Since this track has a tempo of 78, the tempo markings of this song would be Andante at a walking pace. Overall, we believe that this song has a slow tempo. The key of Older Woman is G Major.
In other words, for DJs who are harmonically matchings songs, the Camelot key for this track is 9B. So, the perfect camelot match for 9B would be either 9B or 10A. While, 10B can give you a low energy boost. The energy is too electric to do without. And man-of-the-moment Big Pokey submits an especially grainy, vintage-sounding vocal.
The pertinent phrase from the "bullet" review is "current godmother to the Louisiana southern soul scene". Walker IS the house mother for contemporary southern soul-Louisiana style. Big Cynthia also contributes the catchy, zydeco-flavored "I'm Ready," a sultry duet with rising star Sharnette Hyter.
Jones' music is very much the heart and soul of the sampler--its thematic center--as represented by one of the most popular tunes from his Trailride Certified album, "She's Ratchet," as well as being the inspiration for one of the sampler's catchiest dance jams, "Watch My Boots, Pt.
The new "Watch My Boots, Pt. Dukes also contributes the compelling "Prove My Love". And it might be said that what Ross Music Group does better than any current label, including Memphis' redoubtable Ecko Records, is to absorb and roll out exciting new artists with astounding regularity. I've described some of the best the album has to offer, but there are valleys amidst the peaks. And there is plenty of music in between the peaks and valleys, some better, some worse, most of it interesting, and most of it dominated--or in the lengthy shadow of--the Big Pokey Bear.
The hallmark of the song is a "Go Pokey! Beat Flippa spices it up with a little naked piano run, adds a little background horse-whinnying, and Pokey does what he does. Whether you succumb to its energy or shrug it off with a polite "no thanks," it's typical of the album's overall creativity.
At times I regret giving this fine sampler only 4 stars. Pokey's the kind of guy who can sing, over a wild, dancing-tempo-ed tune, the words-- "Take a look at Miss Cathy With her high heels on I was openly skeptical of Pokey Bear's last album, the one with all the covers. Always liked that title, though: Mr. It Ain't Fair. I thought, "Now come on, big guy, you can show me more than this. Nice is here to tell you Pokey Bear has delivered.
Pokey can sing louder and longer than anyone in the business. Every vocal is at fevered pitch. He flays his vocal cords relentlessly, the same way he whips his churning pelvis. You can't help but wonder if or when he'll "burn out". On "Lick That Nookie," a duet with O.
Buchana no "softie" , you can hardly make out O. That is, you do until Pokey Bear comes in. Suddenly the sound is just right. Pokey's version, dominated by a blazing guitar and rhythm-guitar riff and a rare Beat Flippa vocal, is simply called Ladies Room," and I applaud Pokey for doing an upfront cover, unlike the "disguised" covers--recycled instrumental tracks dressed up in new clothes--of MR.
By the way, later in the album Pokey reprises one of those MR. However, "Ladies Room" segues into another, more serious subject. I'm addicted to women. Nice described "I Can't Be Faithful" earlier this year. Watch the official video starring Pokey Bear and Bishop Bullwinkle. Writer Tyree Neal's composing style is as languid as ice cream on a hot southern afternoon--I don't know if he's ever written an uptempo tune--but "Naked," with Beat Flippa's church-service-like organ swirling around the subtle, swinging melody, is perfect.
Even Pokey Bear settles into something akin to sensitivity and finesse. And, as in "Naked," Pokey shows his tender side to great effect. When Cupid's refreshingly romantic voice joins in, the contrast is just right.
The song swells into something akin to an anthem. Next up is yet another duet with a headliner, Lacee. Everybody wants to sing with Pokey, and southern soul's every-woman diva shines on "We Belong Together," a ballad of regret in which Pokey Bear once again defies expectations--and refutes what your Daddy B. Nice said above about always "flaying" his vocal cords--with yet another contemplative vocal.
This evocative string of duet-ballads--with Tyree, Cupid and Lacee--lends the album a depth and coloration surprising for a Pokey Bear project. Never mind. Pokey soon returns to a party-hardy frame of mind with the gravelly rapping of Mystikal "Shake That Money Maker" , the torrid duet with O. Crystal Thomas broke into southern soul a couple years ago accompanying Jeter Jones on record and tour, and she published an uneven debut album, Lyrical Gumbo, reviewed here in The finest single from the album was "Country Girl," but nothing on the album or even the single quite hints at the breathtaking confidence and authority and fluid easiness of Crystal Thomas's vocal on "All I Want Is You".
Crystal sings like Ella Fitzgerald might have sounded had she been born after rap. And the two of them--Pokey Bear and Crystal Thomas--together? Imagine a darker, bayou version of Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell.
Beat Flippa's organ steams up the glass with bayou atmosphere while Pokey and Crystal volley back and forth like the bluesiest singers on the planet. Crystal asks, "Do you want money? And all you need is ears to take in the extraordinary groove and vocal back-and-forth. Pokey Bear's true forte'? Collaborative singing. Then it climbed all the way to 36 Mmmm ohhwoo heyyy I left home to be with my sidepiece my sidepiece I left homeee yeah e Really bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear, pokey the bear I want you to go back over there tonight.
You put your right foot in You put your right foot out You put your right foot in And you shake it all about You do the hokey pokey And you. Really bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear, Pokey the bear I want you to go back over there tonight. I'm a big grizzly bear And what do I do?
When the warm sun in spring Says "Jump out of bed! Really bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear Pokey the bear I want you to go back over there tonight. I curl up and hibernate The. Then poke out my head.
After sleeping so long, I'm hungry, it's true! I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man It hung him up He looked right in my eyes, and my eyes Pokey the bear I want you to go back over there tonight. Bounce and Bounce and Bounce and Stop. Tune: Skip to my Lou Bounce and bounce and bounce and stop. Big A, Little A. Bounce Me, Bounce Me. Bouncing, bouncing baby on my knee Bouncing, bouncing 1 2 3!
Clapping, clapping with baby on my knee Clapping, clapping 1 2 3!
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