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Size Diversity Soundtrack–300 Pounds of Heavenly Joy

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This week, as part of a special project I’m working on, I’ve been exploring some fat positive music.  And my goodness, I had no idea there was so much of it out there!  Makes you want to get out your MP3 player and build an epic playlist of awesomeness.  Or at least start workin’ that YouTube jam.

One of my very favorite fat positive songs and in fact one of my favorite songs of all times is THIS gem from Big Twist and The Mellow Fellows. About 25 years ago, I had the rare privilege of seeing and hearing these guys perform “300 Pounds of Heavenly Joy” live during an outdoor summer event in Milwaukee called Lakefront Festival of the Arts.  I had no idea what size acceptance was in those days.  I just knew I LOVED this song.  I mean, I loved the lyrics:

Hoy, hoy,
Baby I’m your boy
300 pounds of heavenly joy.
I’m so glad that you understand
You’ve got 300 pounds of muscle and man.

This is it,
This is it,
Look what you get!

Now all you girls think your days are done
Don’t worry baby,
You could still have fun.
Take me, baby, for your little boy
Of 300 pounds of heavenly joy.

This is it,
This is it,
Look what you get!

If you’re sneakin’ and hidin’
Then the hidin’s bad.
Then you’ve got a man that you don’t like (Aaah!)
Get that cat, baby, and please me mad
Follow me woman we’ll have a real good time.

This is it,
This is it,
Look what you get!

Hoy, hoy,
Baby I’m your boy
300 pounds of heavenly joy. (Aaah!)
I’m so glad that you understand
You’ve got 300 pounds of muscle and man.

This is it,
This is it,
Look what you get!

 

I also loved that big fat horn section wailing away–building the anticipation for Larry “Big Twist” Nolan’s arrival on stage.  And when I say building, I’m not talking about 4 bars of intro.  I’m talking about 50-60 or more bars sheer blues awesomeness.  Long enough to get the loot, go through the trap door in the stage floor, and head to the car for one of the best car chases EVAR.

And let me tell you what, Mr. Big Twist could really move.  Sporting a 3-piece, white ice cream suit, and a white fedora, the guy was just mesmerizing as he strutted, sweat and basically owned the stage.  As I boogied down in the Milwaukee/Lake Michigan sunshine, I could scarcely have imagined that I would still be rocking to this tune in my aerobics dance classes more than 20 years later.  Lord, Lord, LORDY 20 years. That’s a looonng time ago!  Yikes! I think I just might be gettin’ those old lady blues!

Love,

The Fat Chick