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Doo-Wop Shambhala

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Originally a B-side to “The Lonely One”, Sheriff and The Ravel’s “Shombalor” (1959, Vee-Jay Records, 306) is a massive slab of on-the-spot mic poetry, otherwise known as Doo-Wop. A different spelling of “Shombolar” was used on Songs The Cramps Taught Us, Volume One (2001). It’s possible that the song name printed on the original Vee-Jay record label was a mis-spelling of what the group called their tune: it certainly sounds like “shombolar” when they sing it. I’m sticking with The Cramps’ revisionist version of “Shombolar”.

I’m guessing that Sheriff and The Ravels were a black group, because that’s the Doo Wop demography if not its constituency, and I’d say they were from Chicago, because Vee-Jay was based there. But I don’t know for sure. They’ve a heavy, steady rockabilly sound — probably why The Cramps dug the disc — anchored on slap bass, rim-shot drums, treble guitar and, I think, a tinkle of piano in the background. Beyond the bass undertones, the vocals including the lead are mid-range and don’t venture into the outer space tones of, say, The Four Seasons’ Frankie Valli. The guitar intro, flamenco-ing octaves up and down in double-quick time, is worth the price of admission.

I first heard “Shombolar” on Songs The Cramps Taught Us, Volume One and it immediately jumped ahead of The Chips“Rubber Biscuit” (1956, Josie Records, Josie 803) in my mind’s ear. “Shombolar”, like “Rubber Biscuit”, has running through it echoes of reform school marching rhymes (see the Wikipedia entry for The Chips). It’s “Go left, right, left, right” refrain and the lines, “I love left foot stomp and-a right foot drag, ‘n-a / Hey it’s good to march!” add a layer of reflexive sharpness to the song’s expression of culture and make the cultural link between Doo Wop and the criminal justice system even more explicit than The Chips’ rhythmic-linguistic allusions do. “Shombolar” is as much a prison song as Sam Cooke’s later and more famous tune, “Chain Gang” (1960, RCA Victor, 47-7783).

Either way of spelling/pronouncing “Shombalor” is similar enough to Shambhala, the mythopoeical predecessor to the fictional Shangri-la, to merit mention. Maybe there was a girl with an ebonic phonetic moniker involved. This usage may even be a popular memory trace of the 1930s and 40s fictional comic book and radio crime fighter, The Shadow, who was trained in mystical Shamballah. Even though The Shadow radio programme went off air in 1954, there is evidence that his influence persisted in rockin’ n’ rollin’ minds. Link Wray used The Shadow’s sinister moralising catchphrase, “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!” at the start of his instrumental “The Shadow Knows” (1964, Swan Records, S-4171). Or perhaps members of the vocal group came across Shambhala in contemporaneous references to the Dalai Lama’s escape from Tibet and into India on 31 March 1959, which was all over the news, and incorporated it as a motif in their new tune.

Check The Hound’s archive for “Shombolar”: hear this howlin’ rave and die! Alternatively, Songs the Cramps Taught Us, Volume One is still available from all good record shops. You can even get “Shombalor” legitimately for the first time outside of the vintage record racks, since it was reissued on the Vee-Jay Definitive Collection LP in August 2007. I imagine that the sleeve notes on the latter would provide a much needed supplement to this speculative post.

In an attempt to enhance your listening experience, I’ve transcribed the words as I hear them. I’d be happy to accept plausible suggestions for alterations.

“Shombolar”

Go left, right, left right
Go left, right, left right
Go left, right, left right
Go left, right, left right

(Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady)
Chickenin’ out and then a-root for it, chicken ‘n-a, Shombolar

Baby, d’y'wanna move out, do it now?
Ya gettin’ on the countdown, please?
Baby, wha’ the fuck do you need, now?
Ya gettin’ on the catfish knees? ‘n-a
I love swing-ding,
Rickey-bing you’re a healthy one, hubba!
And it’s known to some that-a jigga-wah
I love pick-’em-up and lay-’em-down

(Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady)
Chickenin’ out and then a-root for it, chicken ‘n-a, Shombolar

And it’s gonna — Wine-o Buy-No
Frees Jackie Frankenstein-oh,
Maybe Jackie came to dine, ‘n-a
Forgettin’ on he stole my wine, ‘n-a
Asks George “You bing, you bong, you bong?”
Leaves Jimmy Jones, he skipped to one, a-hubba
And it’s known to some that-a jigga-wah
I love pick-’em-up and lay-’em-down

(Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady)
Chickenin’ out and then a-root for it, chicken ‘n-a, Shombolar

Of all the animals in the world,
I’d rather be a bear (Raar!)
Climb the highest mountain,
Double to the rear.

(Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady)
Chickenin’ out and then a-root for it, chicken in-a, Shombolar

I love fat man mambo,
Baby, do the king of the jungle,
You can only get it from the Congo
And you try to get it deftly

I love left foot stomp and-a right foot drag, ‘n-a
Hey it’s good to march!
And it’s known to some that-a jigga-wah
I love pick-’em-up and lay-’em-down

(Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady)
Chickenin’ out and then a-root for it, chicken ‘n-a, Shombolar

Of all the animals in the world,
I’d rather be a bear (Raar!)
Climb the highest mountain,
Double to the rear.

(Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady)
Chickenin’ out and then a-root for it, chicken ‘n-a, Shombolar

Go left, right, left right [to fade, in a call-response duet with the lead singer]


Posted by Neil on November 26, 2007 at 1:58 pm
Tags: Counterculture, Music, Proletarian Postmodernism, Sound, The Unexplained
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Rockhaunter

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What was going to be a Halloween online special has turned into something a bit more substantial. I’m afraid. I’ve produced a one-off magazine called Rockhaunter, subtitle, “Conceptual gaiety in sound and vision”, with a glossy-ish cover enclosing 20 relatively profusely illustrated A4 pages. Contents: “Hauntiquarianism not hauntology”, “Dead villages: horror, suffering and locality” and “The Weird and The Unexplained, Part 1″

I’m making this available at a modest price: £2.50.* If you’d like a copy, click the button below to pay by PayPal, credit card or debit card. If you’d prefer to send a postal order, please send an email to neil@feastofpalmer.com and I’ll let you know where to send your old school payment. Please allow 28 days for delivery.


The articles and illustrations will be published on this site after the small print run of Rockhaunter is exhausted.

* Yes, I know the cover says 75p. But we all say things we don’t mean occasionally.


Posted by Neil on November 2, 2007 at 12:31 pm
Tags: Counterculture, Rockhaunter, The Explained, The Unexplained, hauntiquarianism, hauntology, ventriloquism
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