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JK: I know: Spotify gives you everything, so this question is no longer relevant. But... Desert Island Disks: your choices
I screened the documentary movie Mavis! lead singer of her family group, The Staple Singers.
Predicting the future is fraught with difficulty in the rapidly changing, competitive marketplace of American religion. But the prospects for a turnaround in mainline Protestantism are growing fainter as the movement enters its second half-century of precipitous decline.
The man I once viewed as "the strongest daddy in da' world" was now too weak to defend himself against the young dope boys in the community. Overnight he became less entertaining. His jokes became irritating. His singing and dancing morphed into buffoonery. He could do no right in my eyes.
When in love with the old but exploring the new, Brooklyn Native Charles Perry is a dream-find. His voice is the perfect combination of smooth and raspy, and he definitely croons like all of your old favorites.
It's not about "political correctness" (in the context of current Mississippi politics, supporting the inclusion of the Rebel standard on the state flag is the politically "correct" thing to do). It's about moral correctness; it's about historical correctness; it's about common decency.
To my regret, I never got to know Allen Klein. Nevertheless, I enjoyed an up-and-down relationship with -- as Fred Goodman describes him in his fascinating new book -- Allen Klein: The Man Who Bailed Out The Beatles, Made The Rolling Stones, and Transformed Rock and Roll.
Elliot Horne, whose clock sadly stopped in 1989 when he was 67, was an 18-carat cat. He didn't have boatloads of biz juice and wasn't a major breadmaker. But he was a sweet scratcher with Cornynesque language chops and a Lundvallian devotion to jazz.
When I was growing up, my three best girlfriends were Diana, Mary, and Flo--and if you don't know whom I'm talking about, please stop reading now. Diana Ross, Mary Wilson, and Florence Ballard were the original Supremes, the dream girls of Motown.
Of the many tributes to Billie Holiday's 100th birthday today (April 7), the most compelling I've heard is Cassandra Wilson's Sony Legacy album Coming Forth By Day, a strange, atmospheric brew produced by Nick Launay (whose credits include music by Nick Cave and Arcade Fire) with shimmering string arrangements by the incomparable Van Dyke Parks.
As a Connecticut Yankee born and bred -- or perhaps I should say born and white-bread, which is how most people think of Connecticut Yankees -- I have always loved history, not just because I am old enough to be historical myself, but because I could never do algebra.
"Now he belongs to the ages," was my first thought when I got the call that my friend Andraé Crouch had succumbed to the heart attack that felled him the week before. As grandiose as it may sound, he was a musical giant who may one day be fully appreciated in death in ways that sometimes eluded him in life.
Weird Al has two releases coming up--a twenty-fifth anniversary edition of UHF and also The Compleat Al. Here he explains why there's the sudden Al-Fest.
Then I go to my brother And I say, "Brother, help me please" But he winds up knockin' me Back down on my knees It's been
On the surface, "A Change is Gonna Come" doesn't sound particularly challenging, especially in light of the defiant freedom songs that rocked the movement in 1964. It quickly became one of the anthems of the movement and music historian Dave Marsh said that "A Change is Gonna Come" "ranks with Martin Luther King's best speeches as a verbal encapsulation of the changes black perspective underwent in the Sixties."
Beating ISIS on the battleground could prove inconclusive, even counterproductive, if its dogma is not de-legitimized. This cannot be done by the gun but the law and a political system that offers an alternative to the rule of might.
The distance from Nottingham, England to New York City's Central Park is roughly 3,383 miles. As with many UK born artists, the time zones and ocean divide hasn't prevented singer-songwriter Liam Bailey from making himself at home within the American convention of blues and rock and roll.
Call her crazy, but my mom says that the second I heard the opening notes of Billie's recording, I leapt over the walls of my crib, landed squarely on the piano bench and welcomed my new sister into the world by playing along and harmonizing with every line.