Corey Harris

Fish Ain't Bitin'

Fish Ain't Bitin'
Brilliant acoustic bluesman delivers album of mostly original and often topical songs featuring New Orleans brass paired with his intense slide guitar. "He sounds like the greens in the garden without the fertilizer"--BUDDY GUY

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WINNER OF THE 1997 BLUES MUSIC AWARD FOR "ACOUSTIC BLUES ALBUM OF THE YEAR"

All songs Harris, After Click Publishing, ASCAP, administered by Eyeball Music, BMI, except as not...
WINNER OF THE 1997 BLUES MUSIC AWARD FOR "ACOUSTIC BLUES ALBUM OF THE YEAR"

All songs Harris, After Click Publishing, ASCAP, administered by Eyeball Music, BMI, except as noted

Corey Harris, Guitar and Vocals
On High Fever Blues, Fish Ain't Bitin', 5-0 Blues, and Clean Rag:
Keith "Wolf" Anderson, Trombone
(solo on Fish Ain't Bitin' )
Charles Joseph, Trombone
(except on Clean Rag )
Anthony "Tuba Fats" Lacen, Tuba
Harry "Point Man" M. Dennis, Jr., Percussion
On Mama Got Worried, Frankie And Johnnie, and Moosemilk Blues :
Chris Severin, Bass
Brass Arrangements by Larry Hoffman
Clean Rag arranged by Corey Harris and the band

Produced by Corey Harris and Larry Hoffman
Recorded October 19 & 21, 1996 and mixed December 20 & 21, 1996 at Ultrasonic Studios, New Orleans, LA
Engineered and mixed by David Farrell
Mastered January 31, 1997 at Monster Disc, Chicago, IL, by Jay O'Rourke, Larry Hoffman and Bruce Iglauer
Photography by Rick Olivier
Design by Matt Minde

Corey Harris is booked by
Monterey Peninsula
Tel (312) 640-7500; Fax (312) 640-2515

For Myles
Corey Harris would like to thank The Creator, The Ancestors, my family, Kore, Sharon and Jamal, Shane and Ginger, Josephi, Harry, Wolf, Charles, Tuba and Chris. Thanks also to Nora and everybody at Alligator, Dave at Ultrasonic and la famille Crumb. JAH loveth the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.--Psalm 87.

Larry Hoffman wishes to thank Kore Obialo, David Farrell, Bruce Iglauer and staff at Alligator and Kurt Johnson.


Liner Notes

Corey Harris makes a good first impression. The first time I saw him was in the tiny back room of a club in New Orleans. He was sitting on a stool, a battered National steel guitar in his hand. His shirt was unbuttoned and sweat was dripping off his beard onto his chest. Each time he struck the rattling strings, tapped his ragged brown shoes on the dirty concrete floor or coaxed a phrase out of some place deep inside his gut, the audience's sense of place and time disappeared a little. Until all they were left with was this incredible musician who had somehow plugged himself not just into the deep-running waters around the Mississippi Delta but also the equally deep and raging currents of his own blood, of the journey from freedom to slavery to freedom of his own ancestors, whose roots he has spent much of his life researching.

Corey Harris makes an even better second impression. Talking with him opens up a world of experience. He has a degree in anthropology; he studied Pidgin-English on a Watson Fellowship in Cameroon, West Africa; he drove throughout the South playing guitar; he taught middle-school French in a small Louisiana town; he's led students on public service projects in New Orleans. He listens to everything: rap; spirituals; klezmer; Indian sitar music; Hawaiian slack-key guitar; French dance-hall tunes and Malian guitar players. His ears are amazingly wide open. And in the past year the world's ears have been opening to his music. Until just a couple of years ago, Harris' main concert venue was the streets. Now, at 28, he's played at festivals all over Europe, appeared in Japan with B.B. King and Buddy Guy, and toured across America as an opening act for not only B.B. and Buddy, but also for Natalie Merchant and The Dave Matthews Band, gaining exposure to a pop audience--an extremely rare opportunity for an acoustic blues musician. He's also grown remarkably as a songwriter, striking an equal and effortless balance between his own songs and the blues canon on this album, his second for Alligator. On his first, Between Midnight And Day , there were only three originals--and there was a kazoo instead of a brassy back-up band.

Harris' life has turned completely around in the past year. For the first time in his life, he's actually making a living at concert halls. And what does he want to do now? "Play for school children," he says.

