Whiteboy Slim

Whiteboy Slim

 Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, CAN
DuoBluesAmericana

Whiteboy Slim, (Maurice Richard Libby), carries the blues tradition. His raw, authoritative delivery is obviously born of his respect for the music. He bows to the sounds that have traditionally portrayed American troubles, combining them with current sounds to create genuinely modern music.

Biography

Whiteboy Slim has played music since he was a child, learning trumpet, piano, and sousaphone before he discovered the blues and picked up guitar and harmonica. From his first time on stage in a rock band when he was sixteen, he knew his path in life.

While studying at the Berklee College of Music in Boston, he rubbed shoulders with musicians like Gary Burton, pianist Al Copley (co-founder of Roomful of Blues), and bassist Ron McClure (bassist with Charles Lloyd, Wynton Kelly, Quest, The 4th Way, Joe Henderson, Blood, Sweat & Tears, The Pointer Sisters, Sarah Vaughan, Thelonious Monk).

After years on the road in everything from showbands to top-40 cover bands, he landed in Toronto where he founded the New Wave Band "Dirty Movies" which still has fans today.

Finally returning to his first love, he formed the Blues Band "Automatic Slim", which played most of the blues clubs in the city, including the legendary El Mocambo, The Silver Dollar Saloon, and the Black Swan. Automatic Slim was the house band at four different clubs on different nights of the week, and was noted for having best grossing Wednesday night downstairs at the El Mocambo.

After Automatic Slim broke up, he played solo before moving west and starting fresh as Whiteboy Slim. playing bars and festivals such as the Sasktel Jazz Festival, The Mid-Winter Blues Festival, The Prairie Arts Festival, the Flatland Music Festival, Blues for Peace, and many others. He has since played with international artists such as Henry Correy (AUS), Sam Dufour (Sweetsalt) (CAN), The Bill Hills Blues Band (CAN), and L.O.R.D. Funk (CAN/USA).

2013 --it is ten years since the release of "Homemade". To celebrate, Whiteboy Slim is releasing a double CD, once more pushing the blues envelope. The thirty songs include classic Blues, original Blues, Funk, Jazz, Roots, and a few tunes that defy classification, while still remaining true to the Blues.

In 2011 whiteboy Slim released the single Come On Daddy. Make it Better featuring Ginas Zavalis.

In 2010 he released his fourth CD I'm Still Here, which debuted on the Canadian Roots, Fold, and Blues College charts at #7 and remained high in the charts for six months.It made more than one Top Ten Blues Release of 2010 lists, and the title song was named Best Blues Song of 2010 by Toronto Exclusive Magazine.

In 2008 he released a Christmas CD. (I'm Dreaming of a) Whiteboy Slim Christmas, featurung many guest artists.

His second cd, the envelope-pushing "aka Whiteboy Slim." which earned him three awards at the 2007 Toronto Exclusive Magazine Music Awards--Best Blues Album, Best Blues Song ("Hey Hold On Stop"), and Best Males Blues Artist.

"It Ain't Art" won Honorable Mention in the first round of the 2007 Singer/Songwriter Awards.

2007- was given the "True Blues Man" award for perpetuating and preserving the Blues by The Black American Blues Historical Society of Canada.

In 2005 he was nominated Best Blues Act --Toronto Independent Music Awards.

Lyrics

Krispy Kreme Woman

Written By: maurice richard libby

I've got a woman down south,
She looks just like a dream,
Every time she touches me
It feels so good she makes me scream.
I've got a woman down south,
She looks just like a dream.
When I go down south to see her
That's when I get my Krispy Kreme

Some people drink hard liquor
Some people need cocaine
But I'm alright as long as I
Can get my Krispy Kreme
Some people drink hard liquor
Some people need cocaine.
When I go down south to see her
That's when I get my Krispy Kreme

She's Kind of Crusty on the surface
But soft and moist inside
Sometimes I find a creamy center
way down deep inside
She's Kind of Crusty on the surface
But soft and moist inside
When I go down south to Nashville
That's when I get my Krispy Kreme

There are different way to eat 'em
But the way I like the best
Is when I get to lick the crumbs
Off my baby's breast
There are so many ways to eat 'em
but there's one way I like the best
When I go down south to see her
That's when I get my Krispy Kreme

It's not too bad here in the North
But they're few and far between
I have to get to Nashville
To get my Krispy Kreme
It's not too bad here in the North
But they're few and far between
When I go down south to see her
That's when I get my Krispy Kreme

[ad lib extro] I love to dunk my krispy kreme.

