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I can see why Spotify is essential to doing your job\u2014free streaming of selected songs for members of your audience who don\u2019t pay for music. Why don\u2019t you offer your audience that pays the option of streaming via Apple Music? After all, those who pay, especially Apple users, tend to be higher value users. \u2014 John Gitelman, Stow, Massachusetts
Since I receive very few promo CDs or DLs, Spotify is how I get to hear all the albums I don\u2019t have in my possession\u2014a tiny proportion of the total available, of course, but hundreds a month. After multiple plays I decide which ones sound good enough to review and eventually buy, preferably as physicals, because for various reasons technological, psychological, and journalistic I prefer to review physicals\u2014those I\u2019m compelled to merely download I then burn. The Spotify songs included with the CG, which play at full length for readers who are Spotify subscribers and 30 seconds for those who aren\u2019t, leaves what readers then do with these albums up to them. I hope they buy some themselves, which is why I almost never publish pre-release reviews. But I have no control over that.
Just what I\u2019ve always wanted\u2014a stupid feud between two public figures I\u2019m supposed to care about and don\u2019t. As I explained several years ago when a question alerted me to Fantano\u2019s existence, I\u2019m too busy listening to music\u2014an oldish hip-hop album that seems destined for a CG review as I write, but definitely not one by Drake, who\u2019s bored me for many years now\u2014to listen to podcasts much less album reviews much less Fantano\u2019s album reviews. Instead I read, and from what I read Drake\u2019s DMs are considerably less than hateful while his need to call attention to a reviewer he doesn\u2019t like is considerably more than stupid because it enhances the critic\u2019s fame. Fantano is right to make this point while milking Drake\u2019s attention for all it\u2019s worth. But he\u2019s not anything close to right to call correspondents he doesn\u2019t like \u201Cthirsty bitches\u201D because it\u2019s vile to use \u201Cbitch\u201D as an insult unless you\u2019re female yourself, at which point my male judgment becomes pretty much irrelevant.
Mongo wrapping up treating several beautiful suckling piglets that came down with exudative dermatitis. Mongo try new treatment for them\u2014antibiotics and Motown music. Pigs seem to respond best to music. It sure had Mongo stomping around the pens when \u201CAin\u2019t No Mountain High Enough\u201D came on. Then Mongo think this damn Jamerson sure play purty bass, and damn why don\u2019t people talk about the Funk Brothers more often? Aren\u2019t they the best band of all time that nobody know? Hell, maybe they better than the Beach Boys? Mongo try to think of better bands but nothing happens for awhile. Then he remembers some other candidates for best \u201Cunknown\u201D bands of all time. The Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section Band, the Stax house band (Booker T. & the MGs), and the Wrecking Crew (natch). And Mongo throw in one more duo because he smoke too much weed\u2014Sly and Robbie for they are multitudes in reggae. What you say? Is this silly parlor game? P.S. Mongo realized after he pressed send with meaty fingers he forgot to add the Hi Rhythm section band to his list of \u201Cunknown.\u201D Is anyone in there listening and can edit my question to add them? \u2014 Mongolfier, Pig Farm, Ohio
There are no parlor games anymore because there are no parlors. Instead there are internet timesucks, a category that includes neither your musical musings nor, I hope, my response. And for sure I\u2019ve got one. Much as I admire Sly and Robbie especially, your first impulse was your best impulse. The winner is Motown\u2019s Funk Brothers hands down, though it must be said that they benefited immeasurably from their workmates: not just world-class vocalists the Temptations, Diana Ross, Marvin Gaye, and Smokey Robinson, to reference just the top tier, but extraordinary songwriters and producers, starting with Holland-Dozier-Holland of course but much as you might want to don\u2019t forget Berry Gordy, and I could go on. In my opinion none of the others you name are quite in their league, although Hi Rhythm with Al Green on board come close and L.A.\u2019s Wrecking Crew also belongs in the mix (as indeed might the mid-\u201860s Rolling Stones). In this connection I highly recommend the 2019 Showtime documentary Hitsville: The Making of Motown, where I learned not only that drummer Benny Benjamin OD\u2019d in 1968 and that nonpareil bassist James Jamerson, whose every lick Paul McCartney committed to memory and good for him, moved to L.A. in 1972 but never found his footing there. Race couldn\u2019t have helped, although the wondrous New Orleans drummer Earl Palmer did more than OK on the same scene. Neither could alcohol: Jamerson died of cirrhosis of the liver in 1983.
