The word around the room was that SWAMP DOGG hadn't played in these parts since the Lowell Folk Fest of 2010. Before that, no one could remember how long. Born Jerry Williams Jr. in Portsmouth,... Support indie media! Read the rest at thephoenix.com . . .

Looking for lunchtime plans? As previously posted: Swamp Dogg will play a free show in Brooklyn from noon-2pm at Metrotech on July 14th [TODAY], part of the ongoing BAM R&B Festival . He'll then hightail it up to Johnny D's in Somerville, MA for a show later that night, but he returns Brooklyn to play the early show at Southpaw the following night (7/15). Tickets are still available . The Revelations (featuring Tre Williams), who backed Swamp at City Winery, are also listed on the Park Slope bill (though [...]

"If your dog sleeps on the sofa, shits on the rug, pisses on the drapes, chews up your slippers, humos your mother-in-law's leg, jumps on your new clothes, and licks your face, he's never gotten out of character. You understand what he did, you curse him while making allowances for him, but your love for him never diminishes. Commencing in 1970, I sung about sex, niggers, love, rednecks, war, peace, dead flies, home wreckers, Sly Stone, my daughters, politics, revolution, amd blood transfusions (just to name a few), and never got out of character" - [ [...]

It's the day of the Champions League final, so it sure is gonna be a mad Wild Weekend . While waiting for the kick-off in nervous anticipation, let's get down with edition #61. Spotlight on the soul of Raw Spitt and the swamp rock of the Scientists, while we've got the Blind Owl blues and listen to a reggae psalm. Make it a wild one, y'all, and don't forget: ¡Visca el Barça y visca Catalunya! Let's get into the groove with a guy who called himself Raw Spitt. [...]

It´s cold cold cold all of a sudden, with snow and ice and windchill factors all in the mix, so we´ll try make this 43rd edition of Wild Weekend as heartwarming as we possibly can. So put another log on the fire, pour a stiff drink and enjoy this six pack of fine fine tunes, while virtually travelling from Japan to Jamaica, from the deep south to the far north, and back again. Have a hot one. We´ll start off in the land of the rising sun with a hot [...]
One of the best underground/unsung soul albums I know of. Prior to Total Destruction To Your Mind, Swamp Dogg had been recording music and releasing 45s since the 50s, under the name Jerry Williams (or Little Jerry Williams). Frustrated by the lack of commercial success, Williams changed his name and persona and in 1970, unleashed [...]

It´s Wild Weekend number 41, filled to the brim with wild gospel, heavy roots reggae, hot soul, pre-postrock, psychedelic pop, and one of them perfect rock songs to drive your car to. Beep beep. Yeah. We´ll get going with the rootsy reggae sounds of the unjustly obscure Sylford Walker and his signature tune Jah Golden Pen . "Just got to touch ya finger on Jah golden pen, to write ya name up there..." Heavy heavy bass in a fine Mighty Two production, which means Joe Gibbs and his trusted [...]

Ik was dit jaar voor het eerst drie dagen aanwezig op het North Sea Jazz festival . Elke dag had meerdere avontuurlijke optredens op het programma staan. Dan bedoel ik niet de grote namen (Norah Jones en Katie Melua), maar artiesten als Ornette Coleman , Tomasz Stanko , Machinefabriek , Fennesz , en John Escreet . Je bent snel geneigd om te zappen bij zoveel verschillende optredens. Ik heb bijvoorbeeld de laatste twee nummers van Elvis Costello meegepakt (uitstekend), de eerste twintig minuten bij Wende Snijders (erg goed, afwisselend een Brel lied, en Engelse [...]

Swamp Dogg - Synthetic World ( buy ) Fresh from a stint on the bayou, the Dogg is back in so-called civilization and he can´t believe his eyes facing the plastic world we´re all living in. Out of place with just one face, his patience is understandably growing thin. This ain´t country, it´s Soul with a capital S. "Houses are paper but folks don´t hear a word you say, Friendship´s like acid, it burns as it slides away..."

One of the best underground/unsung soul albums I know of. Prior to Total Destruction To Your Mind , Swamp Dogg had been recording music and releasing 45s since the 50s, under the name Jerry Williams (or Little Jerry Williams). Frustrated by the lack of commercial success, Williams changed his name and persona and in 1970, unleashed Total Destruction To Your Mind on an unsuspecting world. While those early Calico 45s are a fine musical legacy, the above album saw Swamp Dogg hit on something totally new: a very original brew of R&B, funk and rock n roll that still sounds fresh today. Without doubt he delivered a true soul classic. [...]

