‘Bogotà Affair‘ was the third single to be released from the Off the Coast of Me 40th Anniversary Edition album. ‘Calypso Pan American‘ is the latest release from the same album. Out on October 28th. The first single released off the album was ‘Mister Softee’, and the follow up single, released on July 10th, was the title track ‘Off The Coast Of Me’. Visit our label to stream, download and watch the videos.
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Off The Coast Of Me was Kid Creole and the Coconuts’ first album release in 1980 on ZE Records. The Kid and Coati Mundi together decided to celebrate this debut album by releasing a 40th Anniversary Edition.
It, of course, has all the tracks from the original version (re-mastered) but you will also enjoy some very special never-before-released original demos, plus some cool upbeat Bootlegs by the Kid’s son, artist Youngr. But it also includes some recent singles from the band that you may have missed the first time round: Do Yourself a Favor, Checkin’ My Colonies, You Don’t Know Me and In a Place Like This.
Why did I choose Mister Softeeto be the first single from the OFF THE COAST OF ME (40th Anniversary Edition) album?
Well, I didn’t. That album is chock-full of potential singles. So I went about it in a democratic way (for a change). I reached out to Coati Mundi and the original Coconuts (Adriana Kaegi, Cheryl Poirier and Roni Griffith) and we voted on it.
Mister Softee won by a landslide. I know why. The Coconuts adore the sentiment of the song – cutting the Kid down to size has always been their favorite preoccupation. Hope you enjoy it as much as THEY do. Hachachacha! August Darnell
Mister Softee is the first single release from Off The Coast of Me: 40th Anniversary Edition. The album is set for release on June 11th, with the single being released on April 30th.
The single and the album will be available on 2C2C Music label.
This photo of Coconuts Cheryl Poirier, Roni Griffith and Adriana Kaegi was taken backstage before a show in Florida in October, 1980. The band had launched in January and after numerous raucous New York club dates and some solo northeast gigs, Kid Creole opened for the Talking Heads and then the B-52’s on a brief tour heading down the coast to Florida. The wild crowd response at each of these shows for a wholly unknown opening act was thrilling and told us definitively that this band could reach an audience further than east coast clubs. Coati Mundi shaved his head around this time and began wearing ever more surreal outfits on stage, just as other theatrical elements in the show started to expand. In shooting this photo, as I sometimes did, I turned the camera upside-down so that the flash would light the faces subtly from below, erasing shadows and enhancing the drama and sex appeal. The effect was particularly striking in this image which has long been a favorite of mine – and not only because two of the great loves of my life are in this photo.
– John Rynski, April 2020
MISTER SOFTEE LYRICS
(music and lyric: August Darnell)
You’re no good for
me!
I got a funny feelin’ baby that tonight you wanna sleep with me (don’t say it, you know you shouldn’t say it) But I got a ‘pointment in the mornin’, need at least eleven hours of sleep! (you said it, I asked you not to say it) I’m so sorry, babe
You’re a softee, by trade Mister Softee’s your name You’re a softee and hardly my type
Don’t say that, don’t say that! Don’t you make an issue over somethin’ that’s as small as this I’ll make it up to you tomorrow evenin’ babe if you insist Oh
You’re a softee, by trade Who you talkin’ to? Mister Softee’s your name You’re a softee and hardly my type Don’t say that, don’t say that
I’ve had enough in my life of sweet and sour goodnights I know you can’t satisfy but at least you could try You’re no good for me
Would you rather I forget about my livelihood and stay at home? (don’t say it, you know you shouldn’t say it) Well then you must give up your credit cards, must give up your Maud Frizons (you said it, I asked you not to say it) I’m so sorry, babe
You’re a softee, by trade Who you talkin’ to? Mister Softee’s your name There’s no sense squawkin’ ’bout it You’re a softee and hardly my type Don’t say that, don’t say that
I’ve had enough in my life of sweet and sour goodnight I know you can’t satisfy but at least you could try You’re no good for me
You got a funny way of showin’ me that baby you’re in love with me (don’t say it, you know you shouldn’t say it) Just because I need a little rest, you wanna torture me (you said it, I asked you not to say it)
You’re a softee, by trade Mister Softee’s your name You’re a softee, by trade Mister Softee’s your name
You’re the softee, my friend You’re soft in your head Softee my friend Soft in the head
You’re a softee, by trade Who you talkin’ to? Mister Softee’s your name There’s no sense squawkin’ ’bout it You’re a softee, by trade Don’t say that Mister Softee’s your name Don’t say that You’re the softee, my friend You’re soft, soft in the head You’re a softee, I’m sure Soft to the core
You’re a softee, by trade Who you talkin’ to? Mister Softee’s your name You’re a softee and hardly my type Don’t say that, don’t say that
