wit, his clever rhymes, and his subversive narratives bring to listeners now no less than when the songs were new.  Writing for a genre that at the time lacked artistic pretensions and prestige, he created a body of work as memorable as any in popular music.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1.  In his devotion to Black culture he resembled other Jewish artists like al Jolson, Benny Goodman, and Mezz Mezzrow.  Of course, white people have played a creative role in jazz and blues ever since the days of Bix Beiderbecke. 

2.  The singer was Ulysses B. Nunn, not to be confused with an unrelated Bobby Nunn who recorded for Motown in the eighties.

3.  A venerable figure that appears most prominently in "Your Feet's Too Big" (1936) by Ada Benson recorded by Fats Waller and many others.

4.  Cf. “Three Hundred Pounds of Joy” (1963) written by Willie Dixon and made famous by Howlin’ Wolf.

5.  Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller, and David Ritz, Hound Dog, p. 63.

6.  Richard Crouse, Who Wrote the Book of Love, p. 13

7.  Hound Dog, p. 94-5.

8.  p. 105.

9.  Songs of the same title or using some of the same lines were sung by Blind Lemon Jefferson and Mance Lipscomb, but also by white singers as “Rye Whiskey” and “O Mollie, O Mollie, it is for your sake alone.”  Ruth Brown did an up-tempo version of Leiber’s song in 1959.

10.  Cf. “Shoppin’ for Clothes (Coasters 1960) or Carl Perkins “Blue Suede Shoes.” 

11.  See Hound Dog, 96, et al.

12.  The same year Chuck Berry released his “Brown-Eyed Handsome Man” who, in a brilliant and concise line, protests that he was “arrested on charges of unemployment.”

13.  One indication of the song’s appeal is that is was also recorded by Edith Piaf as "L'Homme à la Moto."  Shortly after the song’s release James Dean died in an auto accident, helping to inspire the trend of teen tragedy car crash songs.

14.  Cf. Chuck Berry’s “School Days” (1957)

15.  Cf. the slang usage of “chicken hawk” for a gay man with a preference for much younger partners.

16.  The usage derives from the many blues songs in which the woman’s “big feet” in “Caldonia” or “Your Feets Too Big” sometimes suggest a comic disproportion and sometimes her outsized appeal, if not both at once. 

17.  Hound Dog, 141.

 18.  Hound Dog, 141.

19.  Similarly, “Along Came Jones” (Coasters, 1959) features an exaggerated and thus satirical account of a rescuer of ladies in distress with the characteristics of a Western  star.  He is “slow-talkin'” as well as “long, lean, lanky.”

20.  In “Run Red Run” (Coasters, 1959) a late incarnation of such a monkey is the principal actor.  Cf. m y essay “The Signifying Monkeys Talk Literature” (posted at http://williamseaton.blogspot.com/2010/04/signifying-monkey-talks-literature.html) as well as Prof. Gates’  The Signifying Monkey: A Theory of African-American Literary Criticism.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

“Spoonful” and the Accretion of Meaning



The texts of the songs follow the essay.


