Aron Blue and the Bootleggers

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Aron Blue, daughter of a California cow-town preacherman, sprung from dusty ole Bakersfield to land somewhat upright in one scruffy ole Brooklyn. A product of the raukus scene built around the Bushwick club “Goodbye Blue Monday” her music can be bluesy, brassy, sometimes a bit confrontational, with equal parts redneck and urban cynicism — the kind that results from the wearing, overbearing life one finds in this grimy town.

The overall feel of the album is a sort of friendly, lengthy bar chat that incidentally reveals a bit more than intended. Revealed is a heartland moral compass, not entirely given to punk-inspired nihilism, nor to post-punk political correctness. Rather, there remains a notion of sin and salvation. The lyrics plunge into matters of worldly temptations, a vaudeville-infused hillbilly screed about the dangers of sharing information with the authorities, her love of weed, and blaming it on the whiskey.

The single track, Comfort of a Man, is a lush array of guitars with a gorgeous driving beat. Nicely recorded at SpeakerSonic Studios, Aron Blue’s high-toned voice cuts the bluesy mid-range and the driving bottom tones. Musically, it’s a gem.

Produced by Alex Battles, and put out by Aron Blue's own SuperMeow Records, this self-titled debut is gonna give you your money’s worth.

- Joe Maynard
Maynard & the Musties

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released April 22, 2016

Mixed by Brian Speaker at Speaker Sonic Studios
Mastered by Brian Penny
Cover art by David White

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Honkytonk country soul music from Bushwick BK

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Track Name: Never Talk to Cops
Never ever ever talk to cops
Never ever ever talk to cops
It's your right to stay silent whether they tell you or not
Never ever ever talk to cops

If you tell a cop you're innocent, they can't use that in court
but if you say you're guilty, well your trial will be short
ain't no way it's good for you, lots of ways it's not
Never ever ever talk to cops

Cops know that most people are chatty little fools
and they got ways to make you talk, they teach em in cop schools
wouldn't fight a prizefighter if you never learned to box
Never ever ever talk to cops

Of course, if you saw someone running down the street
Carrying a severed head in each hand and screaming you're all dead meat
You should tell the cops you saw that
But use your best judgment

You don't have to fight, and you don't have to be a jerk
Just gotta exercise your rights and you'll find that it works (sometimes)
Officer I'm happy to cooperate but not
without my lawyer, I don't talk to cops

Never ever ever talk to cops
I really mean it
Never ever ever talk to cops
Track Name: Cigarettes
No I don't smoke cigarettes
except when I do
No I don't smoke cigarettes
except when I do

It ain't that I got no weakness, just that I can't stand them rules
So I don't smoke cigarettes
except when I do

And i don't eat meat
except when I do
No I don't eat meat
except when I do
You just can't keep this red-blooded girl from a backyard barbecue
So I don't eat meat
except when I do

Oooh, I might make some changes
Yeah, I might see the light
Hm, make a few small exceptions
Cuz nothing is forever
and I never say never

And I don't kiss pretty girls
except when I do
No I don't kiss pretty girls
except when I do
But they always wantin to marry me and I just can't stand them rules
So I don't kiss pretty girls
except when I do

And I don't do cocaine
except when I do
No I don't do cocaine
except when I do
There's a certain kind of offer I can't make myself refuse
So I don't do cocaine
except when I do

And I don't end the song
except when I do
Track Name: Comfort of a Man
Oh my mama
Always told me
Don't take yr pleasure in the comforts of the world
Aw, but mama
Where will I go when the world is all I know?

And do you mean money?
Do you mean fame?
Or do you mean the comfort of a man that I might not see again?

Mama, I just ain't got the strength that you do.
You tell me to call on the Lord, but he ain't comin thru
Mama, I'm flesh and blood, and I love this old world
I know who I am, I ain't nothin but a boy lovin girl

Oh my mama
Always told me
Don't lay up yr treasure in the storehouse of the world.
Aw, but mama, where will I lay that treasure needs some place to stay

And do you mean money?
Do you mean fame?
Or do you mean the comfort of a man that I might not see again?

Mama, I just can't be something that I ain't
You done raised a flesh and blood woman, not a sanctified saint

And I don't need money
I don't need fame
But I do need the comfort of a ...
I may even see him again
It all depends
It all depends...
yeah, yeah, yeah
Track Name: You Can Pry My Weed Out of My Cold, Dead Hand
Well you can pry my weed out of my cold, dead hand
you can pry my weed out of my cold, dead hand
you can pry my weed out of my cold, dead hand
Help me, Jesus, tell me that you understand

Just like that ol' froggy say, it ain't easy bein green
But I been living the same way since the day I turned 19
That's the day I smoked my first marijuana cigarette
Didn't hurt me one bit then and it hasn't hurt me yet

Well you can pry my weed out of my cold, dead hand
you can pry my weed out of my cold, dead hand
you can pry my weed out of my cold, dead hand
Help me, Jesus, tell me that you understand

I can smoke all the weed I want, nobody give a damn
but you and I both know that cuz of the color that I am
War on drugs is actually another kind of war
and green ain't the real color that yr bein busted for

Well you can pry my weed out of my cold, dead hand
you can pry my weed out of my cold, dead hand
you can pry my weed out of my cold, dead hand
Help me Jesus, tell me that you understand

Amen
Track Name: Whiskey
It wasn't me
It was the whiskey
That I'd been drinkin all night long
and I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable
I'm so sorry if I said something wrong

It wasn't me
It was the whiskey
Drank half a bottle on my own
And I'm very, very happy to apologize
If you could only tell me what I done

