Jim George

Jim George

BandRockBlues

Bluesy, sweaty, hot 'n' nasty, thick & crunchy, soulful rock & roll

Biography

Jim George's strong, soulful, sandpapery voice is the centerpiece of a potent mix of crunchy rock 'n 'roll, blues and classic soul/R&B not heard since the heyday of Humble Pie, Rod Stewart & the Faces, and Free.
In a time of one-trick ponies, Stevie Ray Vaughan clones and rock without any roll, the high octane singer-guitarist mixes and matches genres and delivers the goods with an impassioned gospel-like intensity all too rare these days.
Besides offering original material with dynamics, wit and world-class songwriting [his tunes have been used on the ABC-Family smash "The Secret Life of The American Teenager," the USA hit series "Burn Notice," the NBC-TV hit "My Name is Earl," the Fox series "Vanished" and the independent feature film "Neo Ned"], George also rejuvenates old classics with his ability to make a song his own. His musical commingling of the influences of British blues-rock bands (The Who, The Rolling Stones and the aforementioned bands) and such soul greats as Wilson Pickett, James Brown, Sam Cooke, Otis Redding and Ray Charles results in a blend of rock ‘n’ soul which cuts across all demographic lines.
Backed by an ace rhythm section featuring Nick S. Squire on bass and Oz Christ on drums, the pint-sized performer is a dynamo, churning out guitar licks from the Keith Richards-Chuck Berry-Steve Cropper school and punctuating the music with rhythmic flourishes and body english like a three-quarter-scale Pete Townshend. (Videos can be seen at: www.myspace.com/jimgeorge2007). He has held his own whether headlining or heating up audiences for such names as Sonny Landreth, Ian McLagan, Savoy Brown, Walter Wolfman Washington, Eddie Money and Gary Hoey.
George, who was voted “Standout Performer June 2008” in Philadelphia’s World Café Live’s “Philly Rising” competition, also brings to his music a vast knowledge and understanding of music history, courtesy of his years working as a freelance journalist for not only his hometown newspaper but also such international publications as Guitar World, Guitar and Prevue. He has interviewed and had conversations with such legendary musical figures as Muddy Waters, B.B. King, Carl Perkins, Bo Diddley, Willie Dixon, Tony Bennett, Peter Frampton and Marvin Gaye.
Putting the soul back into rock 'n' roll, Jim George is, in an era of retro posers, “The Real Stuff” (which, not coincidentally, is the title of his five-song CD which has yielded the aforementioned song placements).

(Check out most recent video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9atkD7QL74Y

Lyrics

LOVE-PROOF

Written By: JIM GEORGE

LOVE-PROOF

I'll have your feet in the air and your toenails red
If you're gonna see me, you're gonna see me in your bed
You don't want no gentleman
You don't like the tender part
I tried to give you that and got kicked upside my heart

Save your crazy games for all those other guys
I'm the only one who never needed a disguise
I thought you were a flower, but you're just a tangled weed
You don't know what you want, but I know what you need

I can rock your roll
But you won't get my heart again, it's true
I can shake your soul
But you made me love-proof to you

I'll make you moan and scream
That's an absolute
I'll take you so high you'll need a parachute
I'll meet you on the floor
The kitchen table's fine with me
The bathtub might be nice or outside on your balcony

You took away my pride
But you won't get my heart again, it's true
You took me for a ride
Now you made me love-proof to you

c Jim George

TOUGH COOKIE

Written By: JIM GEORGE

LITTLE JOEY

He talked softly and carried a quick fist
He specialized in body work, if you get my drift
He had the face of a featherweight
And a gaze as cold as slate
God forbid you should mess with the kid
Little Joey

He quicksilver, he T.N.T, he dynamite
He live wire, he moody mighty might
He bad news, what more can I say
Give him lip and he’d smack you into yesterday
God forbid you should mess with the kid
Little Joey

He’s a one-man stampede
You better watch your step ‘cause he’s the victim of the bad seed

He used muscle to get all his points across
He knew the art of persuasion at any cost
He stood shortly, five-four in his shoes
But he was known as the King of Black and Blues
God forbid you should mess with the kid
Little Joey

He’s a one-man stampede
You better watch your step ‘cause he’s the victim of the bad seed

c Jim George

BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL

Written By: JIM GEORGE

BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL

Back in the churches and the cotton fields
A seed was planted that forever yields
Soul from heaven, blues from the earth
Can't put a price on what it's worth

Sing it better or sing it worse
Just remember who sang it first
The case is clearly irrefutable
Face the music, black is beautiful

Don't fool yourself into thinking you're doing something new
'Cause a brother or a sister did it long before you
Ain't nothing new under the sun
We just mix and match what they've already done

Play it better or play it worse
Just remember who played it first
The facts are simply indisputable
Face the music, black is beautiful

Ain't nothing better than a song from a voice so strong and true
Can bring a tear to your eye or let the sun come shining through

(repeat verse two)

Say it better or say it worse
Just remember who said it first
The history is irrefutable
Face the music, black is beautiful

c Jim George

CASSANDRA

Written By: JIM GEORGE

CASSANDRA

I don't need a million dollars, though it would be nice
If offered that bread, I'd surely take a slice
But where I want to be, I don't have to think twice
Anyplace you are to me is paradise

It's you I want, Cassandra
Listen to my heart
It ain't love propaganda
It's you I want, Cassandra

I want to watch your pretty blues twinkle as you speak
I want to feel your sunny mane brush across my cheek
To me you have no peer in face or physique
Every inch of you is beyond critique

