Paul Size was a prime source for Chapter 19, “The Red Devils’Blues,” which once again tells the tale of the Devils, the King King, Jagger’s blues mojo and the ill-fated Jagger/Devils album that never really came to be.

In this clip, Size talks about playing Jagger’s birthday party in London — and getting robbed for his troubles. The elusive Dave Lee Bartel makes a cameo in the story to save the day in ultimate rhythm guitar fashion.

Spitz next draws comparisons to The Red Devils to two other blues-based “color” bands: The White Stripes and The Black Keys, then Size gives his take on the Jagger sessions, and if he’d like to see them released officially.

Paul Size fans will get a chance to see him in action as he joins Big Pete as special guest at the Simi Valley Cajun and Blues Music Festival May 27.

For instance, the U.S. amazon.com website lists “King King” as an import at $29.50, with a Tuesday release date.

We’ve not been able to find any information about this release. From our vantage point, it looks like a straight reissue, but we’ll know more when we get our hands on the disc in a couple of days.

Without facts in the way, let’s speculate a little:

• Not surprising to see a reissue this year, the 20th anniversary of the “King King” record.
• Unfortunately, that likely means there is no true anniversary reissue coming later in the year. We wish this was a dry run for a bigger product release, but we can’t imagine a company spending so much time and so many resources on putting out “King King” twice.
• There is no indication of any bonus tracks — but there is really no useful product description at all.

Maybe its just wishful thinking, but we’ve heard “Automatic” on Bluesville on Sirius XM two times last week. Seems odd to play a 20-year-old one-off disc like that — unless the station has a fresh promo copy.

We’ll all find out on Tuesday.

We have lots of plans for the blog this year, the 20th anniversary of The Red Devils’“King King.”

Keep watching this space for some new Red Devils and Lester Butler goodies. You can also follow us on Twitter or watch a bunch of cool videos on our YouTube channel.

This review of the the 1993 Moulin Blues Festival comes courtesy of Feelgood. We’ve done our best to do a translation of The Red Devils’mention — if you have a better translation, put it in the comments.

Also included: A Block ad for the festival.

Finally — I think — the only other act with a magnetic force field of over 100 km: the Red Devils (because: Mick Jagger!) with their busy and fat-accentuated party hardy clichéd blues. No trace of white and yet not heavy. The band consisted of five top strengths, though star parts were played by drummer Bill Bateman (Blasters) and never-stagnant singer/harper Lester Butler, one of the few to handle Muddy’s “Louisiana Blues.” Butler spontaneously fulfilled a request for one of the slow songs to a fan who was killed earlier that week, though hopefully no one outside of those involved had been in the painful mistake still in his ready-made text. No, of course there is a festival for people like us to get back to. And we were.

Among the doodles, dates, phone numbers, notes and cigarette burns are lyrics for “Shake ‘Em on Down” and a nascent “Your Turn to Cry.”

The writings are in the hands of Paul Brown of the UK. Brown says he was in the crowd at the Devils’May 4, 1993, gig at London’s Borderline. Afterward, he picked up the setlist left behind on the stage. The setlist turned out to be more than that.

“When I picked up the ‘setlist’… it wasn’t until I returned home that I realised there were entries in over 20 pages, very much in the style of the notebook in the CD insert,” Brown wrote to us. “There are setlists, lyrics and doodles.”

Jonny Ray Bartel essentially confirmed the authenticity of the one-of-a-kind notebook in a Facebook post: “Nice collection Paul. Looks like you have an entire notebook of Lester’s. Awesome …”.

Let’s look into the pages Paul emailed to us:

IT’S YOUR TURN TO CRY: This song can be heard in many contexts, but here Butler’s lyrics coalesce around a theme. Where we would have assumed he was just borrowing floating lines and verses, in fact — at least at this time — he was making specific choices.

WAY DOWN SOUTH: Another set of lyrics, these wouldn’t come out officially until “13.” Here, Butler wrestles with who comes from “down south”: “she?” or “I”.

So much of Lester Butler’s appeal was in performance and persona. Rudimentary rhyming such as “dance, romance,” “good, would” and “nite, right” give no indication of what those words can do in a live setting.

WISH WE’D HEARD IT: Like Little Walter? They’ll try “Off the Wall” or “Fast Boogie.”

SIZE’S CONTRIBUTIONS: While there wasn’t a Texas influence readily apparent on “King King,” Paul Size’s background came in handy on stage.

