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Augie Meyers

  • You Ain't Rollin Your Roll Rite [Paramount, 1973] B
  • Finally in Lights [Texas Re-Cord, 1977] B-
  • My Main Squeeze [Atlantic America, 1988] B

Consumer Guide Reviews:

You Ain't Rollin Your Roll Rite [Paramount, 1973]
Doug Sahm's faithful organist has a rather shallow voice, but he knows good material and occasionally writes some--"Sugar Blu" is the way Doug ought to be opening his sets these days, and the title song sounds like advice to rock and rollers who get lost on their way to legendhood. Straightforward Tex-Mex like they don't hardly make no more. B

Finally in Lights [Texas Re-Cord, 1977]
The jazzy coda doesn't ruin "Sky High," "Deed to Texas" is chauvinism at its most forgivable, and in general this is good fun. But though Meyers has grown as a singer he has nothing to add to "Release Me," and though he half-earns the right to contribute seven of his own songs I bet he knows "Baby, Baby" is sheer filler. B-

My Main Squeeze [Atlantic America, 1988]
History having advanced backwards, the eternal Tex-Mex sideman picks up an accordion. Ronda's on his Honda, and if Velma from Selma's dad doesn't turn him into enchiladas, all will be well. B