Hey Pocky Way Midi File
. Deer Tick. Its gorgeous, emotional break combines an out-on-the-highway slide guitar folded magically in with surf guitar. Patti Smith Group.
We longed for accessible tunes from Patti Smith. The wish was fulfilled via Springsteen’s towering collaboration. Heart. The intro casually noodles, then fires up into an ardent gallop that supports and then is overshadowed by the lead guitar riff. The Byrds.
Chords for The Meters - Hey Pocky A-Way (live 1975). Play along with guitar, ukulele, or piano with interactive chords and diagrams. Includes transpose, capo hints. Chords for The Meters - Hey Pocky A-Way. Play along with guitar, ukulele, or piano with interactive chords and diagrams. Includes transpose, capo hints, changing.
One of the most influential Rock tracks – arguably the first Psychedelic Rock song. It certainly was the first psychedelic hit.
From the city of Jelly Roll Morton, Buddy Bolden, King Oliver, Louis Armstrong, Fats Domino, Professor Longhair, the Neville family in all their incarnations, and Dr. John come The Meters. They embody all the fissionable material glowing in the reactor soul of the Crescent City. Deep, insistent grooves; “second-line” dance rhythms – a New Orleans funeral step without the dead body and markedly more uptempo; elements of Chicago and West Coast Funk guitars; habanero inflections; absurdist lyrics, and guttural mutterings in between combine to give this under-appreciated band a sound unlike any other on earth. Through it all, they are Rock-N-Roll.
They honed their chops as backup band to Allen Toussaint. (Toussaint’s mother was Naomi Neville.) The Meters – first consisting of Art Neville, George Porter Jr., Leo Nocentelli and Zigaboo Modeliste – recorded and toured from 1965 through 1977, then re-formed as The Funky Meters in 1989 and are currently at work. Brian Stoltz and Russell Batiste replaced Nocentelli and Modeliste, who have enjoyed solid solo careers. (Ziggy Modeliste’s drumming is the model for almost every Hip-Hop number you’ve ever heard.) The last names of the various band members reflect the Creole culture of New Orleans: African American, Spanish, French, Sicilian, Anglo and German somewhere in the lineage.
The descriptives for the songs below are short and sweet. The tracks are made for dancing, laughing and drinking. Grab you-self an absinthe frappe or Sazerac – maybe six or seven – and turn it up. Ain’t nothin’ funkier than The Meters. Beaucoup crasseux.
King cake next day for hangover. Written in 1953, after its first incarnation as a Country & Western number, (odd as that sounds), in 1954 “Mardi Gras Mambo” fell into the hands of The Hawkettes. In The Hawkettes was 17-year-old Art Neville who would later help form The Meters. For decades proto-Meter groups, The Meters themselves and the legacy Funky Meters would perform and record the Dixieland-based, musical prayer to Fat Tuesday. It’s a revel and a ramble you would be hard pressed not to hear during the week leading up to Ash Wednesday.
The Meters keep it funky but lurking in the swirling colors of “Mardi Gras Mambo” is plenty of swing and their irrepressible sense of the absurd. In Gert Town Where the cats all meet There’s a Mardi Gras mambo With a beat Join the Chief with the Zulu gang And truck on down Where the mambo’s swing. Look no further for the origins of Rap and Hip-Hop. You’ve found them. Yes, the year is 1969 and yes, the conventional wisdom is that Rap rose from the streets of The Bronx or L.A.
In the late-’70s, but New Orleans had it first. The percussive mouth sounds; the strolling, lolling beats; the guitar grooves (once mixed well forward in these kinds of older Funk tracks); a chorus of non-verbal harmonies they’re all present in “Look-Ka Py Py.” “You can celebrate anything you want,” The Beatles sang in “I Dig A Pony.” In the same song they also sang, “You can syndicate any boat you row” Consider this song syndicated and celebrated. A good song to start getting busy to. The Meters pulled in all the influences NOLA had to offer in ’69 and tumbled them together to create this easy-going, sexy song. And, they played their own instruments and didn’t track and triple track or call on a computer. Indeed, “Look-Ka Py Py” is still being sampled today. The band is as tight as you pick your metaphor.
“Hey Pocky A-Way” issues from Rejuvenation, the second album The Meters did for Reprise Records and you can hear them continue on their path towards more complex rhythms, arrangements and inclusion of L.A. Funk and Jazz. Lowell George, the original maestro for Little Feat, once of Frank Zappa’s musical carnival, plays on a different cut from Rejuvenation.
It’s hard to know if The Meters influenced George or he them, or just how reciprocal the collaborations were. Still, the ever-present sense of fun – the attitude that says “Let’s party tonight and cure the hangover and STDs tomorrow” – remains front and center. It’s cut from the same cloth as their earlier big tunes on this list, and classics like The Dixiecups’ “Iko Iko.” There’s a bit of story in the song. A very little bit. What exactly they need “rejuvenation for is unclear.” They seem to be doing just fine. For lyrics, click Read More.