Instrumentals such as “Backstroke” and “Sensation” (sic) are meat-and-potatoes blues in Texas. “Forgive Me” is likely an outsized shuffle a la the Fabulous Thunderbirds. And it’s assumed that the shorthand “Frank Frost” is the tune “My Back Scratcher,” covered to great effect on the Paul Size/Jonny Moeller record “Return of the Funky Worm.”

SET LIST MYSTERIES: As so much of the Devils’repertoire is lost to time (unfortunately, live bootlegs over-represent festival gigs, rather than all-night, three-set club gigs), these setlists show some of the choices they made when filling out an evening.

What do you make of “Xtr Mikes”? (Here’s our theory: Sometime-Devil Mike Flanigin showing his Texas roots on a cover of the T-Birds’“Extra Jimmies.” But we might be wrong!)

A couple of articles in the Los Angeles Times give a little detail of the “Ciao Def” party Aug. 27, 1993, which featured The Red Devils as entertainment at the “funeral.” And with the funeral, Rubin’s Def American became American Recordings . (“King King” was issued as Def American 9 26795-2 and American 65660.) [EDIT: Updated 12/4/11 with mention from Sept. 1, 1993 Long Beach Press-Telegram]

DEF’S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE DIES
By Bill Higgins, Los Angeles Times
Aug. 30, 1993

The Scene: “The Death of Def,” Friday’s publicity stunt/funeral service for the first word in Def American Recordings’name. The company will now be known as American Recordings.

The “ceremony of honored entombment” was held at Hollywood Memorial Park’s Chapel of the Psalms. The after-party was at Shatto 39 Lanes bowling alley. In a rock ‘n’roll way, it made complete sense: First you go to a funeral, then you go bowling.

The Cause of Death: Def began its brief life as rap-culture street slang. The deceased adjective once meant “excellent.” But, in an all-too-common story, the word started hanging around with the wrong element-suburban kids and record company executives. This led to inclusion in Webster’s dictionary. Nothing kills a hip word like mainstream respectability.

New York’s Rev. Al Sharpton, who gave the eulogy, said def meant, “more than excellent. Like, defiantly excellent with a bang. Now the bang is out of def. It lost its exclusivity to the in, defiant crowd. It died of terminal acceptance.”

An invite to the "Ciao Def" party, from nofightin.com reader Rackauskas

The Buzz: It’s not like Elvis. Def is dead. Surviving relatives include fresh, fly and dope.

The Last Rites: In an open casket were relics from friends of the deceased: hats, press releases, albums and harmonicas. Alongside were floral tributes. Beret-wearing Black Panthers stood guard with prop shotguns and AK-47s. After Sharpton’s eulogy, in a rare funeral appearance, the Amazing Kreskin did his mind-reading routine using Tom Petty and Rosanna Arquette. He also sent four mourners into spontaneous hypnotic trances.

Overheard: “Are you guys cremating or burying?” asked a male guest. That question was soon answered. Mourners followed a 19th Century-style horse-drawn hearse and a six-piece brass band playing “Amazing Grace” past the mausoleum that holds Rudolph Valentino’s remains to a freshly dug grave with a simple black granite slab inscribed DEF.

Who Was There: About 500 mourners at the cemetery, plus 2,000 more at the bowling alley. Guests at the chapel were older, the ones at Shatto Lanes more the Tattoo Generation. They included Petty, Arquette, Bushwick Bill, the Red Hot Chili Peppers’Flea, Sir Mix-A-Lot, Swell’s Monte Vallier, Warner Bros. Records chairman (and pallbearer) Mo Ostin, Mike Bone and Depeche Mode’s David Gahan.

The After-Party: Let’s just say the mourners bury better than they bowl.

Dress Mode: Was there ever a record-company party where black was more appropriate? For women, a typical outfit was an all-black combo of veil, miniskirt, lace stockings and cowboy boots. American Recordings’bereaved founder, Rick Rubin, wore a floor-length black cassock, Ray-Ban sunglasses, a white Sikh turban, strands of red Hindu rudraksha beads and left a thick wake of incense aroma as he entered the chapel.

Most Persistent Afterthought: What kind of people are running this cemetery that they let rock ‘n’rollers run loose in it?

And then, from Sept. 5, 1993:

ROCK ‘N’BOWL WILL NEVER DIE: The L.A. rock community is collectively nursing bowlers’elbows after two major bowling parties last weekend. First, there was Rick Rubin’s combination wake for the term Def and birth of the new name for his company, American Recordings. With the mob scene at the Shatto 39 lanes-including Rosanna Arquette, the band Raging Slab and even Heidi Fleiss (at least those were the rampant rumors)-the actual sport quickly degenerated into inebriated stunt bowling, with people sending two or three balls down lanes at a time as the label’s Red Devils played rockin’blues numbers.

