Straight Out!

by Big Monti Amundson

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Cruel is Your Name Bad don't mean nothing girl Bad don't mean nothing Standing next to you Because cruel is your name I must have been a bad man In one of my past lives Had my neighbor’s daughter And ran off with his wife I was a gangster or a lawyer Any one of these will do How else can I explain How I ended up with you Bad don’t mean nothin’ Standing next to you ‘cause cruel is your name And hurtin’ me is what you do I could have come back a politician Or a crooked judge A cop on the take An ex-con with a grudge A junkie or a murderer Any one of these are fine Instead I curse the day baby That I made you mine I hope that when I die My payment plan is through ‘cause I can’t imagine playin’ Another lifetime with you I don’t care if the devil himself Take me for his own Better that than the greatest heartache The world has ever known
2.
99 Below 02:46
99 Below Standing at the payphone My whole life is on hold My baby’s voice can comfort me When this old world gets cold It’s 99 below I just got to get through I got to hear my baby’s voice If it’s the last thing I do The sky is falling I can barely see Somewhere the sun does shine But it don’t shine on me The phone just keeps on ringing It’s driving me insane I got to talk to my baby And hear her call my name Standing at the payphone She got my love on hold I don’t blame my baby But man it sure is cold
3.
Shake A Leg Meg I got a girl she’s never on time She’s putting on her makeup talking on the line And every Friday night at nine You can hear me say Shake a leg Meg Baby please don’t make me beg I got a bad, bad feeling My baby aint never going to change I got a girl she’s always late Her mohawk just won’t stand up straight It’s not uncommon baby while I wait You can hear me say I got a girl she’s oh so sweet Prettiest thing that you ever did meet And all the way down the street You can hear me say
4.
Lesson Or Two Everyday I got the blues Put on some coffee and tie my shoes Read the paper and make my bed Then I go straight out of my head I’m a rock n roller baby don’t you know People come to see me I really stop the show When it comes to loving you Baby maybe I could use a lesson or two Out the door and down the street Moving to the big rock beat There’s no work that I want to do Baby maybe I got a bad attitude I’m a rock n roller baby can’t you see Everybody wanna party with me When it comes to loving you Baby maybe I could use a lesson or two Come on baby I’m trying to explain Rock n roll just drive me insane There’s no work that I wanna do Baby maybe I got a bad attitude I love you baby and that aint no lie I never mean to make you cry But I won’t lay down my guitar ‘till my name;s in lights baby I’m a star I’m a rock n roller baby don’t you know People come to see me I really stop the show When it comes to loving you Baby maybe I could use a lesson or two
5.
I'm Wrong 03:28
I’m Wrong Every night when I come home I look at my baby see if anything’s wrong Most of the time she’s sweet as she can be But my oh my when she looks daggers at me That’s when I’m wrong Whatever I did I’m wrong Won’t be no song and dance ‘cause I won’t take the chance That’s when I’m wrong Every day I’m at work by eight She throws out my dinner if I’m two minutes late Who knows why she aint talking again When she finally speaks up all she can say is men! There’s no in between she’s either hot or cold That’s the way womens is or so I been told Yesterday she loved me but today no more She’s packed my bags and they’re out by the door I want so bad to love my baby tonight If she’d give me the chance I would treat her right But if I get home and she seems deranged In my mind I know nothing has changed
6.
Sin No More Blues When it’s miller time This bud’s for you ‘cause when I go for the gold It split’s my mind in two Spuds McKenzie don’t you twist my arm Every time I start I can’t stop So come on babe why don’t you spread the news I already paid my dues Speaking of sin What’s a man to do If he can’t have his neighbors wife Without a rubber suit If I could ride a spaceship take it back in time I’d rob a bank and put down every last dime Invest it all in prophylactic stock ‘cause when it comes to bonin’ baby I can’t stop I gotta bad case of the sin no more blues I gotta bad case of the sin no more blues I got a mirror in my house And in my automobile I got a razor-blade view It ain't no big deal Tell me it’s a good time and you’re pulling my leg I’ve had my share of powdered steak and eggs So come on babe why don’t you spread the news I already paid my dues I gotta bad case of the sin no more blues I gotta bad case of the sin no more blues Some of my friends They don’t come around They barely nod their heads baby When I see ‘em ‘round town Wanna be my friend man don’t you twist my arm Every time I start I can’t stop So come on babe why don’t you spread the news I already paid my dues I gotta bad case of the sin no more blues I gotta bad case of the sin no more blues