I\u2019ve been benefiting from your pop-cultural optimism for nearly a half-century now, but I wonder if you share any of my current concern about the innovation slowdown (perhaps even a complete \u201Cstoppage\u201D) in pop music over the past three decades. For a good amount of recorded music\u2019s history, each decade brought a few breakthroughs unthinkable in the previous decade: Little Richard would have probably caused collective fainting-spells in the 1945 Coconut Grove, Are You Experienced? would have had people huddling in their bomb shelters in 1956, the Sex Pistols would have been placed on a mental-health watchlist in 1967, and Public Enemy\u2019s sampladelia would have caused hemorrhages on the 1975 Studio 54 dancefloor. As a post-Nevermind indie-rock agnostic and a post-Illmatic rap atheist, I don\u2019t think I\u2019ve heard any pop music in the past 30 years that would have raised a conceptual eyebrow in the summer of 1989\u2014if anyone can convince me otherwise, it\u2019s probably you. \u2014 Petra St. Mu, New York City
If you\u2019ve really become a rap atheist then you\u2019ve bowed out of the game. I mean, I have my doubts about most trap-identified contemporary hip-hop myself, but none whatsoever about Jay-Z, Eminem, pre-megalomaniac Kanye West, or Kendrick Lamar: unmistakably great and singular artists all, with many lessers making excellent and individually distinguished music in their wake, often off on the alt side (Homeboy Sandman, R.A.P. Ferreira). In alt-rock, meanwhile, the rise of the female factor has been a tremendous shot in the arm: Big Thief, Sad13, Chai, Illuminati Hotties, the Paranoid Style, Dry Cleaning, Wet Leg, I could go on, not always formally sui generis (though the first three sure are) but each markedly different and each imbued with a sense of destiny that comes out in the sound. Plus stuff that\u2019s going on in dance music that for a record nerd like me and perhaps you is too, as I like to say, site-specific, but as Beyonce likes to say is grist for the mill. Meanwhile try Phelimuncasi or DJ Maphorisa over in South Africa. Never heard anything much like \u2018em before.
Beyonce may reign supreme as today\u2019s pop queen but for the two decades between Madonna\u2019s heyday and Queen Bey, it was Britney bitch who held the throne. Your Britney reviews show Glory to be your favorite even though her earlier classics like Britney and Blackout rock much harder. And you never even reviewed her hits collection called The Essential Britney Spears which has got to be one of the great pop albums of all time. Did you miss that one when it was released in a limited edition or do you not agree it\u2019s her own personal A+ best? \u2014 Gary K, Augusta, Maine
The Essential Britney Spears is a three-CD set that came out during a twixt-CGs hiatus in 2014. I don\u2019t own it and have no desire ever to hear it; I mean, it\u2019s three CDs. As elsewhere noted, I seldom think the word \u201Cbitch\u201D is funny or cool or ironic or whatever you believe it to be in this context. I suggest abjuring it in perpetuity. [Correction: it seems to be a two-CD set. I still don\u2019t feel I need to hear it.]
Because Johnny himself was a right-winger and right-wingers lie about everything. Obviously the vast majority of punks who had politics were lefties\u2014to choose the most obvious, the Clash, the Dead Kennedys, riot grrrl, on and on and on. You are aware, right, that Joey wrote \u201CThe KKK Took My Baby Away\u201D about Johnny?
Beyonce Giselle Knowles[a] was born on September 4, 1981, in Houston to Celestine "Tina" Knowles (ne Beyonce), a hairdresser and salon owner, and Mathew Knowles, a Xerox sales manager.[21] Tina is Louisiana Creole and Mathew is African American.[22][23][24][25] Beyonc's younger sister, Solange Knowles, is also a singer and a former backup dancer for Destiny's Child. Solange and Beyonc are the first sisters to have both had number one solo albums.[26]
Beyonc's maternal grandparents, Lumis Albert Beyinc and Agnz Deron (daughter of Odilia Broussard and Eugne DeRouen),[27] were French-speaking Louisiana Creoles, with roots in New Iberia;[28][27][29] She is a descendant of Acadian militia officer Joseph Broussard, who was exiled to French Louisiana after the expulsion of the Acadians, and of the French military officer and Abenaki chief Jean-Vincent d'Abbadie, Baron de Saint-Castin.[23][30] Beyonc's fourth great-grandmother, Marie-Franoise Trahan, was born in 1774 in Bangor, located on Belle le, France. Trahan was a daughter of Acadians who had taken refuge on Belle le after the Acadian expulsion. The Estates of Brittany had divided the lands of Belle le to distribute them among 78 other Acadian families and the already settled inhabitants. The Trahan family lived on Belle le for over ten years before migrating to Louisiana, where she married a Broussard descendant.[31] Beyonc researched her ancestry and discovered that she is descended from a slave owner who married his slave.[32] Her mother is also of distant Irish, Jewish, Spanish, Chinese and Indonesian ancestry.[33][34][35][28]
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