The Meters are like a big muffaletta of Funk. Bite into either end, or start from the middle. “Cissy Strut” was one of their first well-known numbers. “Cissy” in this case does equal “sissy.” Apparently in gay-oriented nightclubs of New Orleans in the early and mid-1960s, there was a dance that included the flailing of the arms and booty shaking. (Like the Nite Cap club on the corner of Louisiana and Carondelet.) The African American community, then the general white community, imitated it but not in a pejorative way. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery? You can hear and feel the whole Mississippi River in “Cissy Strut.” The hesitating funkiness is home-grown.
The repeating lead guitar line exudes the Blues. The organ riffs are pure Memphis soul. A great instrumental. Flail those arms. Great ju-ju here.
“Tippi-Toes” goes well beyond the geographic range of New Orleans to find its roots and influences. Think T-Bone Walker (of Texas) and his classic version of bluesman Joe Williams’s scorching “Goin’ To Chicago.” Think Booker T. & The M.G.s funking it up out of Memphis, backing Otis and Wicked Wilson Picket, and making a smash of their own “Green Onions.”) Yet “Tippi-Toes” surprises with a supremely cool-ass set of grooves from a hiccuping lead guitar, a mamba-snake bass line, and a “talking” organ that seems to play off 1960s game-show arpeggios. (You’ve just won a brand new carrrrr!) The drumming is extra-special.
It’s bright, heavily syncopated, giving the listener a remember-when whiff of Ragtime, which, for all intents and purposes was born in New Orleans. As in so many songs by the Meters, the title and underlying instrumental go heavy on the sexual innuendo. You know, if your toes don’t curl, or in the case of the shorter partner, if she doesn’t stand on tip-toes for that kiss, well it ain’t got that zing. Although the song’s title seems to give the lie to it, “Cabbage Alley” is impressively sophisticated, drawing on influences like Frank Zappa, Little Feat’s Lowell George, and a slug from the loving cup of Zydeco music. The Nevilles play a piano duet that lifts the song up like a raft on an ocean swell.
Afro-Cuban rhythms work against standard Rock backbeats to make you want to twist your body into contorted positions. It’s like a Conga line-dance gone horribly astray. In a good way. You ask, “What is a cabbage alley?” It alludes to two things. If you’re from any city, you know the refuse and stink that squats in an alley during hot, steamy summertime? Well, it all smells like cabbage (or sometimes sour milk). You get the idea.
But, a cabbage alley is also an alley where men rolled dice or pitched pennies. They were good places to lose all your “cabbage,” or money, in a game of chance. And if you came up short with what you owed or you were caught cheating well you better vamoose from town pretty lickety-splickety. That explains the sort of nonsense lyrics. The singer starts out singing “Hey baby, hey now honey child,” over and over. But as the song progresses, although there is no action revealed, those lines change to “So long baby, so long honey child.”. John Lennon told Keith his guitar solo sucked.
Springsteen says it is brilliant. Chuck Berry loved the update of his sound. The intro casually noodles, then fires up into an ardent gallop that supports and then is overshadowed by the lead guitar riff. It challenged The Beach Boys’ Brian Wilson, who believed he couldn’t touch it: “The greatest record ever made.
Hey Pocky Way Meaning
No one will ever top that one.”. It makes you yearn to go back in time to that one night in your life that was something even greater than magic.
Hey Pocky Way Hey Pocky Way Hey Pocky Way (Traditional) Last Updated 01/31/97 Thanks to David McKenney for providing the source. D C G D Little bitty boy, with a heart of steel. D I know you can't boogie now, but your sister sure will. D Feel good music, in your soul. D Makes your body wanna rock 'n' roll. D Say hey, hey, hey. Hey pocky way.
Bm G D Hey, hey. Hey pocky way. D C G Laugh back foolin', in your car. Makes no difference who or where you are. Feel good music, in your soul. Makes your body wanna rock 'n' roll. Hey, hey, hey.
Hey pocky way. Hey pockey way.
Neville Brothers Hey Pocky Way
Laugh back foolin', in your car. Makes no difference who or where you are. Feel good music, in your soul. Makes your body wanna rock 'n' roll. Chorus 4x Riff (^) Slide Up ( ) Slide Down (h) Hammer On (p) Pull Off (b) Bend This is in addition to the D chord E- B- G- D- A-3-2-0-2- E- This File contains merely an interpretation of the represented musical piece.
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It is not intended to replace any commercially available publishing, nor is it guaranteed to represent an exact transcription of any commercially or otherwise released piece. Ed Bick's Tab Archive, 1997.