7.
Female Dictionary If I tell you that I love you You call that a lie And out comes the bible Make me testify All I said was I love you girl Well you’re scary Keeps me wary Of the female dictionary If I say you’re looking good You call that an evil mind If I’m nice to you honey You call that something to hide Well I’ll just be damned girl ‘cause you’re scary Keeps me wary Of the female dictionary If I leave you baby You call that running away But if you call this love Than I’m crazy to stay Well I may be crazy ‘cause you’re scary Keeps me wary Of the female dictionary
8.
Purple Heart 02:51
Purple Heart I’m not on contestants row I make the guest list don’t you know I’m the local boy You want my head up on your wall Just a rock n roll wind up doll Better watch it girl What can I do to make you see All you get when you get me Is a purple heart Everybody gotta have a dream Bleak sometimes as it may seem Mine gets me out of bed I may dream in black and white Black and blue baby that’s all right It’s just a standing count What can I do to make you see All you get when you get me Is a purple heart Spend all your time acting tough ‘cause you aint never going to get enough With a purple heart I’m not like those other guys So put away those starry eyes And get out of here What part of no don’t you understand You got the cards right in your hand And you aint got a pair
9.
In Over My Head Hey now baby don’t you know I could never let you go I hope you feel the same way too Without your love what would I do Baby say that you’ll be mine Say you’re not the hurtin’ kind I’m in love In over my head I’m in love Over my head Without your love Well I'm better off dead I’m in over my head Hey now baby can’t you see We could live so happily Rock n rollin’ all night long Together we cannot go wrong Please say that you’ll be mine You’ll be mine ‘till the end of time Baby you know you got the edge And you’re going to kill me with it Before I die I got a last request You got to put my love right to the test Baby say that you’ll be mine Say you’re not the hurtin’ kind
10.
Big Block Rock I got a Chevy El Camino with oversize tires I got a 4-speed tranny secured by bailing wire It’s got a rough spot here and a ding or two Well come on pretty baby let’s see what she can do Got a big block motor baby Got a big block motor girl Come on baby do you want to go My big block Chevy got bucket seats I got a 120 watts dig that big rock beat It’s got a blueprint baby ‘cause it aint stock Man come on let’s take a spin around the block Got a big block motor baby Got a big block motor girl Come on baby don’t you want to go Big block I’m ready to rock Big block I’m ready to rock Big block I’m ready to rock Big block I’m ready to rock Big block Hey! Big block big block rock I got the back jacked up ‘cause it looks so cool I’m gonna slam the gears past my old high school There’ a ’69 GTO and he’s ready to duel I said hang on to that pink slip man don’t you be no fool
11.
Broke Down Car Out on the highway in a broke down car Feel like a bug in someones killing jar Aint nothin’ for miles it’s too far to walk Stuck between a hard place and a rock Bye-bye I told my baby Bye-bye Bye-bye pretty baby It’s my time to die Out on the highway a broke down man Feel like an egg in a frying pan Took the road for granted was my only crime Now old nine lives aint got no time Bye-bye I told my baby bye-bye Bye-bye pretty baby It’s my time to die Out on the highway a broke down soul Fool throwin’ dice lost it all in a roll I can think of places I would rather be I hope my baby comes looking for me Drive by I hope my baby drives by Drive by pretty baby It’s my time to die Drive by Baby please drive by Drive by Drive by pretty baby It’s my time to die
12.
Take A Walk 03:43
Take A Walk Mary Eileen don’t be mean Give me a ride in your machine Come on baby don’t say no This is what she said and then she let me go Take a walk Baby take a walk She said I thought you were cool why did you have to talk Baby take a walk Mary Eileen don’t be coy Can’t you see I want to be your boy Come on babe don’t be shy This is what she said and then she left me high and dry Mary Eileen don’t be a fool I’d walk the plank to swim in your pool Come on baby don’t say no This is what she said and then she let me go