It wasn't me
It was the whiskey
And I swear that I will never drink again
At least until next Friday
When I hit my favorite party
It wasn't me last night
And it won't be me then
Track Name: Here Kitty Kitty
What's that rattle?
What's that sound?
What you got there shakin around?
Why you shakin that bowl at me
Sayin come over and get yr treat
Well it ain't gonna happen
It ain't goin down
But I sure love to watch you shake that bowl around (singin)

Here Kitty Kitty
Here Kitty Kitty
Come on over
and get yr treat
Well I can tell you want to
the way yr looking at me

What's that rattle?
What's that sound?
What you got there shakin around?
I been chasin after mice all night
Sure did work me up an appetite
Well it ain't gonna happen
It ain't goin down
You just can't stop shakin that bowl around! (singin)

Here Kitty Kitty
Here Kitty Kitty
Come on over
and get yr treat
Well I can tell you want to
the way yr looking at me

What am I doin up on your front porch?
What am I doin goin in your door?
Maybe no one'll notice if I do it fast
You know I don't like to eat what I done didn't catch
When yr done laughin
Put my bowl down
And stop shakin my goddamn meal around (singin)

Here Kitty Kitty
Here Kitty Kitty
Don't it feel good
to get yr treat
I'm gonna put yr bowl down now
Get yr claws out of my knee!
Track Name: Judge Hardy
Judge Hardy, oh Judge Hardy
He was a wicked man
Foreclosed on the farming families
Never did give a damn

The other judges in the county
wouldn't agree to sign
Judge Hardy say, gimme that paper
I'll put my name on the line

One day the farmers came to town
Judge Hardy saw 'em in his courtroom and he frowned
He said, best take yr hats off whenever I'm around
That's when they took Judge Hardy down

Judge Hardy, oh Judge Hardy
They put a rope around his neck
Took him to the nearest tall tree
Didn't do him in just yet

Yeah it looked like a hanging party
but the farmers were too good of men
Judge Hardy left the county
Never sat on the bench again

Next day, the army came to town
They gathered all the farmers round
Put 'em up behind barbed wire at the old campground
Don't tell me it wouldn't happen now

Judge Hardy, oh Judge Hardy
Look it up, you'll see that it's true
Just a little country story
You never hear told to you

Just a little campfire story...
Track Name: Nothin Fun to Do
You knocked me down to my knees
You made such a goddam fool outta me
You pushed me back on my heels
Because you know how good that feels
You put me flat on my back
You gave me a genuine heart attack
And now that it's over and we're through
I ain't got nothin fun to do

I ain't got nothin fun to do
Ain't much goin on around here without you
And all those times you made me cry
They didn't stop the fire inside
Well I was the one to hit the door
I just couldn't take it anymore
But baby it wasn't because I was bored
Now I got nothin fun to do

You wore me down to the tread
You put my whole system in the red
You worked so hard to break me down
I woulda stayed broken if I stayed around
Well you didn't try to make me stay
You laughed in my face when I went away
I ain't got nothin good to say
I ain't got nothin fun to do

I ain't got nothin fun to do
Ain't much goin on around here without you
And all those times you made me cry
They didn't stop, they didn't stop, they didn't stop
The fire inside, well,
I was the one to hit the door
Not too late, bout a second before
I just couldn't take it anymore

Now I got nothin fun to do
Track Name: Get Rid of the Drunk
Well you throw things when yr drinkin
You take off yr clothes
And sometimes what you do in the car
And I started hating drinkin
Cuz I started hating draggin
Yr sorry drunken ass out the bar
But drinkin with my friends is still so much fun
So I won't get rid of the drinkin I'll get rid of the drunk

Get rid of the drunk hangin round
Tryin to bring my drinkin down
Makin it more work than fun
Get rid of the drunk who don't understand
It's time to go at 4AM
Cuz honey, you got work to do at home

Yr always sayin one more round, it's on me
I don't even know where the money goes
And I tried to keep up with you, always wound up sleepin
In the back of the bar in all my clothes
Tonite I'm leavin with someone fun
I won't get rid of the drinkin, I'll get rid of the drunk

Get rid of the drunk hangin round
Tryin to bring my drinkin down
Makin it more work than fun
Get rid of the drunk who don't understand
It's time to go at 4AM
Cuz honey, you got work to do at home

I'm sure you'll find another
with a real rotten liver
and both of you can drink till you drown
and I'll see you at the bar
or I'll see you in the gutter
and I will be the one lookin down
Ladies, if yr man ain't no damn fun
Don't get rid of the drinkin just get rid of the drunk

Get rid of the drunk hangin round
Tryin to bring my drinkin down
Makin it more work than fun
Get rid of the drunk who don't understand
It's time to go at 4AM
Cuz honey, you got work to do at home
Yeah, honey, you got work to do at home
That's right honey, you got some work to do
at your home sweet home
Track Name: Lonesome Cowboy
What's a lonesome cowboy
Doin in this place?
Such a lonesome cowboy
Such a handsome face
You sure don't look like you belong here
Don't mean to be so forward
But I'm sittin here alone
Gettin all nostalgic
Thinkin bout what used to be my home
You sure remind me of that home

You remind me of chicken dinner on Sunday
Preachers who went on far too long
You remind me of wet, green grass after thunder
Walkin barefoot through it when the storm was done

Guess I'm a lonesome cowgirl
Can't tell by my clothes
Guess that I've adapted
The country hardly shows, it hardly shows
But sometimes I laugh too much
Sometimes I miss that country touch

Why don't you come on over
We'll listen to George Jones
Drink all my white lightnin
Reminisce about our home sweet homes
You sure remind me of that home

You remind me of chicken dinner on Sunday
Preachers who went on far too long
You remind me of wet, green grass after thunder
Walkin barefoot through it when the storm was done
Walkin barefoot through it when the storm was done
Walkin barefoot through it when the storm was done