(repeat chorus)

You carry yourself like a thoroughbred
Every move is true
If I had Aladdin's lamp, I'd wish for making love to you

I want to hold you close and drink you in like wine
I want to feel youir heartbeat next to mine
I hope this doesn't sound like some kind of line
But God broke the mold after your design

(repeat chorus)

c Jim George

LET'S DO SOMETHING NEW

Written By: JIM GEORGE

LET’S DO SOMETHING NEW

Let’s do something new
And keep it under wraps
Let’s do something new
And keep it under our hats

Let’s do something new
Strictly on the sly
Let’s do something new
There’s no need to be shy

Let’s be outrageous
It’s so contagious
Just be courageous
It might be advantageous

Let’s do something new
We’ll do it just for fun
Let’s do something new
Then once more soon as we’re done

Let’s be outrageous
It’s so contagious
Just be courageous
It might be advantageous

Let’s do something new
And tiptoe on thin ice
Let’s do something new
And trust the tumbling dice

c Jim George

LITTLE JOEY

Written By: JIM GEORGE

LITTLE JOEY

He talked softly and carried a quick fist
He specialized in body work, if you get my drift
He had the face of a featherweight
And a gaze as cold as slate
God forbid you should mess with the kid
Little Joey

He quicksilver, he T.N.T, he dynamite
He live wire, he moody mighty might
He bad news, what more can I say
Give him lip and he’d smack you into yesterday
God forbid you should mess with the kid
Little Joey

He’s a one-man stampede
You better watch your step ‘cause he’s the victim of the bad seed

He used muscle to get all his points across
He knew the art of persuasion at any cost
He stood shortly, five-four in his shoes
But he was known as the King of Black and Blues
God forbid you should mess with the kid
Little Joey

He’s a one-man stampede
You better watch your step ‘cause he’s the victim of the bad seed

c Jim George

SILVER BLONDE

Written By: JIM GEORGE

SILVER BLONDE

You look so tasty, it drives me crazy
You shimmer with a sexy grace
You're not like all the rest, you're made of the best
I get high when I'm in your embrace
I hope that other guy is quick to realize what he might
take for granted are the same things I'd prize

Silver Blonde, you radiate
Silver Blonde, you intoxicate
Silver Blonde, you're a work of art
Save me a place in your heart

Your world-class face can brighten any place like a
picture-perfect sunrise
When I'm close to you, I fall into the blue
I go skydiving in your eyes
I'm thrilled by your smile, excited by your pout
Isn't life too short to let this flame go out?

(repeat chorus)

All I can offer is passion to spare
Here's a heart full of soul I'm willing to share

(repeat chorus)

So pencil me in, give me a spin
Your part-time love is better than none
I'll be your back door man, an alternate plan or just
a bit of good hot fun
He came along and helped you out of the dark
But can you deny that we have a spark

(repeat chorus)
Find me a space in your heart
Save me a place in your heart

c Jim George

WEAK IN THE KNEE

Written By: JIM GEORGE

WEAK IN THE KNEE

She’s so hot I bet I’d burn my fingers
I’m buzzin’ like a bee, ooh I’d like to sting ‘er
Candy-sweet, she’s so good and plenty
On a scale of ten, she’s about a twenty

Mercury rises wherever she goes
She stirs my urge to get nose to nose
She’s got the goods that I crave
And she heats me up like a microwave

Weak in the knee, she got the power
I get butterflies, I’m feelin’ high
Weak in the knee, she’s a passion flower
I get butterflies, my oh my

I know we could make a tight connection
If she’d wrap around, I’d have no objection
If she misbehaves I won’t tell her mother
‘Cause the way she moves makes me shout like a brother

I’d like to drink from her loving cup
I’d like to have her sunny-side-up
I’d like to have her for my playmate
‘Cause she’s the one who makes me percolate

Weak in the knee, she’s got the power
I get butterflies, I’m feelin’ high
Weak in the knee, she’s a passion flower
I get butterflies, my oh my

Built like a brick house, she’s the maximum
My heart keeps beating like a bongo drum
I love her cheeks, I love her mouth
I love her up north, I love her deep south

c Jim George

SING FOR MY SUPPER

Written By: JIM GEORGE

SING FOR MY SUPPER

Working for the man ain't my cup of tea
It's a ball and chain that keep me shufflin' slow
But sometimes I got to bend my will and work to
pay my bills and that's a bitter pill

Because I don't like workin'
I don't like workin', I don't like workin'
I just want to sing for my supper

You can call me -- some people like to call
me lazybones
But in actuality I'm a speeder au naturel
Routine work makes me curse I swear
But I got energy to spare when it's for something
I care about

(chorus)

Workin' 9 to 5 ain't no way to beat the clock
Father Time is a greedy old mother
The question ain't "To be or not to be"
It's what's right for me, keep your office and
your factory

(chorus)

c Jim George

Discography

"THE REAL STUFF"
(TOUGH COOKIE, CASSANDRA, SILVER BLONDE, BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL, LOVE-PROOF)

"JIM GEORGE 101" (15-song compilation)

Set List

TOUGH COOKIE,
LITTLE JOEY
YOU NEED LOVE (cover)
WEAK IN THE KNEE
SWEET NOTHIN'S (cover)
IT JUST SEEMED THAT WAY
BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL
MY HIGH
HONEY BEE (cover)
THE HUNTER (cover)
LOVE-PROOF