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After the atomic bomb detonation of the top side anything that Milburn backed it up with could only seem like a mushroom cloud billowing up from the crater and eventually dissipating in the evening sky.

You’d likely be too rattled by the explosion that had just knocked you over to even notice the aftershocks, but – as always with Milburn – the rippling currents of the impact were pretty powerful in their own right.

The Sun Is Shining And The Clouds Have Rolled Away
The most astonishing aspect of this release is the fact It Took A Long, Long Time was the intended A-side, which shows how shockingly clueless Aladdin Records was about the potential of what they put on the B-side.

You can debate all you want about the uncertainty of the market’s reception to any record before it gets released and how the whole process of trying to gauge interest in an ever evolving musical landscape is more of a crapshoot than science and blah blah blah

Over the years there’s been no shortage for the utterly lame excuses one can come up with to defend the sometimes incomprehensibly bad track record the companies whose JOB it was to understand their customer’s interest, but all of those explanations are shot full of holes when one simply asks – Do you have EARS?

While there was certainly no guarantee that Chicken Shack Boogie would be a runaway hit, nobody can credibly argue that of the two sides the one with the greater potential was It Took A Long, Long Time… the one they wound up choosing as the A-side.

It’s amazing that the public EVER gets a quality record to enjoy with these deaf and dumb characters running things.

But enough about their feeble-minded decisions on which side was deserving of receiving top billing, we’ve already covered the one which became the actual hit so now it’s time to study the one that became little more than an historical afterthought.

Now I’ve Got To Work Fast Cause My Lovin’s Way Behind
While I won’t let Aladdin off the hook for their ineptness in choosing sides, I WILL be more than happy to state that It Took A Long Long Time has plenty going for it in its own right. Certainly nowhere near as distinctive or memorable as “Chicken Shack”, so it can’t quite reach the standard required to be called great, but it’s not too far off from that level either.

With Milburn though he could churn out these types of songs and performances in his sleep and that lack of ambition, originality, inspiration, call it what you will, actually may be what does keep the song from greatness in a way.

Still, by-the-numbers Amos Milburn is still a heckuva lot better than what most anybody else could deliver on their best day and we see that here right away.


It’d be hard not to notice that this has melodic similarities other songs he’s recorded, notably Pool Playing Blues from back in the spring. With some artists this type of quasi self-plagiarism took on a more onerous tint, as if they didn’t trust their ability to come up with something as good and wanted to milk the cow dry of every last drop, hoping that the relation to the earlier work would give them additional run-off sales. In other cases it could be that an artist didn’t have many original ideas and fell back on what they understood best.

It Took A Long Long Time is better than its pool room predecessor and perhaps because he did that sort of thing so captivatingly they might’ve felt another go-round in the fall with a similar styled song might connect this time and so they picked this as the A-side, the one they were placing their bets on to get Milburn his first hit.

They made two mistakes however, which in retrospect seem obvious, but truthfully should’ve been plain as day back then as well. The first is that they seemed oblivious to the recent market events that had taken place over the summer and early fall where MOST of the latest noisemakers in the style were culled from the edgier and more exciting brands of rock than this rather mellow, soulful ballad. I suppose they were looking at this like a complimentary song to Ivory Joe Hunter’s Pretty Mama Blues, which was topping the charts around now, but it doesn’t quite stand out in comparison to that, nor does it come close to the vibrant immediacy of the honking tenor sax instrumentals that were as hot as can be as this hit the streets.

The other mistake of course is that they DID have just such a song that was both edgy and which certainly stood out in Chicken Shack Boogie, a song that was similar enough in overall style to be connected to the reigning hits of the day yet still different enough in theme and construct to really be noticed. Luckily though they attached this, which had neither of those components, to the one which did. Oh well, I suppose it doesn’t matter which rated higher in Aladdin’s plans, only that the public got to hear them both and settle the matter definitively on their own, something they clearly had no problems doing.

But should anyone crawl out of the boisterous chicken shack long enough to flip the record over they would at least be rewarded for their curiosity and potentially be won over by this side’s charms.


As Free As A Bird, As Light As The Air
Milburn’s vocals ooze soul. A kind of languorous, honey-dripping soul that is intoxicating.

He sounds in cases like this as if he’s had a few belts himself, but isn’t the kind to let that turn him into a loudmouthed boor. Instead his eyes droop, he gets a smile that sits midway between grin and smirk, yet is just charming enough not to be off-putting. He’s aided in all of this by his usual co-conspirator, Maxwell Davis on sax, who pulls Amos back each time he gets a little spry, a push and pull interplay that never misses its mark.

Actually Milburn’s instincts here seem to be a little more sprightly than what Davis lets him get away with. His piano that opens the record is the musical definition of jaunty, almost a playful self-deprecating type of introduction we haven’t heard from him before. He prances across the keys before settling into the more typical supporting role, sharing space with the guitar which injects clean fluid fills in between Davis’s mournful tones on saxophone that keeps it all grounded.

This instrumental balance between the three disparate sounds, and disparate moods conjured up by those sounds, is key to making this work. Each time you lean one way something pulls you back another way, almost as if you were standing on the deck of a small boat in rough waters and yet due to their expert handling of the craft you never topple overboard. It’s really an example of how good musicians compliment one another, each doing just what is needed without calling too much attention to themselves in the process.

Milburn is perfectly content to roll along with the tide, his voice rising and falling with the waves, leaning hard on the rudder as he comes to the end of each stanza so as to impart a more urgent passage, yet he then pulls back and eases into the next line with cool self-assurance.

Though he didn’t write this one himself it’s very well-crafted and rather than be just a few free-floating verses stitched together this has a firm destination in mind. The character Milburn is portraying here recently freed himself from a bad relationship but rather than speak ill of his ex, recounting the reasons why he left her and criticizing her actions that led him to seek comfort elsewhere, he instead has already turned his focus to the horizon and sings of the liberation he feels and of the eager anticipation to find someone new.

Unlike Bye Bye Boogie from last January which had the same theme but was expressed with a far more boisterous outlook, this one projects sort of a contented relief with that predicament, which while not the typical sound of a hit (another reason why Aladdin should’ve known better) it’s refreshing to hear because it’s not a perspective that’s often utilized, adding yet another aspect to Milburn’s ever-growing arsenal of personas he can embody on record.


Goodbye Mr. Blues, Hello Mr. Joy
But while all of that is good, very good actually, it’s just that and nothing more – a skilled artist doing something admiringly solid but rather predictable provided you’ve been paying attention to his career to this point.

Unlike the flip-side which raised his game to a new level, It Took A Long, Long Time offers up something we’ve seen before, tweaked a bit perhaps, but it’s nothing that’s going to change your views considerably on Milburn’s skills, it merely reinforces what we already know.

That’s perhaps the unintended curse of consistency… it takes a lot more each time out to really get us enthused. But then again you’d get that jolt after turning this record over for the first time and hearing what was awaiting you on the flip. Here’s hoping that after you were driven wild by that side you went back to give this side another spin because in the end there’s plenty to be said for the reliably solid output from somebody who, unlike the record label, seemed never to take a wrong step in what he was laying down.


(Visit the Artist page of Amos Milburn for the complete archive of his records reviewed to date)