This song came out of New Orleans, written by Jesse Hill and intro was taken from Dave Bartholomew and finally recorded at Cosimo Matassa‘s studio, produced by Allen Toussaint.
I am aware of it’s strange name, but I really loved to dance and this was a great song for dancing. There are about 100 different recordings and it sold close to one million and reached #5 on the R&B chart and #30 on BB.
Now here is one of my favourite songs with the strange name and meaning.
December 1932 – September 1996
Best remembered for the classic “Ooh Poo Pah Doo,” New Orleans R&B legend Jessie Hill was born in the Crescent City’s Ninth Ward district on December 9, 1932. Raised alongside the likes of Eddie Bo, Oliver Morgan, and Prince La La, it was almost inevitable that he would pursue a career in music, and by his teens he was playing drums in bands fronted by Kid Arnestine and Freddie Domino.
In 1951 Hill formed his own group, the House Rockers, with guitarist Little Eddie Lang and siblings Melvin and David Lastie on trumpet and saxophone. The group played local country & western bars for about a year, touring the northern U.S. in support of a drag troupe led by Bobby Marchan before splitting.
Upon returning to New Orleans, Hill played drums behind Professor Longhair. No recordings of their collaboration exist, but according to observers, he was the most sympathetic and complementary percussionist Longhair ever enjoyed.
He then served with Huey “Piano” Smith & the Clowns before forming a new version of the House Rockers in 1958. In addition to David Lastie, this line up included guitarist Alvin “Shine” Robinson, bassist Richard Payne, and a drummer, John Boudreaux, which enabled Hill to focus solely on frontman duties.
A nonsensical yet rollicking call-and-response workout that perfectly captures the energy of French Quarter life, the song was honed to a fine edge on-stage before Hill cut a demo that he shopped to local labels, among them Joe Ruffino‘s Ric and Ron imprints. Ruffino passed, but recommended Hill pitch Joe Banashak‘s Minit, which agreed to book session time at Cosimo Matassa‘s Cosimo’s Studio.
The resulting date would prove the first production credit notched by the great Allen Toussaint, and upon its early 1960 release, “Ooh Poo Pah Doo” first emerged as a favourite at Mardi Gras. Eventually, the single broke nationally, selling 800,000 copies on its way to cracking the Billboard R&B Top Five and the pop Top 30.
Hill took the House Rockers on a national tour that culminated with an appearance at New York City’s legendary Apollo Theater, but his accounting practices so angered the other members of the band that it dissolved prior to a performance in Washington, D.C.
After returning to New Orleans, Hill re-entered the studio to cut “Whip It on Me,” which briefly entered the Billboard Hot 100 before disappearing from sight. The follow-up, “Scoop Scoobie Doobie,” was a massive local hit but failed to catch on nationally. Subsequent Minit efforts including “I Got Mine” and “Oogsey Moo” made little impact, and after a last stab to recapture his initial success with “I Can’t Get Enough of That Ooh Poo Pah Doo,” Hill left the label in 1962.
In an effort to reignite his career he moved to California. There he befriended fellow bayou expatriates Harold Battiste, Dave Dixon, and Mac Rebennack (the future Dr. John), who convinced him to temporarily sideline his performing career in favour of songwriting.
In the years to follow everyone from Ike & Tina Turner to Sonny & Cher recorded Hill‘s songs, and he even wrote with Willie Nelson.
In 1972, he signed to the Blue Thumb label to cut a solo LP, Naturally, an ambitious but deeply flawed effort that sold scant few copies.
Despite his success on the West Coast, Hill nevertheless suffered financial difficulties exacerbated by his growing drinking problem. After a disagreement with Battiste he quit his staff songwriting gig, and while serving a stint in Los Angeles County Jail for an accumulation of traffic warrants, his car, which contained all of his songwriting material, was stolen.
Hill ultimately returned to New Orleans in 1977, but after coming home he found little in the way of either live dates or songwriting work, and for a time he drove his own taxi, a black Cadillac dubbed “The Poo Cab.” As his drinking and narcotics use escalated, however, he racked up a series of DWI infractions, and in short order lost his license altogether.
His occasional live appearances were typically train wrecks, hastily assembled affairs performed with pickup bands, and for a time Hill was homeless. Several benefit gigs were held in his honour, but did little to revive his personal or professional fortunes.
Hill finally succumbed to heart and kidney failure on September 17, 1996, and his body was laid to rest under a plywood grave marker in New Orleans’ Holt Cemetery.