Bo Carter - Banana In Your Fruit Basket
Can you imagine, post-Fear Factor and Temptation Island, a time in pop culture when you had to be creative to get sex and violence past the censors? It seems like it came from another planet (no pun intended), but the 1930's music of Mississippi's Bo Carter was genius in its innuendo. Taking the "Like a one-eyed jack peepin in a seafood store" line to its outer limits, Carter lets us know what always seemed to be on his mind: "My pencil won't write any more", "What's that smell", "Pig meat is what I crave," etc. Ok, maybe he wasn't that subtle, especially on "Don't Mash My Digger So Deep." But he certainly was able to make with the barbaric yawp without much trouble from the moral patrols of the time. It would figure: A true believer with an exe to grind is the real one-eyed jack; he sees just enough to inspire his crusade, but has none of the guile to spot the torrent of truth flowing right under his nose.
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