Jerry "Swamp Dogg" Williams, Oscar Tony Jr., and Tommy Dowd at Capricorn Studio in Macon, GA, February, 1970 This is the second in a series on tbe reissues from one of the most underappreciated artists in pop music, Jerry "Swamp Dogg" Williams. You can read the previous post on this blog about The Excellent Sides of Swamp Dogg Volume 1 here . This post focuses on Volume 2. The first album featured in Volume 2 is Cuffed Collared Tagged . Swamp Dogg was very active in the peace movement during the [...]

Doris Duke - To The Other Woman (I´m The Other Woman) ( buy ) How do you like that one for a song title? But wait, it doesn´t end there. Because we´re talking Doris Duke behind the mike here, one of the undisputed queens of deep soul. And in the producers chair... could that be the mighty Swamp Dogg, of Total Destruction To Your Mind fame? You bet. Satisfaction guaranteed. "Everybody calls me stupid for playing second fiddle, at least I know I'm [...]

Yesterday, I discussed the father of the auto-tune Roger Troutman. Today, I bring you another pioneer of sorts, the father of spelling Dog with two Gs (come to think of it, not all that different from Zapp and Big Robb) – Swamp Dogg . Snoop Doggy Dogg, Nate Dogg, the Dogg Pound, they all stole this misspelling from him, but that's about it as much as they took as far as I can tell. I first came across Swamp Dogg's work in the bargain bin at my local Hyde Park Records. I picked up [...]
NEVER TELL YOUR MOTHER SHE'S OUT OF TUNE Jack Bruce Songs For a Tailor Atco : 1969 [Buy It] YOU SAY YOU TRUST YOUR MOTHER Swamp Dogg 1972 Available on : Excellent Sides of Swamp Dogg, Vol. 2 S.D.E.G. : 2001 [Buy It] MY MOTHER WAS A FRIEND OF THE ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE Blurt 1980 Available on : The Best of Blurt Vol. 1: The Fish Needs a Bike [...]

I'm not really sure about the details of who Wolfmoon were, except that it is some type of consortium of Swamp Doggery on the Fungus record label. Rule of thumb: when buying records, if it's on the Fungus record label, it's probably a good one. "God Bless." and "My Kinda People," were both written, produced and arranged by Jerry Williams Jr., AKA Swamp Dogg. This record is unusual in that they are both answer songs to two of Swamp Dogg's earlier compositions , or more precisely - clarification songs . On Swamp Dogg's classic LPs, [...]
PLEASE STEP BACK Swamp Dogg 2009 Available in : Please Step Back Melville House : 2009 [Buy It] I have been out of commission for a little while because I have been in commission elsewhere: on the West Coast, specifically, committing the unholy act of Book Touring. I don't know who invented the Book Tour, but it was probably someone with a sense of humor. Or absolutely no sense of humor. I've never quite understood why you would take a private act like reading and try to make it [...]

On any list of the truly underappreciated geniuses in pop music, Swamp Dogg deserves to be near the top. His music has endured because there is nothing quite like it. It is at times hilarious, other times harrowing, but always interesting. This is one of those rare combinations where brilliant lyrics, excellent arrangements, and an amazing voice all come together to make music that is timeless and phenomenal. "Little" Jerry Williams was a singer, songwriter, and producer who worked with such 1960's soul acts as The Exciters, Patti Labelle & the Bluebelles, and Gary U.S. [...]

We worshipped at the spangled feet of pagan idols. Like Frankie, a knockout who worked the bulletproof window at an after hours coke cop-spot on Avenue B. Frankie had a collection of New York Dolls she had made out of Barbies with red, black and blond wigs, glittered boots, splash-painted sequin Sgt. Pepper coats, scale size cardboard guitars, drumsticks and a microphone stand with bluebird feathers. She set them up every night on the counter behind the glass where we stuck in our grimy twenties hoping for an interested glance from Sweet Frankie. [...]

Today is the second annual Record Store Day. This is a day for music lovers. Sure, the economy is shot. The record business is too, but that was started long ago by the creeps running record labels who have increasingly become not music lovers, but businessmen with bad ideas. There are exceptions of course, but not enough of them. This what I had to say last year and I think it's worth repeating today: Record stores, while rapidly diminishing are still a great source of pleasure for music [...]
New Yorker writer Ben Greenman's new novel Please Step Back is, in the tradition of Jonathan Lethem's You Don't Love Me Yet or DeLillo's Great Jones Street, a rock n' roll fantasy about a "funk rock" ... Continue reading "The Ben Greenman Swamp Dogg Collabo Is Finally Here" >