Hello everybody!
Recording live from somewhere, presenting one
of the most dynamic female blues singers
of our time...
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the dynamic,
the soulful, Miss Della Reese!
Introducing the dynamic, the soulful, Miss
Della Reese!
Welcome to All Along!
Come on now!
I done laid around, stayed around, this old
town too long.
All the winter's gone, summertime's coming on.
I done laid around, stayed around, this old
town too long.
And I feel like it's time to travel on.
I done laid here, stayed here, I been here too long.
All the winter's gone, yeah, Summertime's
coming on.
I done laid here, stayed here, I been here too long.
And I feel like it's time to travel on.
I wanna see my daddy this morning, I wanna see
him bad.
I wanna see him bad, bad, bad.
I sure wanna see my daddy this morning, I wanna
see him bad.
And I feel like it's time to travel on.
I'm gonna throw my arms around Big Daddy and
hold him tight.
When I hold him tight, he makes everything all right.
I'm gonna throw my arms around Big Daddy and
hold him tight.
Well, I feel like it's time to travel on.
I done laid around, stayed around, this old
town too long.
All the winter's gone, yeah, Summertime's
coming on.
I done laid here, stayed here, I been here too long.
And I feel like it's time to travel on.
I done laid around too long.
All the winter's gone, yeah, Summertime's
coming on.
I done laid here, stayed here, I been here too long.
And I feel like it's time to travel on.
Travel, I got to travel on.
Oh, I got to travel on, travel at all. Uh-huh.
I done laid here, stayed here, been here too long.
I think I better go on on.
Gotta travel on, got to travel on.
I done laid around, laid around this town too long.
All the summer's gone, oh no.
I got to travel on, traveling on.
Hey, traveling on.
I got to travel on.
Hey, uh-huh. Yeah.
Never treats me.
Sweet and gentle.
The way he shows.
I got it bad, bad, bad.
And that ain't good.
Yes, yes, yes.
My poor heart is completely sentimental.
Lord knows it's not made of wool.
Ooh, yeah, I got it bad.
And that ain't no good.
Now when the week is all over.
And Friday rolls around.
My man and me, we spend some.
Heal gin some.
Sometimes we lend some.
Oh, but he don't love me.
What I mean is like I love him.
And nobody could.
I got it bad, bad, bad.
And that ain't good.
I've got a lot of friends with very good intentions.
They tell me, Della, you should really save
your tears.
But I'm glad I met a body.
You see, I couldn't live not an instant without him.
Oh, Lord, Lord above me.
Why, why don't you make him love me?
The way he shows.
I've got it bad.
And that ain't no good.
Gentlemen, there are no gentlemen here.
Gentlemen, yes, yes, there are a few gentlemen here.
Yes, yes.
I'd like to speak to the gentlemen.
Yes, yes, yes, good group.
Now, I'm sure that most of you will agree with
me that women are just charming, aren't they? Yes.
But they do talk a little too much, don't they?
Yes, they do.
Talk and talk and talk.
That's what you say.
We hear how you say we talk and talk.
You can't figure out what it is that we talk
about that makes us talk so much.
Well, tonight I'm going to explain it all to
you so that you'll be able to understand what
women speak of.
For instance.
I talked all day about this dress that I would
wear tonight.
I chewed the fat about my hairdo and my
neighbors had a fight.
Inconsequential things that men don't really
care to know.
Become essential things that we find awfully apropos.
But that's a dame.
We're all the same.
It's just a game.
We call it girl talk.
They know girl talk.
We all meow about the ups and downs of all our friends.
The who, how, why, the dirt we dish.
It never ends.
The weaker sex, the speaker sex, you mortal
males behold.
But though you bug us too, we wouldn't trade
you for a ton of gold.
So baby stay and gab away.
But hear me say that after girl talk, oh,
daddy, I want you to talk to me.
We all meow about the ups and downs of all our friends.
with all our friends.
The who, the how, the why, the dare to weep,
dear shawty, it never ends.
We're the weaker sex but the speaker sex,
you mortal males, behold.
As we bug you, you bug us, but we wouldn't
trade you for a ton of gold.
It's all been planned.
Take my hand.
Please understand.
Please understand, Daddy.
This is just a girl talk.
And after girl talk, I want you to talk to me. Yeah.
