Big Sugar is a Canadian blues, reggae rock band. They were active from 1991 to 2004 and again since April 2010.
Big Sugar officially formed in 1988 in Toronto, Ontario, consisting of vocalist and guitarist Gordie Johnson, bassist Terry Wilkins, and drummer Al Cross, though the three musicians had already played together for several years as a supporting band for Molly Johnson's jazz performances and as an informal jam band with members of the Bourbon Tabernacle Choir. After Molly Johnson returned to rock music with Infidels, she helped her former bandmates to secure a record deal; their eponymous debut album was released in 1991 on Hypnotic Records.
After Wilkins left the band in 1993, Big Sugar recorded the album Five Hundred Pounds with the help of guest musicians, including harmonica and tenor saxophonist Kelly Hoppe, also known as Mr. Chill. Hoppe brought a blues and old-school r'n'b influence into the band's sound. Hoppe would become an official member of the band in September 1994. He would later add keyboards and melodica to his sideman responsibilities. In July 1994, bassist Garry Lowe joined the band. Lowe had moved to Canada in the mid-1970s from Kingston, Jamaica. Soon after arriving in Toronto, he became an in-demand bass player for touring reggae recording artists. He often accompanied them at Toronto's famed Bamboo club on Queen St.W., among other venues. Lowe was a founding member of "Culture Shock", a popular Toronto reggae band. Johnson, an avid reggae maven (and one-time bass player), had been a fan of Lowe's and was overjoyed when he agreed to join Big Sugar as a full-time member.
Big Sugar is the eponymous debut album by Canadian rock band Big Sugar, released 1991 on Hypnotic Records.
Once I was a villain
I behaved just like a cad
But like a shot of penicillin
She cured me of all that
She's the hand that won't surrender
For a man that's hooked on sin
Let the joy begin
Now if I was a beggar
I would beg ten million dimes
I would have a million dollars
For one minute of your time
I would walk across the desert
Eating dust and sand
If that was your command
Better get used to it, baby
Better get used to it, baby
Better get used to it, baby
And if you never tell me
You care just how I feel
It's a dying man's last mean
You better get used to it, baby
You better get used to it, baby
You better get used to it, baby
Better get used to it, baby
Better get used to it, baby
Better get used to it, baby