Hey, Hold on, Stop

Written By: maurice richard libby,all rights reserved, all rights reserved

Hey ! Hold on! Stop! There's something I got to say.
I can't stand you looking at me that way.
I don't know if I can take it any longer.
For me to resist, I'd have to be a whole lot stronger.
Hold on, yeah baby hold on.
This could be a rocky road.
Yeah baby, hold on.

I saw you watching me across the crowded floor.
I knew I didn't want to be a hermit any more.
The way you move, is making me a little crazy.
One more step and I'll explode in ecstasy.
Hold on, yeah baby hold on.
This could be a rocky road.
Yeah baby, hold on.

You've got me covered, I surrender, you've got me on the run.
You wore me down, you wore me out, now you're the only one.
To tell the truth, I must confess, to put the story right.
I don't think I really put up too much of a fight.
Hold on, yeah baby hold on.
This could be a rocky road.
Yeah baby, hold on.

It Ain't Art

Written By: maurice richard libby

There you are, all dressed in black,
Your hair's an inspiring sight.
The rips in your jeans are artfully placed,
You're accessorized just right.
You know just how to look and speak
You know how to play the part.
But let me tell you something that you don't know,
That's fashion, it ain't art.

You know all the right names to drop,
You've got the jargon down.
Your work is seen by the people who count,
In all the right parts of town.
Every thing you do is politically correct,
You've learned the part by heart.
But let me tell you something that you don't know--
That's fashion, it ain't art.

You know you've got something real to say,
If you only get the chance,
But for now you have to make your name,
before you take a stance.
You think you need security--
Be safe before you start.
But let me tell you something that you don't know--
That's business--it ain't art.

You're Perfect, I Love You, Now Change

Written By: maurice richard libby

I once knew a woman,
I thought she was so fine.
Then she told me something,
That really blew my mind.
She said ,”You’re perfect, I love you, now change.”

We came from different worlds,
But I loved her just the same.
I gave her my heart,
But she wanted the reins.
She said ,”You’re perfect, I love you, now change.”

She’d invite me home for dinner,
Introduced me to her folks.
Made me sit there quiet,
In case they didn’t like my jokes.
She said ,”You’re perfect, I love you, now change.”

She bought me brand new clothes,
Because she didn’t like my vines.
She threw away my whiskey,
And made me drink French wine.
She made me join the Country Club,
‘Cause she didn’t like my friends.
She sold my brand new Cadillac,
And bought me a damn’ Mercedes Benz.
It really does seem crazy,
It really does seem strange.
She said ,”You’re perfect, I love you, now change.”.

I look into the mirror,
I don’t like what I see.
Some guy is looking back,
I’m pretty sure that it ain’t me.
She said ,”You’re perfect, I love you, now change.”

I’m going to hit the road,
I’m going to take it on the lam.
I’m going to find me a woman,
Who will love me like I am.
No more ,”You’re perfect, I love you, now change.”

It's Strange

Written By: maurice richard libby

Birds of a feather,
Hounds in a pack,
You go out there,
You may never come back.
One step ahead
Of the Hounds of Hell.
Don't bet anything
You can't afford to sell.
It's Strange Out There,
It's Strange Out There,
Keep your back to the wall,
Because It's Strange Out There.

Black cat bone,
And a Mojo hand.
They won't help,
Maybe nothing can.
No safe place,
Nowhere to hide,
It's not safe out there,
And it's not safe inside.
It's Strange Out There,
It's Strange Out There,
Keep your eyes on the ball,
Because It's Strange Out There.

Your enemies are dangerous,
Your friends are worse.
It seems sometimes,
Even love's a curse.
Something in the shadows,
Behind your back,
If you go to far,
You my never, ever get back.
Because It's Strange Out There,
Yes, It's Strange Out There,
Keep your hands to your self,
Because It's Strange Out There.

Hey Little Girl

Written By: maurice richard libby

Hey Little girl,
Sit down over here.
I'm going to tell you something,
You don't want to hear.
I said hey Little Girl,
Come on and sit down over here.

That man you been loving,
He don't treat you right.
Mistreats you in the daytime,
Runs around at night.
That man you been loving,
He don't treat you right.

Hey says that he loves you,
Can't stand when you're apart,
But when you're together,
he Just breaks your heart.
That man you been loving,
he don't treat you right.