Please let me rest today.
don't wait. The skies are awfully gray around
my neighborhood.
Oh, you know that ain't no good.
Listen, you're only misleading the sunshine I'm
really needing.
And it's a shame, it's a dog-gone-dirty shame.
It's so hard to keep up with all these troubles
that are creeping up.
They come out of nowhere. They use the lovers
of belief and soul.
So ill-winded, you just blow away.
Oh, let me rest today. You're blowing me no good.
You blow away no good, you blow away.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. From the
rocky shores of Maine to the great
Golden Gate of California, we're drifting with
the blues belt in Devil Rees, ABC Paramount
Recording Artist. Releasing a feeling with the blues.
Are you drifting or can you jump aboard the
riff-raff and sail, sail, sail, sail?
I'm drifting, I'm drifting. I'm just like a
ship out on the sea.
I ain't got nobody, I ain't got me nobody in
this world who gives a care about me.
Oh, if my daddy would only take me back again,
daddy, do you hear me talking
to you this morning? Oh, daddy, why won't you
take me back again?
Without you I ain't good for nothing.
Without you I haven't even got one friend. Oh, yeah.
I'm drifting, drifting, drifting. I'm really in
a traveling mood.
I think I'll hop a freight to New York City.
I'll probably find somebody there to help
me lose my blues.
I'm drifting, drifting, drifting. I'm really in
a traveling mood.
I think I'll hop a freight to New York City.
I'll probably find somebody there to help
me lose my blues.
Without you I ain't good for nothing.
But your main trouble is you don't know how to
be true.
That's why, that's why I say bye bye bye bye baby.
Baby bye bye bye bye.
That's why I say goodbye bye bye baby.
Goodbye bye bye baby bye bye.
Ain't no need for me to sit here like a fool
and worry.
I'll share the last tear. I ain't gonna cry.
I think the best way to capture an entertainer
is on location.
We have her live for a real living audience.
Backup artists, an all-star group.
Ray Brown on bass.
Guitarist Herbie Ellis.
Bill Doggett on Organ.
Shelly Mann is the drummer.
Soulful Bobby Bryant on trumpet.
Our star, Stella Della.
Ladies and gentlemen, Stella Race.
Good morning blues, blues, how do you do?
Well, I'm doing all right. Good morning, how
are you?
When I went to bed last night, I kept turning
from side to side.
When I went to bed last night, I lay there
turning from side to side.
Don't you get me wrong, I wasn't sick, my soul
was just dissatisfied.
Then too, when I woke up this morning, I had an
awful ache in my head.
I remember when I woke up this morning, I had
an awful ache in my head.
You see my man ran over and left me with just
the blues and a great big empty bed, Bill
Doggett, baby.
Go, go, go.
Let's hear it for Mildog, let's hear it for Mildog.
Sun rises in the east and sets down in the
West, big daddy.
Sun rises in the east, yeah, sets down in the west.
It's hard for me to tell which one of you men
is gonna love me the best.
So I keep me one man in the valley, another one
up on the hill.
Keep one good one down in the valley, another
one up on the hill.
And when my valley man ain't workin', I'm cool
because I know my hill will.
And he can make me cry.
Oh Lord, oh Lord, Lord won't you have mercy on me.
He makes me stop and still and wonder, just who
can save you, who can save me.
But I get real close and I say, daddy, hey
daddy all I wanna do is be good to you.
Hey daddy, believe me all I wanna do is be good
to you.
I'm gonna give you all my lovin' every now and
then, a little bit of this long mighty tune.
Bye bye bye bye, good bye, blue little old bulldog.
Bye bye bye baby, goodbye, blue little old bulldog.
I'm gonna leave with the blues, but I want you
to swing on, swing on.
Swing on, swing on.
Who can I turn to?
You see, nobody really needs me.
My heart wants to know and so I've got to go
wherever destiny leads me.
I've got no star to guide me, I've no man here
beside me.
And yet, I go on my way and pray that after the
day, God will send his darkness to hide me.
And who knows tomorrow, I might just find what
I'm after.
I'll throw off my sorrow, I'd beg, I'd steal,
I'd borrow for my share of laughter.
I believe with you, I could learn to, with you
and a new day.
But who, who can I turn to if you turn away?
