Jimmy Jones And His Aerial Didoes
by Bryce Martin

You had to have been there when to know that no one burst onto the recording scene with more unbridled zeal than Jimmy Jones with a magic two discs back in 1959.

The first one, "Handy Man," would have been a great summer song but it came out when golden, autumn leaves were falling and was unlike anything I had heard. Jones was not only ear piercing loud, his voice didoed up and down during manic octave leaps. I knew loud. Little Richard had introduced me to loud (and raucous) with "Long Tall Sally." (Since the music business is a copycat industry, Larry Williams sought to emulate the style and ferocity of Richard's vocals with "Short Fat Fanny," with moderate and short-lived success.)

And Little Richard liked to drill his lyrical messages home. Who could ever forget "True Fine Mama," where he repeats the word "honey" twenty-five times in succession?

Jones had most of the country singing, "Come-a, come-a, come-a ..."

Little Richard, for all his vocal bluster, was monotone loud. Jones, on the other hand, varied in degrees. Richard came on like a Cape Canaveral rocket trying to free itself from gravity while Jones screamed in rising notes of stupendous layers of loud and from joyous levels one never imagined possible.

His high-note exercises were so great even falsetto-king Del Shannon recorded "Handy Man" a few years later. One had to reason, though, that Shannon recorded it not because it was such a great song but so he could imitate the falsetto styling imbued by Jones. The song itself did have merit, however, as evidenced by James Taylor's much-slowed version several years after Shannon. Who would have thought to slow down the song a la Taylor after hearing Jones ride it to such extreme heights?

The best place to hear the original, for me anyway, was from the clear and strong signal belonging to WHB radio out of Kansas City, Mo. It was AM radio at its best.

Then, just to prove that country music had no lock on dropping "g's" (the list includes darlin', drinkin', cheatin', and so on), Jones came out with an amazing followup -- "Good Timin'." After coming on like gangbusters with "Handy Man," here he was trying to outdo himself.

I was at first dazzled that Jones seemed to have pulled it off, then just as puzzled wondering if I had been duped. Was "Good Timin'" really an equal to "Handy Man"? Or was it just more of the same?

I decided it did not matter. "Handy Man" was a rare treat, and for Jones to nearly equal it on a second try was enough to validate the strident pleasure of the original, to sustain the foot-to-the-floor aerial word climbs only Jones could pilot.

Jones did not make a third attempt. If he did, it failed to find many radio turntables. I never heard from him again.

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