Part 2 of Bring Out Your Dead 2012 is hosted by Mr. Soul Train, Don Cornelius. In this 32-minute episode, Etta James takes us into her basement; Larry Hagman gives us some sage advice; Don Klugman asks the ever-so-mysterious question, “Who are they?”; Yoshiyuki Suzuki takes us up Tsukuba Mountain; Dick Clark tells us about how he got started in radio; Phyllis Diller tells us about her aging crotch; Sherman Hemsley provides marital advice for the guys; and a machievellian Andy Griffith tells us how stupid we all are (but don’t worry, as he’s prepared to do our thinking for us).
Bring Out Your Dead 2012 – part 2:
- Introduction by your host, Don Cornelius (Soul Train)
- In The Basement – Etta James [1966]
- Do Unto Others – Larry Hagman (Dallas)
- Boot-Leg – Donald “Duck†Dunn (Booker T. & The MG’s) [1965]
- Who Are They? – Don Klugman (Quincy)
- Tsukuba Mountain – Yoshiyuki Suzuki (Takeshi Terauchi & The Bunnys) [1967]
- What A Great Way To Make A Living – Dick Clark
- California Sun – Marty Fortson (The Rivieras) [1964]
- It’s A Gas – B.B. Cunningham (The Hombres) [1967]
- What Are You Doing Tonight? – Ernest Borgnine (Marty) [1955]
- It’s Gonna Work Out Fine – Mickey “Guitar” Baker (Ike & Tina Turner) [1963]
- Phyllis Diller Grabs Her Crotch
- Good Timin’ – Jimmy Jones [1960]
- Willie And The Hand Jive – Johnny Otis [1958]
- Ain’t It Alright – Tom Ardolino (NRBQ) [1983]
- Sherman Hemsley Tells A Joke
- One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer – Eddie “Guitar” Burns (John Lee Hooker) [1966]
- Fighters For Fuller – Andy Griffith (A Face In The Crowd) [1957]
- Mr. Moto – Eddie Bertrand (The Belairs) [1961]
- You Call Everybody Sweetheart – James “Sugar Boy” Crawford [1954]
- Closing by your host, Don Cornelius (Soul Train)
Great stuff. Thanks again.
It seems ridiculous now, but back when I was a kid, playing some of these tracks was what passed for making somewhat of a political (and racial) statement and in very bad taste where I lived at the time. My neighbors thought me quite radical for listening to what they called “black” (actually, they didn’t say “black”) music. As for Don Cornelius, he was evil itself.
Dr. Evil? Wow! That’s a pretty low threshold, even for racist morons. I guess they wouldn’t have even had words for the Black Panther Party – that would have just made their heads explode!