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Borrowed this and a sack full of other stuff from a friend yesterday - Black Keys' new one, the latest Magnetic Fields disc, Thao Nguyen and She & Him (frankly disappointed with this one - no photos of Ms. Deschanel inside).
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Yeah, interesting stuff on a first listen. She has the glasses thing going on...Otis Westinghouse wrote:The Word raved about that Laura Veirs. I heard one or two on samplers, nice, and heard her on the radio. Good songwriter, no? Looks geeky.
The Jam is better than Pearl Jam.verbal gymnastics wrote:Live Jam - The Jam
I always wondered what 'toe jam football' meant in Come Together, "He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam football He got monkey finger he shoot coca-cola...". I'd kinda pictured some toe jam building up so much that it was like a football!mood swung wrote:Toe jam is better than Pearl Jam.
This is gone now.Who Shot Sam? wrote:Incidentally, anyone interested in a free download of that (excellent) album by The National? If so, PM me and I can give you the details. Only one download left.
Great track!New Music: Al Green [ft. Corinne Bailey Rae]: "Take Your Time" [Stream]
"Do you remember when... we used to take our time?" asks jazzy British crooner Corinne Bailey Rae on this oozing slow jam from Lay It Down, evoking long pre-Facebook evenings of love letters and wallowing brass sections when, according to Rev. Al Green, "Everythang was easy/ Everythang was OK" Funny-- a whole host of economic indicators remembered Green's mid-1970s heyday as anything but "easy," but that's maybe the point: With his world-weary groan-- a voice that breaks into euphoria at the brink of exhaustion-- Green's got the kind of instrument you can clock a recession to. Hear that voice on your radio, and you knows times is hard. So, Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke, if you're reading this, here's your red flag: Judging from their liberal use of open spacing-- there's like eight snare taps in the whole piece-- the Reverend and his protégé want to take this nation through an economic slow-down, "just to fall in love again."
In the cannon of Al Green duets, it's not easy to be a songstress who can share the spotlight with his magnificent presence without over-playing one's cards, but Rae does just that. Onstage with a legend of relaxation, the 29-year-old proves herself patiently, casually noodling around the beat with that earthy enchantress melisma that she borrows from Erykah Badu, with all of Badu's naturalism, but none of her rigid, Billie Holiday weirdness. The lyrics drift by like mileposts on a long night's drive-- sometimes Al Green mumbles them, incoherently. When he drifts back towards yesterday's snoozy soul platitudes Rae keeps him-- and us-- from nodding off, with her avant-garde sense of rhythm and style. She's the Neo, he's the Soul.