Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's my nephew Sylvester, and that there's Dussie Mae.
You had your, uh, carrots and your peas,
Just wait till I get my band together.
Band work for me.
What you mean you didn't record the song?
All right, all right. Levee, you right. I apologize.
He say he gonna let me record 'em.
I can carry my black bottom on back down South to my tour,
Come on. Where is you?
♪ Crazy as I can be ♪
that's all right with me. It don't hurt none.
Mr. Irvin gonna straighten it up. I don't care what you play.
They carried me to Miss Etta, the midwife,
♪ Oh, my jelly roll My jelly roll ♪
Bessie what?
All right, boys,
I was following Toledo.
Strike me down before I cut his throat.
and that ain't none of your business.
"Please, God, have mercy on me, Lord. Jesus help me."
he'll never make another record of mine again. Tell him that.
Toledo been a fool about a woman.
Is you gonna be satisfied with a bone somebody done throwed you
Oh, life's fair.
And that taught me how to handle them.
Listen, Ma. I talked to Sturdyvant, and he said…
I ain't doing nothing to the… piano. I'm… l… looking at it.
I heard her when she said, "Lord have mercy. Jesus help me."
Did you turn your back, motherfucker?
like you say, for them to forget about their troubles.
Can I go? I want to see the band.
Damn the door and let's do this. I want to get out of here.
- I was talking to this man. - Boys, I've got your pay.
Come on and turn your back on me!
♪ Crazy as I can be ♪
Reverend Gates was, uh, coming up from Tallahassee to Atlanta
I don't care what Ma say!
Ma?
Cutler.
You hear Levee? You hear this nigga?
…seen the rest.
♪ It'll put you in a trance ♪
This is what gonna help him.
Yeah.
Okay.
Now I'm gonna show you the best.
As soon as they get my voice down on one them recording machines,
One, two, you know what to do.
I seen my daddy go up and grin in this cracker's face.
You done got more shit piled up and mixed up in there
Where the hell was God when all this was going on?
- He know how to write music too. - I don't care.
♪ Please come home to me ♪
I ain't done nothing to her. I just talk to her like I talk to anybody else.
Ma knows something about bad feet. Mmm.
Go on, get my slippers out my bag over yonder.
Y'all back up and leave Levee alone.
All right. Play it for him, Cutler.
In fact, he ain't never heard of it before.
Toledo, what you call a fool
- Okay, come on, now. - Naw, naw. Look at what you done.
or what Mr. Irvin say, it's what Ma say that count.
I was playing the song the way I felt it.
All right, I'm gonna give your God a chance.
and had him dancing till they got tired of watching him.
What's going on? What did you do?
♪ I sit right down on my floor ♪
- Play the music. - Cutler, you hear Slow Drag
But you can rule over life. Life ain't nothing.
Whatever's on the list.
I know where the four is, man. Don't got to tell me nothing.
She marches in like she owns the place, complains about the building being cold,
And you know what's in New York? Harlem. Harlem's in New York.
Oh, don't you be messing around with no shoes that pinch your feet.
I know it's on the four…
No, no, no. No, no. We ain't doing it that way.
Whoo-hoo!
If it ain't one thing, it's another. Straighten your black ass out.
I ain't touch the man.
But you look around and you see some carrots over there,
Ain't nothing gonna work out for you.