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  • Aretha Franklin - Young, Gifted and Black

    Fev 13 2006, 7h12

    This is the Amazon.com review I was compelled to write yesterday.

    I have to echo Tall Paul's comments above. I'm a dabbling soul fan, and a friend recently recommended "This is the Amazon.com review I was compelled to write yesterday.

    I have to echo Tall Paul's comments above. I'm a dabbling soul fan, and a friend recently recommended "Rock Steady." When he asked me if I knew it I kept thinking of some other "Rock Steady." You know the mid 90's RNB-groove-one? It's by "The Whispers," Google just told me so. That's what came to mind when he said "Rock Steady." He gave me a funny look.

    At the same time, it popped up in the great book Yes, Yes Y'all: Oral History of Hip Hop's First Decade. Aforementioned friend gave me a disc of mp3 music with "Rock Steady" on it. Now I understand that funny look. I fell immediately in love with it's funky soul, and it's quite possibly my favorite song at this moment.

    So today I'm driving through town, and I see a funky red sign on the sidewalk reading "Estate Sale - Vintage Vinyl." (See last post - Estate Sale Booty) Lucky for me, it was my day off, and I resolved to stop in.

    Inside a failed coffee shop stands its owner with some random "estate sale" detritus and 10 boxes of vinyl. You never know what you'll see in those kinds of boxes. Of course, there are the regulars: the apparently much loved and apparently much left such as Sergio Mendez and Brazil '66 (and/or '77), Sing Along with Mitch, the "Hooked on Swing" comps, and plenty of faceless instrument records with exclamatory titles like "Conga Brass!" or "Powerful Percussion!" But in between those, there's always something else, and if you're lucky, you find something great.

    Today I was lucky. I found it: "Young, Gifted and Black," in "A" condition. Based on first listen and what the estate guy said, this record may never have been played before tonight. Apart from "Rock Steady," I hadn't heard it yet. Now I'm so grateful for the opportunity to have just heard this record for the first time.

    Aretha is abolutely perfect. Thrilling. She soars on each song, hitting especially amazing heights on the title cut in particular. In terms of pure melodic precision, I can't think of a voice so, well, PURE, save maybe Ella Fitzgerald. I don't think the musicians and arrangements could be any better. Bernard Purdie on drums, Donny Hathaway on keys; these are good names to find. To top it off, this record (all but two tracks) have Tom Dowd at the controls. That means the recording sounds absolutely fantastic. I learned about Mr Dowd through a wonderful documentary I recently (still on the TIVO!) saw on IFC. In it are pictures of Tom and Aretha, probably from these very sessions!

    For me today, upon the first listen of this record, it's as though the planets have aligned and this record is the result. That's just barely hyperbole. It truly delights me that there are still musical gems like this, 34 years old, that I can still experience with virgin ears. After the experience, I can say with total confidence that for any fan of black music (go ahead and get upset if you must, but you shouldn't), this album is ABSOLUTELY ESSENTIAL.

    (And Tall Paul is right, I think this record must be heard on vinyl for best results, and he eplained why well. So do yourself a favor and dust off the old turntable, your ears will thank you.)TocarRock SteadyThe WhispersYoung, Gifted and BlackAretha FranklinElla FitzgeraldBernard PurdieDonny Hathaway
  • Huey No Hooey

    Jan 17 2006, 8h38

    If you like classic soul and you haven't heard of Baby Huey, don't fret. In fact, just the opposite, be glad; much goodness is in store for you. I thought I recalled hearing the name before, but it never conjured up anything other than the nephew of a famous animated duck with a bad temper (possibly due to a serious speech impedement) and a serious speech impedement (a condition often inflamed by a bad temperament). This is not the same Huey.

    All I know about Baby Huey I just read in the All Music Guide review of his only, and postumously released, album, eeriely titled "The Living Legend." I know he's dead now, and has been for some time. I know he recorded this before the date of his death. Apparently he was a very large man. I know his album was released on Curtis Mayfield's Curtom imprint, and I know that Curtis not only produced the record, but also wrote 3 of it's 8 songs. I know that the cover is really great. I know that the average review for it on iTunes is a perfect 5 stars. I know that it is freaking awesome.

