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Chris McCaa, A.K.A. Professor Porkchop, has a voice that is the lovechild of Randy Newman and John Hiatt, seasoned with Tabasco and gin. His piano channels Professor Longhair, Mac Rebennack and Antoine Domino, while his B-3 chops are from the acid depths of Vieux Carre by way of New Iberia. His writing and arranging are a rich roux of the region, informed by Mississippi blues, swamp rock, Zydeco, Caribbean breakdowns and languide island sways. On his second recording, U R My Everything, McCaa reaches deep into his bag of humor and talent to produce eleven bona fide original tunes, each with an independent identity while never forgetting where they came from.
"Blame It On The Moon" stirs white and black gospel into the base of Americana to make a soulful hymn to placing proper responsibility. McCaa doubles on piano and organ, giving the piece a high top and low bottom. Drummer Brady Blade, sonically unadorned throughout the recording, punches the time. "Move to New Orleans" is a street drag march about living the lowlife. "Sprague Street Rag" is all Jelly Roll Morton on the street where the whinin' boy lives. The instrumental "Puerto Rico Hotel" summons the spirit of Louis Moreau Gottschalk from his Brooklyn grave to play electric piano to the Caribbean humidity of the music. Porkchop has the chops and shares them widely.
Track Listing: U R My Everything; Blame It On The Moon; Move To New Orleans; Sprague
Street Rag; Early In The Morning; Junkie For Your Love; Puerto Rican
Hotel; Roll With My Baby; Knock Me A Kiss; Can’t Stop Thinkin; I’m Gone.
Personnel: Chris McCaa: vocals, keyboards; Jason Coffield: guitar, saxophone; rick
Willis: bass; Brady Blade: drums; George Hancock: flute, baritone
saxophone; percussion; Shawn Stroope: bass.
As a kid, my mom told me I'd like jazz. I thought she was nuts. Then I went to hear Cannonball Adderley (with Nat Adderley, George Duke, Walter Booker, Roy McCurdy and Airto) and everything changed. Yeah, mom knows best.