The Ditty Bops - Sister Kate
Writing by Segal on Sunday, 21 of October , 2007 at 12:56 pm
We’re back from our time warp back to the 70s, and in a pique of chronological curiosity, we’re firmly ensconced in the 1940s via a jazz classic couched in the irony of the 2000s, making it a repetune that never fades.
I love the drums in this song. They’re very Muppet Show to me - random tin cans and clanky, unidentifiable sounds, mixed with a trap kit for that jazzy, swinging feel. I cannot help but move to them. Sometimes, in the car, it’s a shoulder shimmy. At home, it’s a bastardized zydeco/lindy-hop full body spasm because, well, I’m rather uncoordinated down there. Whatever the place, whenever the time, I’m going at it.
Then, there are the lyrics. As I think back on the popular swing that everyone associates with the period, none of it concentrates on lurid matter. The most forward any of it got was the Andrews Sisters telling their beaus not to sit under the apple tree with anyone but them. The Ditty Bops, however, take up the cause celebrated by Ma Rainey and many other singers who weren’t afraid to put a little bump and grind into their twist and shout:
Wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate
I’d never stay home, stay out too late
I’d get my stuff about as high as a kite
You know I do it for you every night
Now all the boys in the neighborhood
Knew Katie could shimmy and it’s mighty good
Hot stuff!!! Kate’s the town bicycle, and her little sister wants to follow in her footsteps. Aaah, underage sexuality. I haven’t felt this cool about it since Maurice Chevalier’s turn in Gigi.
This song is so catchy, I can’t help but have it course through my brain every now and again, sometimes for hours-long stretches. It requires my daily necessity for fun, funk, and the ladies. Sure beats my old job - smuggling Russian whores into the country via storage containers in San Pedro. A lot more enjoyable too.
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