JAMES BURTON: Sexy Blighty girls dance to--JOHNNY B GOOD




"Some people call me an idiot, but I am The Killer." "I can't figure it out, but it sounds great,All of it sounds great. Awesome." 'He knows smoothing', but he ain't sayin'I am being honest," "I appreciate you for saying that, young man," "I just want to know. I'm watching people in the room and I get real sensitive. I watch people's eyes. Now who is this guy here? Hey, who are you? "That's James," "Come here, boy," "I'm James. I'm ..." "OK, James. What do you think?" James is nervous and, like many young men, southern U.S.A. and elsewhere, his discomfort summons up his manners. "I think it sounds real good, We got a lot of good vocals on there. Last night I liked everything that was on there. Tonight I love everything--"

"Do you love God?"

"it's gotta be good. He can't lie--" "Do you love God along with Elvis Presley, Carl Perkins, Johnny Cash, and other white performers who helped make Memphis the center of the pop-music univers?" "H-e-l-l! James, "Do you love God?", 'Yes sir, I sure do," "Are you a Baptist?" "A Baptist Christian," James responds, "I knew you were fucked up." "Uh oh," James says. "You know the only thing wrong with Baptist folk?" "What it is?" James plays along. "They just need to get saved,"

"Oh! My grandfather was a preacher. I'm not gonna tell him--" "Young man,I'm just putting you on." "I know it." James swallows Baptist folks. They're good,"

"They just don't preach the full gospel." "I'm not as good a preacher as I ought to be," James admits. "Well, let me go back to where we started: the Book of Acts, second chapter. Read it. Pentecostal. You are what you are. You're realistic and you're real--or you're not.Now I'm watching you people in there and I know what you're thinking. I know what you're thinking, I know what you're looking at. You ain't minute." "I'd never try to," James says, once again on the defensive. "You've been around long enough to read me the Book."

"Now that boy's got a little more sense than I thought he had. That's good." James goes on, too nervous to stop now. "He's got us jumping in there so fast we ain't got time to think." "Now if I could just recall this dude back here for about fifteen minutes,we could show you a trick."

"Never be another Elvis Presley. He had that something. Dynamic, you know, something that would make you want to drive ten thousand miles to see him if you only had fifteen cents in your pocket. You'd get the money somewhere to go. Ain't nobody could outdraw Elvis Presley." "Well, we had some good times right here in this old studio out here. He told me, he said, 'Wh-what's goin' on?' Wh-why did you, you didn't have to go into the Army?'

'Shit, I never was that crazy." "He got a little upset about that,But he was some man. He served his time, he done it. He was so far ahead of his time. He was so great."

"Landlord ringing on the front door bell B-b-b-baby, baby, b-b-baby." "Well, he had something different, didn't he? He was a real gentleman, son. I'll never forget--I know people don't want to hear this bullshit I'm talking about--he pulled out right here and parked, he had that 1956 Lincoln Mark I, I believe it was, I think it was. White one. When he got out of the damned car, I wanted to see what he looked like. He rolled out of that car and he walked in and he looked just exactly like he looked--dangerous. We had some times. But those days are going, aren't they?"
"And they can spot you a mile off if you've got a shot of Demerol or something. They can detect it just like that." He snaps his fingers. "Whiskey's bad enough, but that other kind of stuff…man. Brother, I don't mean to be getting into that, it's just a pleasure talking to somebody. You're one of the sharpest people I've talked to." "People talk to you somehow, they talk to me, they get so, I don't know, they just talk in circles. They think they're fooling me, they're trying to put something over on me and I can't hear a prayer." "Weeds die and roses bloom, but I can't figure out what to do with that fucking wife."




"She really made me mad this trip. I told her she ought to go back to her daddy, her manager, Bob McCarver."

"Well, I'm hotter than fresh-fucked sheep!" "Woo! That broke me out in a sweat. Lord, you're gonna pay for what you did wrong, you know that." "Don't go, around come around, what come goes around'll tell you'll get married if I live three thousand years, eleven feet to the ceiling to God's the truth! Mark my word on that! I'm still a living, a living motherhumper." (less info)