"~There's A Fever In The Funk House Now~"I started my music career singing on the street corners in the southern cities across the Tennessee Valley from Chattanooga to Memphis; until getting my big break in the mid 1960's as Pat Boone's personal valet. That got me as far as England, where I was locked up in a the drunk tank of a Birmingham, England jail. That was how I met our keyboard player Cornwallace Hornblower.It seems that Cornwallace, had been hired as the church organist, and was doing a rather good job. That was until he and the preacher's daughter got into the church's wine that Saturday night, and then got into each others pants and she played his organ. Apparently he had passed out that Sunday morning and didn't come to until that Monday morning, still drunk and drinking. We hopped a freighter to Jamaica, and that is where we met BoBo Sides our lead guitar and fiddle player.BoBo can play any percussion or string instrument, having played in orchestras and having done lots of studio work, before meeting his Jamaican wife. He retired to Jamaica, with his wife and ran a little farm on the island. Loving music, he had put together his own little trio, which consisted of his brother in law, Aubrey Shirley, the drummer and Hyman Magoo. No one but BoBo and Hyman knows where he is from or how they met, and they ain't telling, but HiMe can play a mean bass, so it don't much matter. Corny and I walked into a little tourist trap bar, when these three dudes come walking in. Well walking is being a little generous. It was more like assisted stumbling, leaving an odorous trail of rum and weed lingering behind them. It was an odd sight to see two large guys, and a skinny little fellow in between the two, fall on the stage, stubble behind their instruments and then play some of the funkiest reggae and blues music you ever heard. Instead of us trying to join their band Cornwallace and I decided we would pay BoBo's band to back us up. I watched how Pat Boone got rich singing black music to white folks, so I thought I would venture out and sing white music to black folks. Unfortunately that idea didn't work out like I planned, and I was back out on the street, broke and busted. I guess that is why Pat didn't play white music, it just ain't that good except for country and black folks just don't listen to that much country. Just when things were looking bad I got a call from my white cousin Navin, in Mississippi. He said if I could get a band together and get out to L. A. he had a great paying gig for us.We had been playing with BoBo's band in little tourist traps, dives and on cruise ships for the last three years and I was ready for a change. The band agreed so we went west. My cousin Navin Sr. joined the band and it was in LA where we began to define our sound, adding a horn section, the Fallic Brothers, Peter, Richard, and Rodney. Most all our work was studio, but it paid well and made us legends in the industry.Of course we played under a different name back then, but due to a law suite with my 2nd ex-wife and manager, we can no longer use that name or even mention it. That was the last time I ever let Keith Richards set me up with someone. If you have ever seen a porno movie produced in the 70's, odds are you have heard our unique sound and probably seen my ex-wife. We soon headed to the East Coast and NYC to back the original Electric Mayhem, and life was good. When the 80's came along and the industry started going more with the synthesized sound, work got tight and everyone started going in their own direction. By 1988 the band had broken up. Hyman headed to New England. You may have seen him around Boston, backing Peter Wolfe. The Fallic Brothers stayed in California, and started a mariachi band. BoBo and Aubrey headed back to Jamaica, where they formed a new band and were a regular fixture at Hedonism. Cornwallace and I went to Nashville, where we ran into Pat Boone once again.The past between Pat and I was water under the bridge, and we started collaborating on a new album for Pat. I came up with the idea that Pat do heavy metal album. Again, not one of my best ideas. I guess Pat should have kept doing black music, and not tried doing white music. You got to go with what you know and what works. I should have learned my lesson the first time. Never the less, Pat kept Corny and me on board, and from Nashville, we moved to Branson, MO. While in Branson, who should we run into but the Fallic Brothers, backing up Tony Orlando and Dawn. We began playing small local joints outside Branson, creating a new sound once more. In 2005 we reunited at BoBo's farm in Jamaica. A little trouble with the ministry or agriculture, motivated our relocation to BoBo's accessorial home and farm in Slick Lizard, Alabama, just outside of Muscle Shoals. BoBo has a whole other version. Good luck trying to get us to agree anything, especialy who is in charge.We plan to be on the road again in 2007, followed up with an album "There's A Fever In The Funk House Now" of new music and few oldies but goodies in 2008. We want to thank our fan for all their support, and looking forward to seeing you at a show in your town sometime soon.Peace, Love & Good Karma, or just a good piece of love;B.B., Cornwallace, Aubrey, BoBo, Hyman, The Fallic Brothers, Navin Sr. & Navin Jr.
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