This might knock me down a few more cred pegs, but I’d rather listen to early-period Jackson 5 than late-period Michael Jackson any day. On the other hand, I’d rather listen to … well, almost anything … than the “Michael’s-McCartney-duets-were-big hits-so-let’s-bring-in-another-aging-white-British-rock-legend-from-the-60s” Jagger collaboration “State of Shock.”
In the 2000s, Ron (I think) Isley did a weird/creepy duet with R. Kelly where (I think) Isley was the jilted lover, and Kelly was the guy fooling around with Isley’s girlfriend. I’m pretty sure there was a mention of a gun, and I believe they even made a sequel. I vote we pretend the whole thing never happened and listen to “Shout” or “It’s Your Thing” one more time. Also: Lots of songs with parts.
In the history of cool, there’s cool, and then there’s Isaac Hayes. In the history of gold chains, there’s gold chains, then 80s rappers, and then Isaac Hayes. And in the history of songs with really long spoken word introductions, Isaac Hayes stands alone. Plus (for you younger folks out there): Chef.
Here’s where I really lost my gay membership card. When my friends and I used to go out regularly (roughly a million years ago), the clubs all played hip-hop and funk. Loved it. After a couple of years, they all switched to house. Hated it. Which is a bit ironic, given my teen love of disco and how closely the two styles are related. On the other hand, I never said I was consistent.
“Song for My Father” is one of those landmark songs that everybody knows, even if they don’t know what it’s called or who it’s by. If either of my sons ever writes a song for me (hint), I hope … well, actually I don’t care if it becomes popular. It would just be nice.
Herbie Hancock’s Joni Mitchell cover album, River: The Joni Letters, won the Album of the Year Grammy in 2008 and went to #5 on the Billboard 200. It was his highest-charting album ever, and higher than any actual Joni Mitchell album in over 30 years. Which doesn’t have a whole lot to do with anything, except I like to mention Joni Mitchell as often as possible in these posts. (Hancock also did a Gershwin cover album where Joni sings an absolutely amazing version of “The Man I Love.” For the record, he has also recorded about 1,000 albums that have nothing to do with Mitchell.)
My friend Marcy, a big metal-head, was furious the year that Jethro Tull won the Grammy for best heavy metal group back in the late 80s. “Jethro Tull? NOT! METAL!” she shouted to anyone who would listen. I don’t know much about metal, but I’m pretty sure that any group that has flute as a lead instrument doesn’t qualify.
Day-O!! Da-a-a-ay-O!! I bet people bust that out all the time when they run into Harry Belafonte. I bet Harry Belafonte is really sick of people doing that.
I don’t really listen to—or even know much about—country music. But if I did, I might listen to Hank Williams. He looks like Bing Crosby’s dapper country cousin, but he was one of the original members of the “live fast, die young” set (decades before Hendrix, Morrison, Joplin, etc.). Looks can be deceiving.