Back when “world music” was a thing (anybody here old enough to remember that?), the RealWorld label (anybody remember them?) put out a sampler compilation of music from around the globe. My favorite track by far was the one by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. It was a 14-minute chanted prayer, repeated over and over at increasing speed. In other words: Awesome.
Last night Marcia and I went to a show of Latin/flamenco interpretations of Monk, which was awesome. That prompted me to dig up an old Monk tribute CD, which is also awesome. That CD introduced me to (top 3 all-time favorite, always-awesome) Carla Bley. It also contains tracks by NRBQ. Which is a long way of saying, I don’t know much about NRBQ, but clearly they are awesome.
Well, he was certainly big, and I would say that getting shot makes a good case for being notorious. Bonus points for sampling Diana Ross’s unintentional gay anthem “I’m Coming Out” in his biggest (no pun intended) hit.
While their rock sisters were, uh … angry … female R&B acts in the 90s turned out some of sweetest, silkiest music since the Philly Soul days. While the sound seems best suited for love ballands, many of the songs were, inexplicably, about having a job and/or paying bills. Also: Many acts with three-letter names.
By the time the 90s rolled around, women in rock had come a long way from “Going to the Chapel” and “Be My Baby.” And, you know—yay for girl power and all that—but on balance, I’d probably rather have lunch with the Chiffons.
When I first heard that there was a #1 song called “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” I figured it was a novelty tune along the lines of “Oh Mickey you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind” or Alvin and the Chipmunks. Then I actually heard the song. Um … wrong.
“Mississippi Goddam” gets my vote for greatest song of all time. Nina Simone also gets my vote for “person you would not want to cross.”