NYC street punk meets Motor City hardcore. Krum Bums and more.
Little Joe Hernandez shined up his Tejano crown at Fiesta Gardens two weeks ago, celebrating his birthday at the Día de los Muertos Festival. Check out this week’s offerings, guaranteed to drown us in Latin jams and enough sugar skulls to fill every graveyard in Central Texas to capacity.
• Día de los Muertos Dance Party & Parade with DJ King Louie (Central Market North)
• Dance of the Dead featuring Gobi, AJ Vallejo’s Perfect Nation performing Thriller, Dead Love Club, Atticus/ Día de los Muertos with Moombahton Massive, Nadastrom & Sabo, Peligrosa (Empire Control Room)
• The Manifestation Celebration presents the Orb, Opiuo, Random Rab (Emo’s)
• Eva Strangelove and Kitty Korvette present “Karn-Evil”: Mistress Stephanie & Her Melodic Cat, costume contest, and more (Gypsy Lounge)
• Day of the Dead Dance Party: Nightmare on Funk Street feat. Foot Patrol, Catastica, Bumping Uglies (Spider House Ballroom)– Nina Hernandez
Soul music has its fair share of eccentrics but few are more colorful than the original D-O-double-G. That was apparent from the moment the gonzo soul singer born Jerry Williams Jr. in Virginia got on the line from his California home – butt naked with a Bluetooth.
“I just got out of the shower and I’m lotioning down and shit. You can put that in your article, let people know I’m clean. Swamp Dogg was taking a fuckin’ shower!”
Swamp Dogg may be clean, but he’s incredibly filthy and never was very pretty. That’s one reason the self-described “short dumpy motherfucker” abandoned a middling career as a romantic R&B balladeer and adopted the Swamp Dogg persona.
“I was a class A opening act,” says Williams, who also wrote and produced for Irma Thomas, Doris Duke, and countless others. “You couldn’t get no better opening act than me, but I was never going to be a closer as Jerry Williams. I don’t exude all of the romantic shit that Jackie Wilson, Chuck Jackson, and Tommy Hunt – all those guys – exuded. They walk onstage, bitches had brought an extra pair of drawers to throw onstage. Ain’t nobody ever throw anything at me except for some fruit.”
Free from the confines of the mainstream, Swamp Dogg unleashed Total Destruction to Your Mind in 1970, a cult classic steeped in political tension and acid. With a world-view all his own, Swamp laments our “Synthetic World,” exposes the absurdity of racism on “I Was Born Blue,” shills magic moonshine on “Sal-A-Faster,” and fantasizes about wood nymphs on “Dust Your Head Color Red.”
“Wood nymphs are actually sexy,” he tries to explain. “If you could get out in the woods with them motherfuckers you could have yourself a ball. I don’t know, a wood nymph might be some of the best pussy a motherfucker ever had.”– Thomas Fawcett
Big D-reared cult songsmith still one LP into a four-decade career.