After School Session es un álbum de Chuck Berry, publicado en 1957 por Chess. El disco incluye 11 canciones, entre ellas «School Days», «Deep Feeling», «Too Much Monkey Business» y «Wee Wee Hours».
Sobre el álbum
La discografía de Chuck Berry arranca de manera oficial en formato de larga duración con este álbum de 1957. 'After School Session', de hecho, funciona como una compilación de los revolucionarios sencillos que el artista había grabado para Chess Records. El disco es un documento histórico de un valor incalculable, el sonido del nacimiento del rock and roll en su forma más pura y excitante.
En este trabajo, un joven Chuck Berry ya se presenta como un artista completo. Es un guitarrista innovador, con un estilo rítmico y melódico que definiría el sonido del instrumento para siempre. Es un letrista y un cronista social de un ingenio extraordinario, el primer poeta de la cultura juvenil.
El álbum está repleto de clásicos que sentaron las bases del género. "School Day (Ring! Ring! Goes the Bell)", por ejemplo, captura a la perfección la frustración y el anhelo de libertad de los adolescentes. Además, "Too Much Monkey Business" es una letanía trepidante sobre las presiones de la vida moderna.
El disco también incluye incursiones en el blues más tradicional, como en "Wee Wee Hours", lo que demuestra su profundo conocimiento de las raíces musicales. 'After School Session' no es solo un conjunto de canciones; es el Big Bang de la guitarra de rock y de la narrativa pop. Es el manual de instrucciones sobre el que se construiría toda la música popular posterior.
Listado de Canciones
- School Days2:56
Letra
Up in the mornin' and out to school The teacher is teachin' the Golden Rule American history and practical math You studyin' hard and hopin' to pass Workin' your fingers right down to the bone And the guy behind you won't leave you alone Ring, ring goes the bell The cook in the lunch room's ready to sell You're lucky if you can find a seat You're fortunate if you have time to eat Back in the classroom, open your books Keep up the teacher don't know how mean she looks Soon as three o'clock rolls around You finally lay your burden down Close up your books, get out of your seat Down the halls and into the street Up to the corner and 'round the bend Right to the juke joint, you go in Drop the coin right into the slot You're gotta hear somethin' that's really hot With the one you love, you're makin' romance All day long you been wantin' to dance, Feeling the music from head to toe Round and round and round we go Hail, hail rock and roll Deliver me from the days of old Long live rock and roll The beat of the drums, loud and bold Rock, rock, rock and roll The feelin' is there, body and soul. - Deep Feeling3:04
- Too Much Monkey Business2:51
Letra
Runnin' to-and-fro - hard workin' at the mill. Never fail in the mail - yeah, come a rotten bill! Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business for me to be involved in! Salesman talkin' to me - tryin' to run me up a creek. Says you can buy now, gone try - you can pay me next week, ahh! Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business for me to be involved in! Blond have good looks - tryin' to get me hooked. Want me to marry - get a home - settle down - write a book! Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business for me to be involved in! Same thing every day - gettin' up, goin' to school. No need for me to complain - my objection's overruled, ahh! Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business for me to be involved in! Pay phone - something wrong - dime gone - will hold I ought to sue the operator for spinning me a tale- ahh! Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business for me to be involved in! Been to Yokohama - been fightin' in the war. Army bunk - Army chow - Army clothes - Army car, aah! Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business for me to be involved in! Workin' in the fillin' station - too many tasks. Wipe the windows - check the tires - check the oil - dollar gas! Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business. Don't want your botheration, get away, leave me! TOO MUCH MONKEY BUSINESS FOR ME!! - Wee Wee Hours2:20
Letra
In the wee, wee hours That's when I think of you In the wee, wee hours That's when I think of you You say, but yet I wonder If your love was ever true In a wee little room I sit alone and think of you In a wee little room I sit alone and think of you I wonder if you still remember All the things we used to do One little song For a fading memory One little song For a fading memory Of the one I really love The only one for me - Roly Poly2:42
Letra
220 pounds is a lot to carry round. You could even say that she is fat. Roly Poly, Roly Poly. If she were thin and without a double chin, there wouldn't be So much for me to love. Roly Poly, Roly Poly - No Money Down2:59
Letra
As I was motivatin' Back in town I saw a Cadillac sign Sayin' "No Money Down" So I eased on my brakes And I pulled in the drive Gunned my motor twice Then I walked inside Dealer came to me Said "Trade in you Ford And I'll put you in a car That'll eat up the road Just tell me what you want And then sign on that line And I'll have it brought down to you In a hour's time" I'm gonna get me a car And I'll be headed on down the road Then I won't have to worry About that broken - down, raggedy Ford "Well Mister I want a yellow convertible Four - door de Ville With a Continental spare And a wide chrome wheel I want power steering And power brakes I want a powerful motor With a jet off - take I want air condition I want automatic heat And I want a full Murphy bed In my back seat I want short - wave radio I want TV and a phone You know I gotta talk to my baby When I'm ridin' alone" Yes I'm gonna get that car And I'm gonna head on down the road Yeah, then I won't have to worry About that broken - down, raggedy Ford "I want four carburetors And two straight exhausts I'm burnin' aviation fuel No matter what the cost I want railroad air horns And a military spark And I want a five - year guarantee On everything I got I want ten - dollar deductible I want twenty dollar notes I want thirty thousand liability" That's all she wrote I got me a car And I'm headed on down the road No money down I don't have to worry About that broken - down, raggedy Ford - Brown Eyed Handsome Man2:18
Letra
Arrested on charges of unemployment, He was sitting in the witness stand The judge's wife called up the district attorney Said you free that brown eyed man You want your job you better free that brown eyed man Flying across the desert in a TWA, I saw a woman walking across the sand She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay. To get a brown eyed handsome man Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man Way back in history three thousand years Back every since the world began There's been a whole lot of good women shed a tear For a brown eyed handsome man That's what the trouble was brown eyed handsome man Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind Between a doctor and a lawyer man Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself A brown eyed handsome man That's what your daddy is a brown eyed handsome man Milo Venus was a beautiful lass She had the world in the palm of her hand But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match To get brown eyed handsome man She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man Two, three count with nobody on He hit a high fly into the stand Rounding third he was headed for home It was a brown eyed handsome man That won the game; it was a brown eyed handsome man - Berry Pickin'3:09
- Together (We'll Always Be)2:32
- Havana Moon2:47
Letra
Havana moon, Havana moon Me all alone with jug of rum Me stand and wait for boat to come It's long the night, it's quiet the dock The boat she late since 12 o'clock Me watch the tide easin' in Is low the moon, but high the wind Havana moon, Havana moon Me all alone, me open the rum It's long the wait for boat to come American girl come back to me We'll sail away across the sea We'll dock in New York, the buildings high We'll find a home up in the sky Havana moon, Havana moon Me still alone, me sip on the rum Me wonder where the boat she come To bring me love, ow! Sweet little thing She rock and roll, she dance and sing She hold me tight, she touch me lips Me eyes they close, me heart she flip Havana moon, Havana moon But still alone, me drinkin' the rum Begin to think the boat no come American girl, she tell a lie She say till then, she mean goodbye Havana moon, Havana moon Me lay down alone, was good the rum Me fall asleep, the boat she come The girl she look till come the dawn She weep and cry, "Return for home" The whistle blow, me open me eyes Was bright the sun, was blue the sky Me grab me shoes, me jump and run Me see the boat head for horizon Havana moon, is gone the rum The boat she sail, me love she gone Havana moon, Havana moon - Downbound Train/Drifting Heart