Hey Little girl,
Sit down over here.
I'm going to tell you something,
You don't want to hear.
I said hey Little Girl,
Come on and sit down over here.

I'm Still Here

Written By: maurice richard libby

I'm Still Here

Written by: maurice richard libby

There's a circle round the sun,
There's a chill around my heart.
I'm standing here at high noon,
But still it's getting dark.
I read the letter she left me,
On the pillow that night.
She said she didn't want me,
We couldn't get it right.
I gave her all I had,
She wanted more than I could give.
She chewed me up,
And she spit me out,
But I'm still here.

There's a shadow on the moon,
There's a darkness in my mind.
I thought that I could see it all,
But now I see I'm blind.
I made a present of my heart,
But it wasn't quite enough.
Whatever else she needed,
She didn't want my love.
I gave her all I had,
She wanted more than I could give.
She chewed me up,
And she spit me out,
But I'm still here.

I'm leaving here today,
There's no use in hanging round.
There's nothing left to say,
That's not a waste of sound.
So touch me one more time,
Before you say good-bye.
Make me forget the pain,
Comfort me with lies.
I gave her all I had,
She wanted more than I could give.
She sucked me dry,
And she spit me out,
But I'm still here.

Brown Skin' Woman

Written By: maurice richard libby

She's a brown skinned woman,
Like to drive me out of my mind (2x)
I'm not going to rest
Until that brown skinned woman is mine

She ask me questions, make my poor head spin (2x)
I ain't gonna stop until that brown skin woman lets me in.

She make me laugh, she make feel all right (2x)
I sit there brooding, 'til she calls me late at night.

I have to get me a ticket, got to catch a plane(2x)
I have to meet that woman, catch my breath again

We only talk at night, it seems just like a dream(2x)
I'm in love with a woman, I have never seen

She's a Brown Skin Woman, always on my mind (2x)
I Ain't gonna rest, until that Brown Skin Woman is mine.

Live Wire

Written By: maurice richard libby

You make me crazy
All the things that you do.
You make me crazy baby,
I'm in love with you.
First I think you you do,
Then you say you don't.
I think you will,
Then I find you won't.
I love you baby,
You set my soul on fire,
You kill me baby,
You're a real wire,

You turn me on,
Like nobody's done before,
I think you're done,
And then you want some more,
You day you love me,
And then you run away.
Try to escape,
Then you want to stay.
I love you baby,
You set my soul on fire.
You kill me child,
You're a real live wire.

Anything you do,
That's alright with me.
I have the patience
of a tiger in a tree.
You drive me crazy,
But I don't really mind (it),
Cause after all,
Love is where you find it,
I love you baby,
You set my soul on fire.
You kill me chica,
You're a real live wire.

Queen Street Blues

Written By: maurice richard libby

Have you seen my woman?
I don't know where she's gone.
She left the house this morning.
She said she won't be long.
I'm sitting by the window,
I don't know where she is.
I only know I love her,
She's the one I miss.
I'm looking for my baby,
Got to find out where she's at,
And when I do, I'll beg her to come back.

I run down to the street,
And catch the 501.
I have to find that woman,
And find out what she's done.
I know what she likes to do,
I know where she hangs out.
I love that ginger woman.
I know what she's about.
I'm looking for my baby,
Got to find out where she's at,
And when I do, I'll beg her to come back.

I look into the Rex,
The Beverly amd Queen Mom.
Barney's X-Ray, Coney Island,
The Parrot and Express.
Edwards, Bakka, Pages, Stephen Temple,
The Silver Snail.
The Legion, Bamboo, Le Select
Peter Pan, I miss The Stem.
Java and The Black Bull
The Horseshoe and The Riv.
A couple more I can't recall,
But I know where she live.
I'm trying to find my baby
Emerald eyes and firey hair.
From Osgood Hall to Roncesvalle
I can't find her anywhere.
I'm looking for my baby,
Got to find out where she's at,
And when I do, I'll beg her to come back.

I'm searching through the hipsters,
The tourists and the sharks.
The punkers and the deadheads.
The hustlers and their marks.
High school girls and fashionistas,
The buskers and the clowns.
I can't find my baby,
She's nowhere to be found.
I'm looking for my baby,
Got to find out where she's at,
Ah Hell, I'm going down to the Cameron, get me a beer, and ser who's playing tonight.
She'll come back, she always does.

Narcissistic Blues

Written By: maurice richard libby

He looks into the mirror
Admires what he sees.
He can't imagine anyone,
He would rather be.
The world revolves around him
Like a planet round the Sun
There's no-one else that matters,
He's the only One.