    Huey has a voice. A voice freakishly meshing the raw screeching bombastic energy of James Brown at his most excited with heart-breakingly soulfull power reminiscent of Otis Redding. The backing band freaking cooks. They're called The Baby Sitters, and this record is more than worth classic status based on their work alone. Huey liked smoking weed, dressing in crazy outfits, wearing a big afro, dropping acid, and making the most pleasing funky psychedic soul music I never heard before tonight.

    I rocked so hard on the first cut, "Listen To Me" that I had to rock it twice. Huey's voice astounds, and the band build from a solid foundation of heavy organ guitar drums horns funk to such an ecstatic plateu that I think I'm dancing half naked in the mud at Woodstock. Santana's tuning up and Sly and The Family Stone are prepping their costumes, but they stop to cheer on Huey and the Baby Sitters from stage left. This is energetic stuff.

    But wait, let's slow it down. I've heard Sam Cooke sing "A Change is Gonna Come." I've heard Otis Redding sing it too. But I've never felt it as much as when I heard Huey sing it. Horn bombast again. Think Ike and Tina. But the best is the end, when we take it down and Huey gets nostalgic for that very first time of "getting mellow," when "the whole world sorta brightens up a little bit." Huey man, you crazy. Nine minutes plus? Thank you.

    Get your neck bob back for Mighty Mighty, somehow better than Curtis's version? Is that possible? Depends. If you'd rather just get funky without the heavy duty socially relevant message music, it's better. (What??! A guy has got to let his hair down every once in a while, right? I love Curtis more than you, so step off.)

    It's a crime that I never heard of this record before now. But damn, it's a good feeling to finally be here today. Have some fun and check this out with no delay.
  • Young M.C. is still dope.

    Ago 22 2005, 5h54

    I haven't listened to this CD (Stone Cold Rhymin') in probably 12 years at least. Except for Bust a Move, which I've heard a million times, and enjoyed each time, by the way. Since then, it's been tucked away in a box at my parents', until yesterday. Not every cut on Stone Cold Rhymin' is a winner, but Young's talents and wit as an M.C. are undeniable. It's very refreshing in this day and age to hear a hip hop album without a curse word to be found. Production is tight on this one, and I'm wondering how many famous samples I heard first here on this record 15 years ago. Mario Caldato Jr from the Beastie Boys works the board (engineer). The Dust Brothers (who did Paul's Boutique) turn up for production on "Know How." Sample counts skyrocketing. Could this have been the first time I heard the Incredible Bongo Band's "Apache" beat? The beats on "Pick Up The Pace" sound like embyonic Drexciya. It's a little weird to listen to the anti-drug message over Depeche Modeesque beat on the last track, actually called "Just Say No," but I'm still rocking more of this at my next house party, And you will all say AAAWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!! and OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Young M.C.Beastie BoysDrexciyaDepeche ModeIncredible Bongo BandIncredible Bongo Band
  • Pork Recordings Forever

    Ago 15 2005, 7h00

    A quick note about Pork Recordings. It's hard to say exactly what this label means to me. I think about what Dan Sicko wrote in the acknowledgements to his seminal book on the history of Detroit Techno entitled "Techno Rebels." After an extensive list of names, Mr Sicko thanks "Pork Recordings for My Sanity." I think I know exactly what he means.
    I hosted a radio program in college, and the guys at Pork sent me hand addressed parcels airmail for my show. I asked them for a T-shirt. I still wear it. The music of Pork is soothing and stimulating, blunted out, but awake with a sense of humor. Engaging, unpretentious, honest. Standing independently and safely detached from the soul-sucking music industry methods, Pork represented purity. Musical to the fullest. I have the utmost respect for the fellas at the now defunkt Pork Recordings, and I hope you will give this music your undivided and unbiased attention. I think you will agree with me that Pork Recordings was something special. Fila Brazillia and Baby Mammoth are probably the most prolific and well known of the label's artists, but somehow every Pork release seemed to ooze quality and just as importantly, integrity. I, too, would like to thank the people of Pork.