Some might have known King Lee (R.I.P.) from one of his late-night appearances at the Spellcaster Lodge in New Orleans Ninth Ward.Or from his back-up vocals on the 2006 Quintron slow jam DreamCaptains. Or he may have fixed your tire at the St. Claude Tire Shop.If you are an old-school cop, he might have fixed it at Danny s ServiceStation way back in the day.This single is a late-night ode to the St. Claude Tire Shop, recordedby Quintron and King Lee just blocks away at the Spellcaster. Familiarwith much-talked-about blurry connection between Caribbeanrhythms and inner-city New Orleans? It s all over this incredibly slowdrum-machine / echo-organ jam. All the extra clanky sounds are samples from the actual tire shop. Lee s vocal is comprised solelyof him going off on all his friends and relatives who work at the shop.The list of nicknames is impressive, to say the least so much so thatthe song can t be contained on one side! The original take was aboutfifteen minutes, and it was edited down to the essential three-and-ahalfminutes per side. This 45 is truly the sound of the streets withoutdrama and gunfire a tire-shop army of love and beer and tires and aircompressors and echo and organs and tires!A note on the St. Claude Tire shop: This is the only Orleans Parishbusiness that did not close during the you-know-what. They fixed tiresfor the National Guard, Presidential limos, road warrior bike punks,everyone. The owner, Joe Pete, who Lee references several times inthe song, sits on an actual throne of tires to keep an eye on his employees every day. Oh, and check that sign on the cover real close....
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