He needs to be the centre,
doesn't like to share the stage.
If someone steals his spotlight,
They're going to know his rage.
His family doesn't matter,
they're just extras in his scene.
He's the only star
In his narcissistic dream.

A hurricane surrounds him.
He's the centre of the storm.
The damage can never touch him,
he has his love to keep him warm.
There's no-one else that matters
No matter how they scream.
He's safe inside the fortress
of his narcissistic dream.

He looks into the mirror
Admires what he sees.
He can't imagine anyone,
He would rather be.
The world revolves around him
Like a planet round the Sun
There's no-one else that matters,
He's the only One.

Valentine's Day Blues

Written By: maurice richard blues

It's a sad. sad, day
A sad, sad day is coming on.
Yes, it's a sad, sad day.
A sad day is coming on
Valentine's day is coming
And the woman i love is gone.

I met her on February the fifteenth,
We fell in love that very day.
Yes, I met her on February the fifteenth,
We fell in love that very day.
She said, "You know I love you Whiteboy,
but I can't promise that I'll stay.

There's always great expectations,
Hearts and flowers in the air.
There are always high expectations,
Hearts and flowers fill the air.
I have no-one to give my heart to
And nobody seems to care.

I want to give you chocolate truffles
Two dozen roses too.
Toast you with vintage champagne
And a romantic dinner for two.
But it's a sad, sad day
When Valentine's Day comes around.
I'm sitting here all alone,
And my woman can't be found.

It's a sad. sad, day
A sad, sad day is coming on.
Yes, it's a sad, sad day.
A sad day is coming on
Valentine's day is coming
And the woman i love is gone.

copyright 2015 maurice richard libby, all rights reserved

Take Me Back

Written By: maurice richard libby

Key-G
I say, Hey Babe,
E
It's me down here.
Knocking at your door again.
I thought I'd drop around
See if you've got some time to spend.
I've been laid up
With a lacerated heart.
Now I'm back on my knees again.
Begging for a brand- new start.
Baby, take me back
Baby, take me back
Baby, take me back again

I say Baby, Here I am
Standing in the pouring rain.
Everybody needs a little
Comfort now and then.
I've been
Thinking about it.
Walking the streets all night.
Now I'm back at your door again
Begging you to put things right.
Baby, take me back
Baby take me back
Baby, take me back again.

Bridge:
Baby, I need your love
To help me survive
Baby I want you back alive

Solo

I've been rebuked
I've learned my lesson at last.
All the things that made you cry
Are buried in the past.

Bridey's Back

Written By: maurice richard libby

CH: Bridey's back
On the streets again.
He needs a woman
and he needs a friend.
This time he'll make it
Cause he's finally got a plan
He's back on the street again.

Bridey's just a
Small town boy.
Big, kinda slow, and eager to please.
Came to the city
Just to have some fun.
He was out on the street alone.

He started dealing
Just to make a little coin.
Maybe meet some ladies on the side..
They sent him up
For being indiscreet
He was off of (gone from) the streets again.

CH
V2
They sent him up
To do hard time.
He met some people he really shouldn't know.
They taught him things
That he could use
When he got to the streets again.

They let him out
Just the other day
A new suit and a pocket full of change.
Dropped him downtown
On Hastings Street
He was out on the streets again,

CH

He met a guy they called
Willy The Mook
A friend of a friend of a friend
Who set him up
With a corner of his own
he was out on the street again.

Too much product
For his to resist,
He started sampling the product line
The Found him cold
With as Needle in his arm
He was off of the street for good.

Discography

October 2016 It's a Hard Road

July 2015 "Queen Street Blues"

October 2014 "Whiteboy Slim Live at The Plains"
February 2014 "Box? What Box?" vol.1 and 2
2011 "Come On Daddy, Make it Better" (EP) with Gina Zavalis
2010 "I'm Still Here" (The Title Song was named Best Blues Song of the year by Toronto Exclusive Magazine, "Hey Little Girl"--Honourable Mention in the Billboard Magazine World Song Competition)
2007 "(I'm Dreaming of) A Whiteboy Slim Christmas
2006 "aka Whiteboy Slim" (Toronto Exclusive Magazine's Best Blues CD and Best Blues Song ("Hey, Hold On, Stop"), It Ain't Art--Honourable Mention ISC))
2004 "Homemade" (as maurice richard libby.blues)