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Jack Your Big Booty


"1986, Chicago. Jody 'Fingers' Finch is 18, not yet able to gain access to all of the spaces in which his first production will soon get airplay. He saves up the cash himself and records it in the basement of Staple Singers member Bob Murphy, who prefers the moniker 'BM Recording Studio.' One 8-track reel-to-reel machine, one afternoon, $200 cash. A handful of cuts are recorded, including a stripped raw, barebones track Jody calls 'Jack Your Big Booty,' an undercover piéce de résistance about his friend's mother's backside. Another is dubbed 'Whistle Worm,' a meandering, experimental ride, riddled with strange noises and staccato high hats. Bob Murphy is likely confused. The tracks are brutally raw, lo-fi at best. At times there is audible talking in the background. Similar sessions will be repeated citywide hundreds of times this year alone; this is Chicago, and in 1986, Chicago is House. More cash is saved. This time it's a mailorder record deal from Discmakers, a vinyl plant in the suburbs. The price is right. Jody checks a box next to a large lightning bolt for the artwork design. Bob Murphy writes in Tenya Records as the label, lists his address on the form. Exactly 40 blocks south, a young Marcus 'Mixx' Shannon checks the same artwork box for his new label, which he will call Missing Records. 1987. A few boxes of shiny black vinyl records finally arrive. A self proclaimed 'shy guy,' Jody gives copies of his record to a few neighborhood friends, to his family. There is no distribution. The city's downtown vinyl mecca, Importes Etc., takes a small stack. One week later. Jody sits in his bedroom, listening to the radio. Someone is playing it on WBMX, manually scratching out 'booty' each time. Damn it. ('Da Butt' will spark similar controversy and suffer the same fate next year). Meanwhile, in a pitch black concrete cavern underneath Wacker Drive punctuated only by strobe lights and lighters, a DJ named Ron Hardy is playing the copy Jody managed to slip him. Forward. Then backward. Again and again. 2008, Chicago. Derrick Carter sits at the mammoth console of BHQ Studios in his limited edition underwear, hungover, surrounded by miniature dogs. He sends me a nasty email, obviously annoyed by this blog posting. Scene. 'Jack Your Big Booty' has been hailed as 'the original Ghetto House track' by Chicago's infamous DJ Deeon, Southside pioneer of the pulsing, raunchy, uniquely Chicago genre. This EP includes the original 1986 versions of 'Jack Your Big Booty' and 'Whistle Worm,' as remastered by Johnny Fiasco directly from the BM Studios reel, flipped with Derrick Carter's wicked re-decorranged 'No Acid Vocal,' a brilliant Chicagoist interpretation with, appropriately, a firm slap on the rear."