The focus of Jack Cornell’s magical reading of “You’re So Rude” was, in the woozy spirit of the Faces, to “have us a real good time.” Mission accomplished! Cornell’s vocal is fantastic, and his love of the Faces original is obvious and contagious. Guitars weave in and out of David “DK” Kim’s pub-bound groove as keyboardist Billy Livsey - who worked with Ronnie Lane (he also played the synth solo on Tina Turner’s “What’s Love Got To Do With it”) - pays homage to the late Ian McLagan. And the good-time horn section takes the party home in New Orleans style!
Composer: Ronnie Lane and Ian McLagan
Ed Bumgardner- bass
Rob Slater- electric guitar
Gino Grandinetti- electric guitars
David "DK" Kim- drums, percussion
Billy Livsey- Hammond C3 organ, Wurlitzer 220A electric piano
Tim Gordon- tenor and baritone saxophones, horn arrangement
Brad Wilcox- trumpets
Jack Cornell- lead vocal
Produced by Chris Garges, Ed Bumgardner, and Rob Slater
Recorded and mixed by Chris Garges at Old House House Studio, Charlotte, NC
*Except Jack Cornell, recorded by Jack Cornell at Cafe 411, Raleigh, NC,
Billy Livsey, recorded by Billy Livsey at Billy's House, Nashville, TN,
Tim Gordon, recorded by Tim Gordon at Sax Works Studio, Charlotte, NC,
And Brad Wilcox, recorded by Brad Wilcox at 13 Morningstar, Charlotte, NC
Mastered by Scott Craggs at Old Colony Mastering, Scituate, RI
Vinyl lacquer master cut by Jeff Powell at Take-Out Vinyl, Memphis, TN
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Lyrics
My mom she likes you, she thinks you're swell
You got the makings of a dance hall girl
Your low cut frock and your bird's nest hair
Stiletto heels and the way that you swear
She says to take you back to see my folks again
On Sunday
Why, it looks as though there's nobody in
They've all gone out to see my Auntie Renee
Now don't you worry, you just come right in
I'm sure we'll pass the time til' they come home
Well, let me take your coat, kick off your shoes, warm your toes
Try the sofa
It's getting dark, we'll miss the late night bus
It's only eight! Well, I'm not takin' any chances
What's that noise? Why'd they come back so soon?
Straighten your dress, you're really lookin' a mess
I'll wet my socks, pretend we just got caught in the rain
Oh, you're so rude
It's getting dark, we'll miss the late night bus
It's only eight but I'm not takin' any chances
What's that noise? Why'd they come back so soon?
Straighten your dress, you're really lookin' a mess
I'll wet my socks, pretend we just got caught in the rain
Oh, you're so rude