It’s night time in the big city
A school teacher drinks alone
They’re finally tearing down the old shoe factory
“We’re gonna be locked up, locked out, keyed up, wound up, we’re gonna be talking about church keys and skate keys, we’ll listen to the key of C and learn about the key to good living. There’ll be lip locks, Loch Ness, time locks, and vapor locks. Before the end of it we might even get the key to the city. So I hope you’re all locked and loaded and sitting by your radio.”
“We’re gonna start it all off old school.”
“Kind of a crazy march…sounds like they were all playing in different keys there for a minute. Personally, I don’t think it was actually the key to her door that he was looking for; maybe he was looking for the key to her chastity belt.”
“Time Magazine called her America’s best songwriter in 2002…I guess I was out of town.”
(Clip played)
“See, that song can be done any kinda way…’bout time for it to come back again. Maybe I’ll even do it.”
“Kind of a rockabilly, piano based version of Johnny B. Goode.”
“One of the last great New Orleans trumpet players. He was overshadowed by Louis but he actually had a fresh approach. In the 60’s he was still playing, and Don Ellis called him the most creative and avant garde trumpet player in New York.”
“You don’t get any more western swing than this.”
(Clip played)
(Clip played - Open the Door, Richard)
"And of course I would be remiss if I did not mention..."
“Difficult to pronounce poet”
“Safe-cracker of the soul”
“Sometimes we tell you who wrote the song, what kind of music it is, who else recorded it, but you know sometimes we don’t get it right. I mean it’s important to remember this isn’t a classroom here; it’s music of the field, the pool hall, the back alley crap game, the barroom and the bedroom. We don’t want to make it dusty and academic. It’s full of sweat and blood, it’s like life itself. If every once in a while we get a name wrong, or we tell you it’s on the wrong label, it’s not gonna kill anybody…just listen to the music.”