Annette Peacock – My Mama Never Taught Me How To Cook

11th November 2023 · 1970s, 1978, Jazz, Music

Annette Peacock’s steamy, sinuous blues-funk jam My Mama Never Taught Me How To Cook is a sultry coming-of-age tale of sexual liberation with disturbing undertones.

Disturbing because the lyrics have undertones, if not clear overtones, of incest – yet her sensuous, soaring and sometimes sexily murmured vocals are nothing if not erotic.

“My mama never taught me how to cook,” she confides, going on to address the elephants in her childhood bedroom with pregnant pauses and double entendres. “Daddy never taught me to… suck seed. That’s why I’m so crazy… But my brother – now my brother taught me how to… eat.”

The music, punctuated by piercing peals of electric guitar from Mick Ronson and Chris Spedding’s bursts of wah-wah, creates a steamy, fecund sort of mood, over which Peacock freestyles like Patti Smith – which is probably what first attracted me to her second album X-Dreams back in 1978.

Later she tells us, in another childhood confession: “Never had no one to believe in me. Even though my brother, he gave me a head… start.”

The song breaks down into a slow blues before turning into an ecstatic sort of musical orgasm, with a wild free-jazz sax entering the mix as Peacock launches into a stream of consciousness to tell us how she has survived and what she has learned.

I’ve had men say, “Hey babe, your love is the greatest show on earth,” and “Hey baby, I’m your man with the perfect plan and I’ll give you everything your heart desires, I want you, and I’ll give you everything you dream, everything you need, just let me get close to you, I want you, hey baby, I want to suck your honey.

I wanna cop your conception, take your energy, absorb your vibe, preach your philosophy, I wanna become you, I want you and I want you to die so I can be​ you. Hey, come over here and give your sweet vampire some love, I’m your man, come over here and pay your landlord some dues.” And “Hey babe that’s what I call love and that’s what I call a relationship – now do you want to get it on?”

And I say, “Hey man, my destiny’s not to serve. I’m a woman. My destiny is to create.”