The Bobby Lee Rodgers Trio

The Bobby Lee Rodgers Trio

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Combining great tunes with an impressive trio of musicians, this band will have both your feet and your jaw on the floor all night. Amazing players team up to perform some of the catchiest and memorable songs around. Jazz chops, funky rhythms, and lyrics with soul and humor are guaranteed!

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Biography

This trio was years in the making. During Rodgers' decade with his band The CodeTalkers, he was well-known for playing his guitar through a vintage Leslie speaker cabinet to achieve the sound of the B3 organ to augment the original sound of his vintage guitars.

BOBBY LEE RODGERS:
Picking up the double bass at age seven, Rodgers grasped that instrument with such ease that it was no surprise that he quickly moved on to the drums and then to guitar. In high school, a fortuitous relationship with the band teacher opened Rodgers' eyes to the language of Jazz. Within five years of his H.S. graduation, he had landed a coveted teaching position at the Berklee College of Music where he taught in the Jazz Studies program while moonlighting all along the New England coast, one foot in Jazz, one foot in the world which would eventually lead him home, and to Atlanta's so-called Jam Band world. That was a decade ago. Sharing the stage with Jimmy Herring, Hubert Sumlin, Jeff Sipe and Vassar Clements , Rodgers has managed to maintain his deep roots in Jazz while creating a brand of rock which is intelligent, innovative and absolutely addictive.

Lyrics

Body in the Lake

Written By: Bobby Lee Rodgers

Took myself a little vacation
Lay out by the water in the sand
Now I came across a little old man
You know he looked like he might need a helping hand
So he walked right over to my window
Said, “You better raise your hands, it’s time for you to die”
So I put my foot to the metal
Yeah, he got hung up on the side
So I took him for a ride, yeah

CHORUS:
Threw the body in the lake
You know that I threw him off the bridge so far
He liked to make a tidal wave
Threw the body in the lake
You know that sometimes to just stay alive
You gotta make a few mistakes

Went on my way back to Pensacola
Steering crooked, grinding out the gears
No I couldn’t believe what I just done
So I sat right down and poured myself a beer
Then I turned on the radio station
Said they’d found some body washed up on the side
Then my heart sped up to a million
Yeah, if I’m gonna stay alive
You know I better run & hide

CHORUS:
Threw the body in the lake
You know that I threw him off the bridge so far
He liked to make a tidal wave
Threw the body in the lake
You know sometimes in life
You gotta make a few mistakes

Heard on the morning news today
One they’d found was not the one I thought I’d killed
Turns out that little old man
Shot his wife up in that old tobacco mill
Then I turned on the radio station
I got my car and slammed it down in drive
Then I rode right off with my freedom
Yeah, you know it’s good to be alive
When you don’t have to run and hide, yeah

CHROUS:
Threw the body in the lake
You know that threw him off that bridge so far, he liked to make a tidal wave
Threw the body in the lake
You know that sometimes in life
You gotta make just a few mistakes, yeah

Threw the body in the lake
You know that, threw him off that bridge so far
He liked to make a tidal wave
Threw the body in the lake
You know that sometimes in life
You gotta make a few mistakes
Yeah, just a few mistakes … whoa
Threw the body in the lake …. yeah
Threw the body in the lake … yeah …. whoa

Ike Stubblefield

Written By: Bobby Lee Rodgers


Way up in Toledo Ohio in 1953
the clouds opened up in the sky-o
and the Stubblefield came into being.
He’s had his hands on the organ
since before he was able to see.

I gotta learn to play like Ike Stubblefield!
I gotta learn to play like Ike Stubblefield!
I gotta learn to play like Ike Stubblefield!

He learned his tunes from the Bible
and his Momma told him what he could eat,
so he jumped up on top of his organ
and drove it down Peachtree Street.
He’s got a bird named Stanley
that stands on his shoulder and screams…

I gotta learn to play like Ike Stubblefield!
I gotta learn to play like Ike Stubblefield!
I gotta learn to play like Ike Stubblefield!

So if you go outside in the evening
you might hear the Stubblefield “B”,
and if you need a new driver’s license
you can catch him at the DMV.
He’s like a praying mantis when he plays with his hands and his feet

I gotta learn to play like Ike Stubblefield!
I gotta learn to play like Ike Stubblefield!
I gotta learn to play like Ike Stubblefield!

Broken Home

Written By: Bobby Lee Rodgers

Sometimes you have to alter your own destiny
and takes sides with the life you know.
When spirits try to make their way into your mind
sometimes you have to tell them “no!”.

Cause I don’t want to spend the rest of my life
dying on this broken road,
and you don’t want to spend the rest of your life
fixing up our broken home.

It takes the kind of patience that I’ll never find-
a chemistry of mutated clones.
This pessimistic novel that I have to write
is all that I will ever know.

Cause I don’t want to spend the rest of my life
dying on this broken road.
And you don’t want to spend the rest of your life
fixing up our broken home.

To sacrifice the person in the inner core
is to paralyze a rocking horse.
You sway from side to side and take a rocky ride
until you find your way off course.

Cause I don’t want to spend the rest of my life
dying on this broken road.
And you don’t want to spend the rest of your life
fixing up our broken home.

Discography

The trio tracked a dozen tunes at Tree Sound Studios in Atlanta and live tracks at The Double Door Inn in Charlotte, NC in recent weeks and looks forward to completing a CD for release later in the year (2010.)

Attached tracks are from those sessions.

Set List

All songs are original.

Usually two 60-90 minute sets.