Finally, from the Sept. 1, 1993, Long Beach Press-Telegram:

Besides (Heidi) Fleiss, the party, which was held in L.A.’s Shatto 39 Lanes bowling alley, featured appearances by American Recordings founder Rick Rubin, Tom Petty, Rosanna Arquette, Warner Bros. Records chairman Mo Ostin and R.E.M. and Nirvana producer Scott Litt, and about 2,000 other people, which, as it turns out, is a lot of people for a bowling alley. Entertainment was provided by the blues demons, the Red Devils and the ’70s-style rockers Raging Slab, who instantly entered the What’s Hot! Hall of Fame with a version of Mountain’s “Mississippi Queen.”

Got to boogie for the doctor
Got to boogie for the nurse
Got to keep on boogie’n ’til they throw me in a hearse

Got to boogie
Got to boogie
‘Til the break of dawn

Got to boogie in the alley
Gonna boogie in the street
Got to keep on boogie’n ’til it knock me off my feet

Got to boogie
I got the boogie
Got the boogie disease

Transcribed by nofightin.com. More Red Devils lyrics here.

Not long after Lester Butler died in May 1998, I received a package from Enrico Crivellaro, who was Butler’s touring guitarist in 13 in 1997. We had kept in touch after meeting in Kentucky and Indiana, and now he had sent along a memorial flier for Butler, along with a prayer card and short biography (the text of which became the introduction text of Jasper Heikens’Lester Butler tribute site).

Last year, in a trove of archives sent by 13 drummer Eddie Clark, we received the backside of the memorial flier, with directions to the May 24, 1998, event, as well as a mailing for a “Bad Ass Birthday Blues Bash” for Butler on Nov. 12 and 13, 1998.

It’s quite interesting to see, during 1989 and 1990, when the Blue Shadows were promoted as featuring Dave Alvin versus as featuring Lester Butler.

These three mentions come from the Los Angeles Times. First From July 23, 1990, about a weekend gig at the 10th annual Sunset Junction Street Fair:

Later “Janis” was succeeded by the Mustangs, a spirited all-female country-rock group, while Arco Iris was followed by the Blue Shadows, a rocking blues group that has gained a following as the house band at Hollywood’s King King club. All that was missing was the livestock competition.

And this Toes Tavern, Canoga Park, mention from Sept. 21, 1990:

On Oct. 19, The Toes Classic Brews & Blues will be held, with Blue Shadows, a group of local rockabilly musicians that includes The Blasters’Dave Alvin. The Formula One, a Haitian group, is scheduled to perform Nov. 19. Shows begin at 9:30 p.m.; there is no cover charge.

And this nugget from a Dec. 9, 1990, interview with Scottish musician Roddy Frame:

But Frame made it clear he’s not maturing too fast. He sounded every bit the wide-eyed boy as he told of his star-gazing the night before when he went to the rough-hewn Hollywood club King King to see the L.A. blues band the Blue Shadows.

“Norm from ‘Cheers’was there,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “But he was standing. It would have been great if he was sitting at the bar with a beer like on the show.”

Photographer Rens Horn sheds light on how he captured an iconic image of Lester Butler.

Based in The Netherlands, Horn shot Butler during his 1997 tour through Europe. The photographer has posted some outtakes, and explained to us how the elements came together, from concept to session:

The pictures were taken in Rotterdam on Sept. 10, 1997, just across the artist entrance of Nighttown where 13 would perform that night.

The first time I saw Lester play I had this picture in my mind: While playing you couldn’t see his face, and while singing you couldn’t see his tattooed arms the way you would when playing, and I wanted to see both at the same time. … (D)ays before this portrait was made I took some pictures at a concert in Tegelen, on stage with Lori’s backstage pass. After the concert I asked Lester if I could take his portrait when he was playing in Rotterdam and he agreed.

I brought my own harp (the one in the picture is mine) and prints of the pictures I took before, just average concert pictures but “messed up” in the darkroom (I call it “rensomatic”). He loved the way they looked as did Alex Schultz who happens to love photography as well and was actually related with some of my photographer heroes through his dad. So he was willing to pose and we shared a couple of minutes in front of the garage door.

After a few frames it occurred to me that the holes in the door resembled that of the holes in the harp so we shot two or three more and that was it. He liked the picture a lot and on one occasion, years later, he gave me his T-shirt and said “thanks for the pictures and your friendship.”