Monday, December 8, 2025

123. Rubber Biscuit

The Chips (Josie 803, 1956 – b/w “Oh, My Darlin'”);
composed by Charles Johnson, Nathaniel Epps, Paul Fulton, Sammy Strain, and Shedrick Lincoln


This song is best remembered today as Dan Aykroyd’s feature with the Blues Brothers, but if Aykroyd’s relative subtlety set off Belushi, then the original version of this makes Aykroyd’s seem like a sack of doorknobs. The song is a novelty number featuring a lead scatting nonsense syllables over an uptempo harmony group who all come to a periodic halt for the same lead to deliver a series of giggling gnomic jokes about being broke and hungry. What makes it absolutely brilliant is what the Bros left out – the feather-light timing. One rap goes: “The other day I ate a ricochet biscuit. Well, it’s the kind of a biscuit that's supposed to bounce off the wall back in your mouth. If it don't bounce back – [sobs] – you go hungry!” On the Chips record, the sobs between those phrases are a weird airburst lasting a single beat. Then the ensemble comes back a whole beat sooner than you expect them to – like someone pulling your chair out from under you. Some may also remember it playing in Mean Streets when Harvey Keitel’s character is getting quickly wasted in a bar and Scorsese’s camera follows him all the way to the floor.

Note: Secular essays about individual songs, each one exactly 200 words long, appearing one per day through Advant and at least semi-regularly until Donald goes away.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

A nice irony in Mean Streets is its juxtaposition to the sentimental bar owner's request, for the second time in the movie, to only play the oldies, as if they were trying to hang onto the atmosphere of a CYO dance as they were entering into adulthood in a post-Vietnam world. The skipping of the record of Pledging My Love is also very interesting in this scene. (Had to explain the back story of the song to students, in a Childhood and Adolescence in Film course, for full effect.) For all its gentrification into 'Nolita' the neighborhood still feels most itself when a car passes by with doowop blasting out the window. (Then again when I had a b'day party in a old social club repurposed into a restaurant by neighborhood guys, the owner grasped me well enough to pullout a doowop Happy Birthday for me, so I might be especially sensitive to these things.

Anonymous said...

Btw, John M., not hiding away as anon...