Last night, the wife and I were talking about who sucks and who doesn’t in today’s *rock* world. I mentioned that I’d lately been digging The National, and she confessed they’d never really done it for her. I seconded the emotion, but suggested she maybe check out their latest offering, Boxer. I’d call a "grower." It occasionally sounds like Nebraska-era Springteen jamming with Lambchop — which may or may not be a selling point.
Here’s a tune from the album. It’s available on iTunes and e-Music, or at your local record store (if you still have one of those):
You can stream the whole thing at their MySpace site.
But let’s head in another direction, shall we?
Most folks know Betty Davis (if they know her at all) as Miles Davis‘ second wife. Legend has it she was the one to pull him out of black-tie jazz and send him spiraling into the outer reaches of Afro-centric space funk. If it weren’t for her, he may never have been hipped to Sly & the Family Stone and Jimi Hendrix. For that alone, she deserves respect. But BD was a powerful musical figure in her own right. She released two LPs in the 1970s, Betty Davis and They Say I’m Different, both of which were commercial flops. Each was plainly ahead of its time, with Funkadelic-esque rock/soul and bold declarations of female sexual empowerment. People were simply not ready, I guess. And they’re probably still not.
Here’s one from They Say I’m Different. It, too, is available on iTunes and e-Music. Nehru jacket not included:
Wonder if it’s about Miles or Hendrix. Either way, it’s great summer music.
Oh, and happy fucking birthday to me!