Recently Dick Valentine reintroduced me to the Tracy Chapman song Fast Car.
Valentine’s version of Fast Car is definitely his own, but it shares the same intrinsic, smoldering intensity that Chapman’s original did. Both versions are so heartfelt and authentic that they refused to be ignored. They are so honest that they are sad. You need to know both, trust me.
Towards a more just vinyl experience
Here is a 9-point plan that The Government plans to introduce on how to create a better, more inclusive, sustainable, and clear record listening experience for all, at least insofar as it relates to turning over those groovy discs during the listening experience.
My good friend Mark Seabrook from Melbourne, Australia is a man of many talents. One of them is being an acclaimed artist. His award-winning work has been on display in many galleries. You can check out his Art Slightly Left of Centre online, and to conjure the chutzpah of Mr. T, “I pity the fool who doesn’t.”
I took Mark’s picture and altered it using Word and IrfanView, then putting the images together as a collage using the online tool befunky.
“Do you like good music?” is a question that resonates more than 50 years after Sam Cooke, Arthur Conley, and Otis Redding first asked it in 1967. “Yeah, Yeah!”, has always been my unequivocal answer, but like natural resources, it seems rarer and rarer to find these days. So, I must continue my Covid thank you series with a heartfelt Thank You to my friend James Cheney for introducing me to the band Dry Cleaning.