     While a rolling stone may indeed gather no moss, a poetic image can accumulate meaning with repeated usage in a way that adds semantic territory while it influences the interpretation of past poems. Both oral and written literary forms depend for their density of coded meaning on such accretion of meaning over time as identical or related images are repeatedly reused by one artist after another.
     “Spoonful” is a central image in the lyric world of the blues. “All I Want Is A Spoonful” by Papa Charlie Jackson was recorded in 1925, and “Spoonful Blues” in 1929 by Charley Patton, placing it in the deepest Delta tradition; Mississippi John Hurt sang used the phrase in “Coffee Blues”; in 1960 Howlin’ Wolf sang Willie Dixon’s “Spoonful” which then spread toward rock and roll in myriad versions, including those by the Paul Butterfield Blues Band, the Cream, and the Grateful Dead, not to mention the group that called itself the Lovin’ Spoonful. Originally signifying simply “a small amount,” the term comes in time to suggest explosive sexuality, high quality, and a junkie’s fix.
     In Jackson’s song the singer asks his love object for just a bit of loving, a spoonful. It is not necessary to “call or write,” her cooking is superfluous, love is his goal. He focuses on that moment of love-making, though it be snatched in passing: “Throw it out the window, I'll catch it ‘fore it falls.” The woman’s identity is secondary; in fact, “There ain’t no one woman got it all.” Through the entire lyric, it is the woman who gives the “spoonful,” that minimal dose of most satisfying love; the man can only plead. Here the phrase clearly emphasizes how little the persona is asking of her, and, accordingly, how churlish would be her refusal. The lady’s position, if Lucy Mae is an example, is equally undiscriminating: she will accept the singer or any handy “monkey man.” [1]
     For “spoonful” the locus classicus must be Charlie Patton’s 1929 recording. In this eloquent and fragmented performance, the speaker again asks his beloved for a spoonful, saying that it is “all I want in this creation.” Yet here her response mirrors his need. Women themselves are “goin’ crazy, every day in their life,” looking for that spoonful. And the ante has increased so that disorder (like that of the song itself), violence, legal retribution, even death may follow the quest. Spoken interjections like “wanna fight!” “would you slap me? Yes I will!” and “I’d kill him” disrupt the melody. The spoonful has caused men to do life in prison. The meaning, originally “a little bit,” has become charged with a powerful sexual implication that threatens at every moment to explode. The original common ground of vehicle and tenor – small quantity – has vanished in irony. Now it is all the greater marvel that a mere spoonful of sexual desire could be so powerful.
     When Mississippi John Hurt picked up the phrase in his “Coffee Blues,” he used the Maxwell House advertising phrase “good to the last drop” which had been introduced in 1917. [2] In Hurt’s song, this simply signifies the high and reliable quality of the coffee or loving, equally relished at the outset and the conclusion of the encounter. With his sweet faux naïf pose, Hurt no sooner introduces the advertising slogan than he identifies it with his beloved who would prepare coffee for him. Hurt’s charming lyrics, delivered with the easy-going lilt of his simple melodic lines, only touch on the disruptive potential of his theme. A preacher may lay his Bible down when tempted by a spoonful. When the persona’s beloved leaves for unknown reasons, he can only follow after and, speaking in a proper and polite manner (“please, ma'am”) ask like a tramp at the door for “just” a lovin’ spoonful. He concludes with praise of love, figured as a taste of Maxwell House coffee.
     Working with this rich bed of earlier associations, Willie Dixon’s “Spoonful” emphasizes the destructive potential of that little bit of love that constitutes the spoonful. “One little spoon” of “your precious love” is “good enough,” yet people “lie, “cry,” “die,” and “fight” about it. The repetitions of this simple ironic motif – so much can emerge from so little – at once marvel at human sexuality and fully participate within it. When asked, Dixon himself commented, “The idea of Spoonful was that it doesn't take a large quantity of anything to be good.”
     From the time of the Folk Revival in the late 50s and the rock version of hip in the late 60s, the popularity of blues standards spread to white audiences. According to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame “Spoonful” is one of the “500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll.”
     New uses of the spoonful image arose among musicians and songwriters favoring the counter-cultural and the taboo. The old association with semen gained strength (Perhaps my own place in the structure of society is implied by the fact that I find this meaning valid, though secondary or tertiary, even in the old songs.) For the British critic Paul Oliver, the image refers to “sexual intercourse in a standing position.” [4] The use of spoonful to refer to a junkie’s spoon for cooking up his stuff is a natural extension of meaning for those whose greatest passion was not sexual. Though to Willie Dixon “People who think Spoonful was about heroin are mostly people with heroin ideas,” the image works. Dope and sex both offer the potential for bliss and for ruin. Life is full of disturbance, often over the smallest of things.
     As with other powerful images, this explication could proceed, in the most outstanding cases, almost without limit, until an entire vision of reality is suggested. The songs here cited indicate some elements of the semantic field of “spoonful.” The charm of all metaphors is their open-endedness. As any two things have some points in common and others in which they differ, any combination of objects will form a metaphor, creating a fabulous multiplication of potential for meaning. The fact that each of the songs in the “spoonful” lineage moved and excited listeners indicates that each found precision in the underdetermined image that resonated with lived experience and aesthetic sense in a way that ordinary discourse does not attempt to do.


1. A monkey man in Ida Cox’ song is a country boy, interchangeable with many others, who could never make it in Chicago. Peg Leg Powell sings in a different song “When God made me he didn't make no monkey man.” On the other hand the Rolling Stones proclaim “Well I am just a monkey man/ I’m glad you are a monkey, monkey woman too, babe.”

2. I find no prior use of that phrase (though to “milk to the last drop,” a fine down-home image with a quite different meaning, did exist).

3. In I am the Blues: the Willie Dixon Story, 148.

4. Screening the Blues, 198-9.


This site includes a good many other essays treating blues songs as poetry. To see the others open the Index under the current month in the archive and consult section 5D “songs.”