about

STRAIGHT OUT! is part of a 4-CD set called "The Songwriter" but is available separately as well.

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I moved to Portland, Oregon in 1987 and got a job working security At The Palace, a 25-room rehearsal warehouse. For my services I was given the use of one of the upper-floor practice spaces where I could live as well as rehearse. Chris Stucky, also a resident security guard and aspiring guitarist and I pooled our money after a weekend of busking and bought a 50 lbs bag of brown rice. Thereafter, whenever one of us made a little money we would buy some carrots and broccoli and eat like kings. Rock-star-thin? No problem.

The Blubinos (Cory Burden and Debbie Smith) rehearsed 3 or 4 times a week. It was a very productive time for me. I would write a song in the morning (my favorite time for writing) and rehearse it with the band in the evening. If the song worked, it was in the set at the next gig.

When The Blubinos started making a little money performing, we spent it all on recording. In those days recording was very expensive. Not like today. Just for starters, a roll of 2" tape was $150 and had only 15 minutes of recording time. The studio was, for that time, quite reasonably priced at $50 an hour. Before the Blubinos I had sent many a demo-tape to the record companies with no luck at all. If we hadn't of made that first album ourselves, it would never have been made. Hell, I might have gone back to being an electrician.

"Straight Out!" (by The Blubinos) was originally released on Cassette and sold extremely well in the Northwest. In 1991 The Blubinos were invited to perform in Belgium at The Handzame Blues Festival. We took several boxes of cassettes with us for promotion and to sell. Much to our chagrin, we could barely give them away and sold, I think, 12 cassettes. Europe was headlong into the CD thing by then and no one even owned a cassette player.

-Big Monti

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Monti Amundson - "Straight Out!"

Drop it in and turn it up. First thing you'll notice is that it's way ahead of you - Instantly in the slot, already cranked to where it feels good.

This is the debut release from Monti Amundson and the Blubinos, appropriately titled, "Straight Out!" because it comes straight out of the hearts, souls, and hands of these three musicians, and straight at you like the heat that roars off a roadhouse stage. Drums that punch like a heavyweight. Bass as solid as freeway blacktop. Guitar that could barbecue steaks right through your speakers. As warm and honest as dancing up a sweat on a Saturday night.

The twelve tunes here came from the searing pen of Monti Amundson, a veteran of the same Eugene to Portland I-5 axis that spun off such groups as the Robert Cray Band, Johnny and the Distractions and the Jackals. But what's expressed here might come from any red-blooded, clear-eyed guy ( provided he can write well ).

Often that's about fielding whatever gets pitched by some red-blooded gal, whether that's rejection ( "Take A Walk" ), accusation ( "I'm Wrong" ), possessiveness ( "Purple Heart" ), suspiciousness ( "Female Dictionary" ), chronic tardiness ( "Shake A Leg Meg" ), and even outright meanness and mayhem ( "Cruel Is Your Name" ). Monti puts it all across with razor-sharp vocal phrasing and humorous, shrugging asides.

But he deals with other kinds of joys and pains, too, like in "Sin No More Blues," a steely confrontation with the ghost of bad habits: "Spuds Mckenzie don't you twist my arm / every time I start I can't stop". All through, Monti sounds like a rough-and-ready ( and not entirely unromantic ) rock'n'roll Everyman.

Except that not everyman can play like this. "I'm a blues guitar player in a band that plays rock'n'roll," is how Amundson explains it, but he doesn't so much as straddle the line between the genres as bend it, ignore it, or race back and forth across it until both sides go up in flames. And the rhythm team of bassist Debbie Smith and drummer Cory Burden struts, shuffles and slams with the best of them.

Together, Monti and the band take the smoky soul of barn-burning Texas blues and turn it into a revved-up restatement of the essential message of rock'n'roll: turn it up and tear it up!

-Marty Hughley

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released April 1, 1990

Produced by Monti Amundson and Bill Barnett
Photos by David Wilds
Graphic Layout & Design by Cory Burden

Recorded and mixed by Bill Barnett at Gung Ho Studios in Eugene, Oregon.

Monti Amundson - Guitar/Vocals
Debbie Smith - Bass/Vocals
Cory Burden - Drums/Vocals

All songs written by Monti Amundson Copyright 1990,2009

www.montiamundson.com

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