You remember when I was hyping up that Judy Henske collection?
Well, it arrived, and the music is just as awesome as I expected it to be. However, the liner notes are even better than I expected them to be. Especially this one:
Hooka Tooka
When I sang this at Mr. Kelly’s in Chicago, Martin Luther King came in. He waited for me after the show. I was paralyzed with fear. He said, “You know that whorehouse song you sing? That ‘Hooka Tooka’ song?” I thought, Oh no oh no oh my God. Then he said “You said that song was from a whorehouse in Chicago. I don’t think so. I think it’s Texas, or maybe Louisiana.”
Here’s the song, with the intro dialogue:
Hooka Tooka