Dorella Du Fontaine - Jimi Hendrix, Lightin Rod/Last Poets, Buddy Miles

Registrato nel novembre 1969 all'Electric Ladyland di New York, l'oscuro "Doriella Du Fontaine" è probabilmente il primo brano RAP registrato.

Alla chitarra JIMI HENDRIX, alla batteria BUDDY MILES, alla voce Lightin Rod (nato Lawrence Padilla poi conosciuto con il nome di JALAL Mansur Nuriddin), fondatore dei LAST POETS.

Jimi Hendrix era rimasto affascinato dall'ascolto in anteprima dell'album d'esordio dei Last Poets e volle improvvisare con Jalal qualcosa nel suo studio.
Un groove funk su cui si sviluppa un racconto orale su miss Fontaine, in cui la terminologia, in slang New Yorkese dell'epoca, non risparmia volgarità e doppi sensi, parlando esplicitamente di sesso e droga.
All'Hammond sempre Buddy Miles.

Hendrix cercava nuovi orizzonti per contaminare la sua musica, guardando al funk, a Miles, a tutte le nuove forme musicali.
Successivamente è stata adombrata l'ipotesi che Jalal avesse sovrainciso la sua voce solo 4 anni dopo ma dall'ascolto sembra abbastanza improbabile.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-dqxV5ryuw

I was standing on the corner in the middle of the square,
Tryin’ to make me some arrangements to get some of that dynamite reefer there.
Now, I was already high, and dressed very fly, just standin’ on the corner watchin’ all the fine hoes.
When up drove my main man Vann in his super ninety-eight olds.
Now as Vann stepped out the cat, he looked about to me, and began to speak,
When with a sexy stride, out from the other side, stepped this real fine freak.
Now she wore a black chemise dress which was considered to be one of the very best.
Her hair was glossy black and eyes a deep sea green-blue,
And her skin was a boss dark hue.
Man! She was some kind of fine!
Now, as I spoke to Vann, and I shook his hand, and I asked him “Was that his honey?”
Without no jive, this was the dude’s reply,
“Like she’s anybody’s who wants to make some money.”

He said “She’s really down and known all around as Miss Doriella Du Fontaine.
She plays her sick mind and she’s slick, and she’s one of the best in the game.
This girl was no jerk cause I’ve seen her work, she’s nice and she can use her head.
And she’s good with her crack from a long way’s back, and she’s done made me a whole lot of bread.”

Now, Vann was sporting a Panama Straw,
had a Corona-el-producto stuck out the side of his jaw.
He wore a beige silk suit that looked real silky,
He was dressed to make Rockefeller feel guilty.
Now I was dressed, I must confess, although I couldn’t compare with Vann,
It’s not that his taste is better than mine, it’s just that he’s the big money man.
“Hey, fellas,” Doriella said,
“I’m as starving as can be. How about a bite to eat?”
So we all agreed on a fabulous feed, down at the Waldorf up on the big street
Now the Waldorf was glowing in bright neon light, although this was my first flight,
We were all clean as the board of health.
Three players, that’s true, in rainbows of blue, and we painted a picture of wealth.

Now as we were dining, Vann started unwinding, and he began to run his mouth off to me.
But as we left, I dug his woman, Miss Du Fontaine, was steadily pinning on me
“Hey fellow,” Doriella said,
“Since we met I’m glad,
So here’s the address to my pad.”
So next Saturday I got real fly, and I went to see Miss Du Fontaine.
I stopped off at my main man Joe, this dude deals with snow, and I copped me some cocaine.

Now as I got to her pad, Jimi it was some kind of bad!
It was really a bar set.
She had a 5-inch carpet, which was limited in a market
Somewhere from the far-East Orient.
The hi-fi was sailin’ and I wasn’t failing, but I just couldn’t rap to this queen.
She dug my feet was cold and took a tight hold and gave me some pot, Chicago Green.
She said, “You be my man and together we’ll trick the land, and I’ll be your true-blue bitch,
and although you’ll have to show me to those other squares, like I’ll take their dough and make you rich.”
Now you know where I’m at!
I really went for that.
And I put this fine hoe in her bed.
Me and this queen made love supreme, and I flipped when she gave me some head.
Now, next Saturday around one, we was out having fun, at the club known as the Island of Joy,
When in walked Dixie Fair, Drugstore millionaire, International playboy.
“Hey, fella,” Dixie said,
“Who’s that fine model in red?
Why I’ll give you a fee, if you introduce her to me.”
So I did, and my woman, D, she did the rest.
Now, Next morning in bed,
“Of course honey,’ she said,
“I can take Dixie out for all his bread.”
v “But like you got to wait patiently, like a hustler on the sunny lands of New Mexico.
Because I don’t want you around when I take off this clown, and I get him hung up in my den.
But when I pull through, baby I’ll come straight to you, and you’ll never have to hustle again.”
So the next morning, I jumped in my $500 dollar grey silk vine
I downed me a pint of ice cold wine
I snatched my black bank book, and I made reservations on TWA airline.
Now, my stay wasn’t bad.
I had a fabulous pad.
I pulled plenty of fabulous hoes.
I pulled Miss Carmen Vista, who was huge in the Keister, and first cousin to Mexicali Rose.
Now, the climate was hot, and there was plenty of pot, and the tequila’s were dynamite.
As I laid my shot on top of Carmen’s back, and she was on her knees all night.

Now one morning,
As I patiently waited, I got a telegram that stated,
It said, “Papa daddy, I made a real grand slam.
I’m on my way. TWA.
Comet’ number 3.
I’ll be in New Mexico by four, I can’t say no more.
Love, your fine woman D”
Carmen then gave me a bath in ice cold milk, and I jumped in my $500 dollar grey silk,
and downed me a pint of ice-cold wine,
when I dug the New York news, that shook me in my shoes with its bold daring headline…
It said, “Bulletin: Last night, Dixie Fair… drug store millionaire, committed suicide…
Left all his fame to Miss Du Fontaine, stated to be his bride.”

So Jim, I made a beeline on down to the airport, just in time to hear the announcer say,
“Attention in the lobby, Attention in Lobby:
Relatives and friends of passengers on Comet’ number 3,
Wait no longer, for in fate’s cruel hands, the good Comet has crashed off the coast known as Chili Sands
But wait! The rescuers said that there was a woman alive!
Age 25…
Hair glossy black…
Eyes a deep sea green-blue,
Skin a boss dark hue.
She said she was on her way to her fine man in grey, stated to be his bride.
She would have been his true-blue bitch, and would’ve made him rich,
but Jim she coughed up blood and died.”

Oh lord! That hurt me blue!
But I pulled through, like all damned stud’s do,
But I know I’ll never be the same.
Cause there’ll never be another Miss Doriella Du Fontaine.
That’s her name, Miss Du Fontaine.
That’s her name, Miss Du Fontaine…