℗ 1964
All but one of these 19 tracks were recorded in December, 1964, as Butterfield's projected first LP; the results were scrapped and replaced by their official self-titled debut, cut a few months later. With both Bloomfield and Bishop already in tow, these sessions rank among the earliest blues-rock ever laid down. Extremely similar in feel to the first album, it's perhaps a bit rawer in production and performance, but not appreciably worse or different than what ended up on the actual debut LP. Dedicated primarily to electric Chicago blues standards, Butterfield fans will find this well worth acquiring, as most of the selections were never officially recorded by the first lineup (although different renditions of five tracks showed up on the first album and the What's Shakin' compilation). — Richie Unterberger |
(Willie Dixon)
Could fill spoons full of diamonds, Could fill spoons full of gold. Just a little spoon of your precious love Will satisfy my soul. Men lies about it. Some of them cries about it. Some of them dies about it. Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonfull. That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull. That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull. That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull. That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull. Could fill spoons full of coffee, Could fill spoons full of tea. Just a little spoon of your precious love; Is that enough for me? Men lies about it. Some of them cries about it. Some of them dies about it. Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonfull. That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull. That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull. That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull. That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull. Could fill spoons full of water, Save them from the desert sands. But a little spoon of your forty-five Saved you from another man. Men lies. Some of them cries about it. Some of them dies. Everything's a-fightin' about it. Everything's a-cryin' about it. Everything's a-diein' about it. Everything's a-cryin' about it. Everything's a-liein' about it. Little old, little old spoonfull. Die'n about it Cryin about it That spoon, that spoon Little old, little old spoonfull That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull. That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull. Everything's a-diein' about it.