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Rockin' Sydney

  • My Zydeco Shoes Got the Zydeco Blues [Maison de Soul, 1985] B-

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My Zydeco Shoes Got the Zydeco Blues [Maison de Soul, 1985]
All over America eccentrics match doggerel to jingle and then importune song publishers for their pot of gold. Sidney Simien commits his creations to vinyl, but with his big talk of "Sidney's hits" and "Talkin' over," his world is no less wishful, except for one thing--he made his breakthrough. A small one, to be sure, but however you spell it "My Toot-Toot" shows off his sporadic lyrical flair and is already a New Orleans standard. Not that there's any compelling reason to hear the way Sidney does it, especially since he plays all the instruments himself (drums last, sounds like). His album is of value primarily as a specimen of guileless folk ambition, of a man struggling to adapt a local tradition to what he understands of the great outside. B-