All I Want Is a Spoonful (Papa Charlie Jackson)

I told you once, this makes twice
That's last dime, don't you call or write
'Cause all I want, honey babe, is just a spoonful
Spoonful

You can brown your gravy, fry your steak
Sweet mama, don't make no mistake
'Cause all I want, honey babe, is just a spoonful
Spoonful

Just as sure as the winter follows the fall
There ain't no one woman got it all
'Cause all I want, honey babe, is just a spoonful
Spoonful

Lucy Mae's a woman that you can't understand
Well she's lookin' for you or a monkey man
'Cause all I want, honey babe, is just a spoonful
Spoonful

Now, cool kind mama, says you needn't to stall
Throw it out the window, I'll catch it 'fore it falls
'Cause all I want, sweet mama, is just a spoonful
Spoonful

I got the blues so bad, I couldn't sleep last night
My cool kind mama want to fuss and fight
'Cause all I want, sweet mama, is just a spoonful
Spoonful

Now I'm so glad that the dog can't talk
If you [can, keep him/it/'er staked, save a morning walk]
'Cause all I want, sweet mama, is just a spoonful
Spoonful

Now if you don't believe that I can run mighty fast
Ask that man that run me last
'Cause all I want, honey babe, is just a spoonful
Spoonful


A Spoonful (Charley Patton )

(Spoken: I'm about to go to jail about this spoonful)

In all a spoon', 'bout that spoon'
The women goin' crazy, every day in their life 'bout
A...

It's all I want, in this creation is a...
I go home (spoken: wanna fight! ) 'bout a...

Doctor's dyin' (way in Hot Springs! ) just 'bout a...
These women goin' crazy every day in their life 'bout
A...

Would you kill a man dead? (spoken: yes, I will! ) just
'Bout a...
Oh babe, I'm a fool about my...

(Spoken: Don't take me long! ) to get my...
Hey baby, you know I need my...

It's mens on Parchman (done lifetime) just 'bout a...
Hey baby, (spoken: you know I ain't long) 'bout my...

It's all I want (spoken: honey, in this creation) is
A...

I go to bed, get up and wanna fight 'bout a...
(Spoken: Look-y here, baby, would you slap me? Yes I
Will! ) just 'bout a...
Hey baby, (spoken: you know I'm a fool a-) 'bout my...

Would you kill a man? (spoken: Yes I would, you know
I'd kill him) just 'bout a...
Most every man (spoken: that you see is) fool 'bout
His...

(Spoken: You know baby, I need) that ol'...
Hey baby, (spoken: I wanna hit the judge 'bout a) 'bout
A...

(Spoken: Baby, you gonna quit me? Yeah honey! ) just
'Bout a...
It's all I want, baby, this creation is a...

(Spoken: look-y here, baby, I'm leavin' town! ) just
'Bout a...
Hey baby, (spoken: you know I need) that ol'...

(Spoken: Don't make me mad, baby! ) 'cause I want my...
Hey baby, I'm a fool 'bout that...

(Spoken: Look-y here, honey! ) I need that...
Most every man leaves without a...

Sundays' mean (spoken: I know they are) 'bout a...
Hey baby, (spoken: I'm sneakin' around here) and ain't
Got me no...
Oh, that spoon', hey baby, you know I need my


Coffee Blues (Mississipi John Hurt)

This is the 'Coffee Blues', I likes a certain brand Maxwell's House, it's good till the last drop Just like it says on the can, I used to have a girl Cookin' a good Maxwell House, she moved away Some said to Memphis and some said to Leland
But I found her, I wanted her to cook me Some good Maxwell's House, you understand? If I can get me just a spoonful of Maxwell's House Do me much good as two or three cups this other coffee
I've got to go to Memphis,
bring her back to Leland
I wanna see my baby
'bout a lovin' spoonful,
my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin', I found her
Good mornin', baby,
how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am,
just a lovin' spoon,
just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful
My baby packed her suitcase and she went away
I couldn't let her stay for my lovin',
my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'
Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon,
just a lovin' spoonful I declare,
I got to have my lovin' spoonful
Well, the preacher in the pulpit,
jumpin' up and down
He laid his Bible down for his lovin'
in't Maxwell House all right?




Spoonful (Willie Dixon, sung also by Howlin’ Wolf and others)

It could be a spoonful of coffee
It could be a spoonful a-tea
But one little spoon
Of your precious love
Is good enough for me

Men lie about that spoonful
Some cry about that spoonful
Some die about that spoonful
Ev'rybody fight about a spoonful

That spoon, that spoon
That spoonful

It could be a spoonful a-water
To save you from the desert sand
But one spoon of lead
From my forty-five
Will save you from another man

Men lie-ii about that spoonful
Some cry-ii about that spoonful
Some die-ii about that spoonful
Ev'rybody fight about a spoonful

That spoon, that spoon
That spoonful
That spoon, that spoon
That spoonful

It could be a spoonful a-sugar
It could be a spoonful a-tea
But one little spoon
Of your precious love
Is good enough for me-ee

Men lie-ii about that spoonful
Some cry-ii about that spoonful
Some die-ii about that spoonful
Ev'rybody fight about a spoonful

That spoon, that spoon
That spoonful
A-that spoon, that spoon
That spoonful

That spoon, that spoon
That spoonful
That spoon, that spoon
That spoonful.