Harris is a beautiful contradiction, and it shows in every aspect of this album. Beginning with the title, Fish Ain't Bitin', a bad-luck expression from a man who's had almost nothing but good luck (at least career-wise) lately. Then there's the first few bars of the first song, High Fever Blues . It begins with a sparsely plucked guitar, which is suddenly answered by a melancholy blast from a horn section that seems to have wandered over from a street parade in Harris' current home, New Orleans. Forget authenticity; Harris is going for a sound true to himself. To top it off, the high fever Harris sings about with such conviction and desperation is the chicken pox. "You know that high fever makes a rich man poor," he sings with a mix of humor and earnestness on spending a workday in the sick bed.

This kind of unpredictability continues throughout the album. Though some listeners peg Harris as a Delta blues purist playing like he's a contemporary of Robert Johnson or Son House, it's too easy an explanation for an album with roots this complex. That's not to say that Harris isn't a believer in tradition. He is staunchly so, especially when those traditions have to do with family, the blues, reggae, Africa, education or hundreds of other things. But he's only interested in tradition insofar as it enables him to put the present into focus. That may explain songs like the police corruption lament 5-O Blues , which mixes contemporary slang with a guitar-picking style at least 70 years old. Yet this album is not a hybrid in any self-conscious way. The percussion may vary from Harris' stolid foot-tapping to the deep-barreled rhythms of the djun-djun, a Malian bass drum. But, considering Harris' wide range of interests, the sound is remarkably consistent and unforced.

"I don't like to be all over the map," Harris says. "But I don't need to tune out things either.
I leave room in the music for little bits of things to influence it. Sometimes I might say something I heard on a hip-hop record. It's about bringing what I've experienced into my music and just being true to how I express myself naturally."

Take the album's title track, Fish Ain't Bitin', which begins with a delivery that sounds more like radical '60s poetry (a la The Last Poets). That is, before the tuba kicks in. "As a title, Fish Ain't Bitin' came to me from thinking about the situations in rural areas," Harris says. "I lived for a while in rural Louisiana and saw how people have problems with the environment, education, unemployment and just having something as simple as having an ambulance get you if you have an accident. So I summed it up: Fish Ain't Bitin' . There's a lot of things to be had, but they're not reaching the people they need to reach. The song also comes from me being a kid, going down to East Texas to fish for catfish on family land. Nowadays those kinds of interchanges--being outdoors with your family, old people telling stories--are very precious. It's special when they happen, the simple things."

Harris' first album, Between Midnight And Day , was so simple it took only six hours
to record. This one took a little more time but not so much that the music loses its immediacy. The first session was recorded during a weekend in October, 1996. Harris waited until December to return for a final two days of recording and mixing. After all, why rush timeless music?

-- Neil Strauss, The New York Times

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"Stunning and beautiful, played and sung with utter conviction. This is music of great power, joy and celebration"
- BLUES REVUE


"He sounds like the green in the garden without the fertilizer"
- BUDDY GUY



    Track Name Duration  
Play Preview 1 High Fever Blues
3:13
Play Preview 2 Frankie And Johnnie
Author/Publisher:  Traditional
2:55
Play Preview 3 Berry Owens Blues
2:49
Play Preview 4 Take Me Back
Author/Publisher:  Blind Lemon Jefferson, Publisher Unknown
2:19
Play Preview 5 Fish Ain't Bitin'
3:28
Play Preview 6 Preaching Blues
Author/Publisher:  Son House, Sondick Music, BMI
4:57
Play Preview 7 Bumble Bee Blues
Author/Publisher:  Memphis Minnie, Publisher Unknown
4:01
Play Preview 8 God Don't Ever Change
Author/Publisher:  Blind Willie Johnson, Publisher Unknown
2:10
Play Preview 9 5-O Blues
4:52
Play Preview 10 Mama Got Worried
2:59
Play Preview 11 Worried Life Blues
Author/Publisher:  Big Maceo Marriwether, Duchess Music c/o MCA Music, BMI
3:00
Play Preview 12 High Fever Blues
Author/Publisher:  Solo Version
4:06
Play Preview 13 Jack O'Diamonds
Author/Publisher:  Blind Lemon Jefferson, Publisher Unknown
2:38
Play Preview 14 If You Leave Me
2:20
Play Preview 15 Moosemilk Blues
3:17
Play Preview 16 You Got To Move
Author/Publisher:  Fred McDowell/Rev. Gary Davis, Chandos Inc./Tradition Music Co., BMI
3:48
Play Preview 17 Clean Rag
2:21
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