Killer Joe: The Song That Gave Me Pause

You know, I’m not exactly the poster boy for being cool. I mean, the last time that a hot chick couldn’t keep her eyes off of me was . . . was . . . was . . . yeah, now I remember. I was about two years old, being pushed around in a baby carriage. “Oh, he’s absolutely adorable,” the girl cooed, bending down to get a better look and never taking her gaze from mine. Wow, that was the best!

But I’ll tell you something. I do know how to be cool once in awhile. Like when I hear a great tune on the radio, one so finger-snapping and head-bopping fine that I can’t contain myself. Just watch me as I rise from the sofa and strut across the living room, the dining room, the kitchen and back again. Fingers snapping. Head a-bopping. Cool, man, cool. It happens now and then.

Killer Joe. That’s the tune that got me off the couch one recent evening. As usual I was doing not much of anything, except half-listening to the radio and counting the number of Cheez-Its crumbs stuck to the sofa’s cushions. I had counted 87 of them when — POW! POW! — Quincy Jones’ version of Killer Joe came on the air. It sounded spectacular. Next thing I knew, I was stepping.

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Killer Joe, a jazz standard, was composed around 1959 by jazz saxophonist Benny Golson, who has written many other songs (I Remember Clifford, Whisper Not, Stablemates) covered by scads of jazzbos. And Benny’s 1960 recording of Killer Joe is absolutely ace (click here to listen). Benny put the tune on wax with The Jazztet, the group that he co-led with trumpeter Art Farmer, and it came out on their album Meet The Jazztet. But Quincy’s KJ is better. It’s just too, too much, though it took me awhile to settle permanently into that opinion (click here to listen). I like it more than The Jazztet’s version because it has more slinky sizzle. Quincy himself didn’t play on the tune, which is from his 1969 album Walking In Space. But he arranged and conducted it and hired some monster guys to send out the sounds. Ray Brown (bass), Hubert Laws (flute) and Grady Tate (drums), to name a few.

To me, Ray Brown’s confident, strutting upright bass is the key to Killer Joe. From the opening bass lines straight through to the song’s end, Ray Brown is walking the walk. He’s under control, yet swaggering. He’s keeping things tight and tense, but jaunty too. And Tate, his steady high-hat cymbal work somehow loose as a goose, ambles arm-in-arm with Brown. Beyond the purring Brown/Tate engine, I couldn’t get enough of the airy flute solo, the piercing trumpet interludes and the pleading voices of the female chorus. Man, my fingers were snapping big time as I did my household shuffle.

It wasn’t till the next day, though, relistening to the song on YouTube, that I paid attention to the lyrics that the ladies sing. “Killer Joe, don’t you go/Hurt me slow, please Joe.” Whoa, what did that mean? Is this a song about physical abuse? Had I been slow-marching and bopping to a composition that contains a really nasty notion? It took me a good long while to grasp the meaning of the words. They don’t paint a pretty picture, but I believe that the hurt referred to is emotional, not physical. Killer Joe (the character, not the song) is a cad, a heel, a self-absorbed jivester whom some women just can’t resist. Smitten, they know it’s a certainty that he will leave them. And that their hearts face a sad destiny: to be broken. The ladies want to be let down easy, not hard.

Now, The Jazztet’s recorded version of KJ basically is an instrumental piece. It has no lyrics, though Benny Golson felt the need to open the proceedings with a spoken introduction to let the world know that KJ ain’t a swell guy. Nine years later, on Quincy’s version, lyrics, brief as they are, were added. Who wrote them? I’ve scoured the Web, coming up unsure as to the answer. Could have been Golson, could have been Jones, could have been both or neither of them. Regardless, Quincy’s 1969 take on the song expanded Golson’s equation. What had been an instrumental description of a me-first, ponies-playing ladies’ man became deeper, something to ponder. Quincy Jones’ Killer Joe is a swinging statement tempered with reminders about how doleful and strange and complicated life can be.

Speaking from my me-first perspective, it’s a good thing that Quincy’s KJ isn’t about women who like their bad boy to whup them. If it were, into the deep freeze it would go, never to be listened to again. I’d be a chump to support any tune that goes that far to the dark side, even if it grooves like a champ.

But all is well in my music world. Onward!

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16 thoughts on “Killer Joe: The Song That Gave Me Pause

  1. T. Wayne June 26, 2016 / 12:29 am

    Thanks for the reminder to play this classic once again. I heard the Quincy Jones version back in college, and I chased down the album Walking In Space many years later. Your post made me remember how cool and swinging Quincy’s arrangement was. Thank you!

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    • yeahanotherblogger June 26, 2016 / 10:33 am

      You’re welcome, for sure.
      Quincy has had a long and amazing career. He is a very talented guy.

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  2. Alexis Chateau June 26, 2016 / 4:10 am

    Honestly, I’m not a fan of jazz by any means, but your description of the song and its effect on you makes me almost want to listen to it myself.

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  3. Still the Lucky Few June 26, 2016 / 8:43 am

    Definitely the lyrics meant emotional pain, rather than physical. In those days, before women wised up, “Bad Boys” were considered over the top sexy. Well, to some, anyway.

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    • yeahanotherblogger June 26, 2016 / 10:36 am

      I’m glad I didn’t have to put Quincy Jones’ version into the deep freeze!


  4. Cindy July 13, 2016 / 9:39 pm

    It’s a great song–and your post brings up something I’ve been wondering about: What is it about some songs that makes it impossible NOT to snap your fingers to them? This is one, and Mack the Knife is the other one that I cannot resist snapping to. Is it the timing? the beat? the Bobby Darin effect?

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  5. -stephen b- December 6, 2016 / 2:55 am

    A comment online on KILLER JOE VIDEO (the Q. Jones arranged version): // Benny Golson,, himself , told me face to face, that when he played the clubs in NYC, a man dressed to the nines would come in with 3 or 4 ladies // but at the end of the night, he would leave by himself // Benny thought that they were his secretaries until he found out that the man was a pimp //

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    • yeahanotherblogger December 6, 2016 / 2:14 pm

      Thanks for stopping by, Stephen. I appreciate the info.


  6. johnlmalone December 30, 2019 / 10:31 pm

    I love the way you delve into songs, Neil, especially the more obscure ones

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  7. Jean McGuire November 18, 2020 / 6:07 pm

    Hi! My parents played Walking in Space, fear. Killer Joe often. They thought the song was about Joe Frazier, which makes sense; there were two main ‘Joe’s’ in the headlines those years: Joe Namath and Joe Frazier…between the two…Frazier is definitely ‘killer,’ with his great records in the boxing ring! Keep steppin’ out, my friend!

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    • Yeah, Another Blogger November 18, 2020 / 7:42 pm

      Hi, and thanks for stopping by. This story is from my back catalog. I’m wondering how you discovered it. Please let me know.


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