Black Is The Color Of My True Love’s Hair – Lauryn Hill – This beautiful, powerful woman has a fine and robust voice and she can do many things with it, the one thing she fails to do is show compassion or warmth and it is effecting this Nina Simone cover, in a not entirely negative way – B+
That’s right, the cheapest ticket is $125. What world do you pay $125 to hear this hoarse nitwit perform whenever she can be bothered. Lauryn Hill is delusional and this won’t help in the slightest. Forget it refugee…
Now it is the UK’s turn to learn their lesson. A twitterer wrote: “Dear God of RNB singers, I ask that in your mercy, you speak to Lauryn Hill’s heart and make her perform ONE song normally”.
If “Black Rage” is an accidental commentary, J. Cole’s “Born Free” is an “Ohio” for a different generation and another outrage. “That there is no justice kills my soul” Cole sings (not raps) on the Michael Brown tribute, where Cole sobs somewhere between a rap and a song. It is a powerful piano ballad, and it went viral, directly hitting the mark and answering the concerns of many black people.
Imagine Dragons is very specifically a band I am interested in purely on an anthropological basis: they are as far from a band I like as possible, they are, how you say Styx like in my distaste for them though I do find their use of beats peculiar and effective
Though he was so great that time, performing Astral Weeks, performing a “Slim Slow Slider” for the ages that it might very well keep you satiated for years. Just not five years. So his show at the Theater at Madison Square Garden on Monday is more than a giving thanks, it is a benediction. Rumor has it, this may be his farewell tour. You have to hope not.
Don’t Be Shy – Cat Stevens – “Love is better than a song”? Debatable, very debatable, but if anybody can sell the concept in song it is this guy: like the cult classic movie it comes from, “Harold And Maude” it is a primer on dealing with life – A
The Walt Disney Dumbo song “Baby Of Mine” is sung by Betty Noyes and is a rarity of sorts, Thom Yorke’s song for his son “Sail to The Moon” (“maybe you’ll be President but know right from wrong”) though I’m sure if my dad had sung it to me I would have been terrified all night.
