The Comealongs. It’s a song I like.
Here is a song I like.
The Comealongs – from the solo album of the not-famous Jimmy Smith, a member of the barely-famous Gourds. In solo projects, he refers to himself as “Clocker Redbury/Dusty Slosinger” to distinguish himself from the much more famous jazz musician (I had “reggae musician” here but that was powerfully inaccurate).
The song is slow and twangy and about handcuffs. Read this paragraph out loud and tell me you don’t love the sound of the words (exclamation points are mine):
“Let me tell you about the comealongs! The more you resist, the tighter they get! Around your wrists, the pain will break you! Then for a moment these humbling toughs turn you into baggage whereas before [...]