I've got no star to guide me, I've no man here
beside me.
And yet, I go on my way and pray that after the
day, God will send his darkness to hide me.
I've got no star to guide me, I've no man here
beside me.
And yet, I go on my way and pray that after the
day, God will send his darkness to hide me. Yeah!
Who can I turn to?
Hey, girl!
This is amazing!
It's just my luck, nobody really needs me.
My heart wants to know, and so I've just got to
go wherever destiny leads me.
Oh, yeah! I've got no star to guide me, and
I've got no man here beside me.
And yet, I go on my way and pray that after the
day, the darkness will hide me.
And who knows tomorrow, maybe I'll find what
I'm really after.
I'll throw off my sorrow, I'll beg and still
I'll borrow for my share of laughter.
I believe with you, I could learn to, if I
could just have you and a bright new day.
Oh, but who, who can I turn to?
If you, darling, are you listening to me, who
can I turn to?
If you, baby, please don't leave me, who can I
turn to?
If you, darling, are there.
There may be many other nights like this, and
I'll be sitting here with someone new.
There may be other songs to sing, another fall,
another spring,
but there can never be another year.
There may be other lips that I may kiss, but
they won't thrill me like yours used to do.
I may dream a million dreams, but how can they
come true when, Herb, you know there'll never
be another swinger like you.
And there may be many other nights like this,
And I'll be sitting here with someone new.
There may be other songs to sing, another fall,
another spring,
but there can never be another year.
There may be many other nice hurt valleys, come on.
Just like this.
And I'll be standing here, I'll be right here
with someone new.
For there may be other songs to sing.
We've got to have fall, there's got to be spring.
But there will never ever be another use.
Oh, there may be other trips that I may kiss
and kiss and kiss and kiss.
But they won't thrill me, not like yours used
to do.
You see, I can dream a million dreams, but how
can they come true?
Oh, and there will never ever be.
I tell ya, there will never ever be.
Hey, baby, there will never ever be another use. (applause)
The doodling you hear in the background is Mr.
Herb Ellis.
Who has been swinging for us all through this session.
Don't you think he's been swinging?
Yeah, I think he's been, oh he's been out of sight.
He's been out of sight.
That's what he's been uptight and out of sight.
He has also written a beautiful song.
And when I sing it, you're going to say, oh I
didn't know he wrote that song.
This is the one.
Smooth road, clear day.
Oh, why am I the only one who's traveling it
this way?
I must be headed in the wrong direction.
There must be a detour ahead.
Wake up.
Kind of slow it down.
Before you fall and break your heart.
You're such a gullible clown.
You fool, you're headed in the wrong direction.
Can't you see the detour ahead?
The farther you travel, the harder to unravel
this little web.
He keeps spinning and spinning around you.
Best turn back for this time.
Can't you see the danger signs?
Soft shoulders.
Honey, they're all around you.
Smooth road.
Such a bright, clear night.
Oh, lucky me that suddenly I saw the light.
I'm turning back.
I'm turning back away from all this trouble.
Smooth road.
No detour.
No detour ahead.
Mr. Herb Alenstam, ladies and gentlemen.
Please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Herb Alenstam.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Oh, it's sad or it's quiet.
Oh, quite mad.
It's a good thing or it's bad.
Mmm but beautiful
It's beautiful
To take a chance
And if you fall
So you fall
And I'm thinking
I wouldn't mind at all
Love is tearful
For it's Gay
Lord, such a problem
If you're lucky it's play
But you can get a heartache
Either way
And yet, love can be beautiful
You know, I've been thinking
If you were mine
I'd never let you go
And that, oh daddy, that would be beautiful
If you were
I know
And I've been thinking
Honey, if you were mine
I'd never, never, never let you go
And that, oh that would be beautiful
Positively marvelous
And that would be something beautiful
Beautiful, all this I know
People, people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
We're children, eating other children
And yet, letting our grown-up pride hide all
the need inside
Acting more like children than children
Lovers are very special people
They're the luckiest people in the world
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you're happy now, you know
No more hungry thirst
But first, be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
Lovers are very special people
They're the luckiest people in the world
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you're happy now, you know
No more hungry thirst
But first, be a person who needs people
Cause people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
I feel the autumn breeze
It steals across my pillow as soft as a willow
And in its song there is...