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  • We’re Soul Alone…And Soul Really Matters To Me

    Holy crap, did I not post on Valentine’s Day? Ah well, the holiday sucks anyway.

    Hmmm…there’s no good segue there. Lemme start over.
    I spent all of last week exhibiting at a trade show in Vegas (don’t get excited, it was work work work…then again, that might be a good thing considering I made it through the week with only limited financial losses), and one night at dinner with my direct supervisor and her supervisor, the topic of music came up (as it often will when the attendees all work in the music biz), and one of us brought up two of the most underappreciated names in popular music:
    Daryl Hall and John Oates.
    If you’re under a certain age, you probably don’t know who the hell I’m talking about.
    If you’re over a certain age, you are either nodding your head in approval or you’re just about to go into your favorites and click on another site, because you’re so “cool” that the thought of anyone having anything positive to say about Hall & Oates makes you retch. That’s okay. Go on to Pitchfork and read all the articles from people who enjoy mainstream music ironically.
    Someone (I think it may have been Boy George) once said that it was more difficult to make music that millions of people can appreciate than it was to make something that a selected few “with it” people can enjoy and the mass public kinda scratches their head at (I’m paraphrasing wildly here, just so you know). For a few years, no one made earworms like Hall & Oates. The pop kids loved ’em, the soul kids loved ’em, even the hard rockers and the new wavers dug ’em on occasion. Even if you turn your nose up at the notion of digging some H2O, I bet you know the chorus to at least five of their songs.
    As a product of the “Solid Gold”/”American Top 40” generation, it seemed like Daryl & John were inescapable for a minute. They were an oil-and-water duo from Philly. Oates was swarthy, short and mustachioed. Hall was blond, tall and pretty. He also had one hell of a voice (many consider him to be the best blue-eyed soul singer in history…I rank him up there with Van Morrison and Michael McDonald). While I don’t know that any of their albums are indispensable (and this will be the point where I admit that I own…counting…8 of their studio works in addition to two Daryl Hall solo albums), you should at the bare minimum own one of the several Hall & Oates singles compilations on the market (my vote is for the 2-disc “Essential” set).
    Check out a short live clip of “Sara Smile” here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=U7Hducs6pdI
    Over the course of a career that’s spanned some thirty-five years, Daryl & John have proven themselves adept at everything from slow-grooving balladry (“Sara Smile”) to power pop (“Kiss On My List”) to folk-y harmony ballads (“She’s Gone”). Along the way, they courted controversy with one of the gayest album covers in musical history (I remember Hall saying in an interview that even if he was gay, Oates wasn’t his type), they got the word “bitch” all the way to #1 on the pop charts way back in 1977 (“Rich Girl”), they inspired Michael Jackson’s best song (I’ll wait while you listen to the bassline of “I Can’t Go For That (No Can Do)” and then listen to the bassline of “Billie Jean”), they gave Paul Young his biggest hit (“Everytime You Go Away”), created a song that makes an extended basketball metaphor sound incredibly sexy (“One On One”), made one of the 80s best Christmas songs and videos (“Jingle Bell Rock”), worked with everyone from Todd Rundgren and Robert Fripp to Mariah Carey and Bon Jovi, chipped in to Wu-Tang Clan’s most recognizable hit (“Method Man” borrows a portion of it’s chorus from 1984’s “Method Of Modern Love”-a song that had strong hip-hop elements long before any pop artists, white or black were making concessions to rap music) and made urban-radio airwaves safe for everyone from Madonna to George Michael. Although their primary genre was pop, they by no means played it safe. Their Seventies albums are extremely eclectic, featuring everything from country-folk to disco to avant-rock, and as stated before, they jumped aboard the hip-hop train pretty early.
    http://youtube.com/watch?v=vouDK-LELEU (“I Can’t Go For That”-one of the Eighties best songs, period)
    Despite a handful of offenses (Oates titling his solo album “Phunk Shui”, an irredeemable cover of “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling”), Daryl and John are still out there touring every summer, even as they both approach 60, playing to the fans that have been there from jump street, as well as their kids and grandkids at this point (we can thank newer bands like Gym Class Heroes for recognizing the duo’s brilliance and keeping their name alive).
    Not just a great 80s band, not just a great pop band but one of the best singles acts in musical history, we salute you, Hall & Oates. Your musical kisses will forever be on our list.
    The Essential Hall & Oates Mixtape:
    “Sara Smile” (from Daryl Hall & John Oates, 1975)
    “Grounds for Separation (from Daryl Hall & John Oates, 1975)
    “Do What You Want, Be What You Are” (from Bigger Than Both of Us, 1976)
    “Rich Girl” (from Bigger Than Both of Us, 1976)
    “Melody for a Memory” (from Along the Red Ledge, 1978)
    “Have I Been Away Too Long” (from Along the Red Ledge, 1978)
    “I Can’t Go For That (No Can Do)” (from Private Eyes, 1981)
    “Your Imagination” (from Private Eyes, 1981)
    “Maneater” (from H2O, 1982)
    “Open All Night” (from H2O, 1982)
    “Family Man” (from H2O, 1982)
    “One On One (12” Remix) (originally 1982, appears on “The Ballads Collection”)
    “Say It Isn’t So” (from Rock ‘n Soul Part 1, 1983)
    “Out of Touch” (from Big Bam Boom, 1984)
    “Someone Like You” (from Hall’s solo album “Three Hearts in the Happy Ending Machine, 1986)
    “Everything Your Heart Desires” (from Ooh Yeah!, 1988)
    http://youtube.com/watch?v=Z30Nwiju-1Y (I’d love to find this mix somewhere)
    “So Close” (from Change of Season, 1990: co-written by Jon Bon Jovi!!)
    “Don’t Hold Back Your Love” (from Change of Season, 1990)
    “She Got Me Bad” (from Do it for Love, 2003)
    “Love T.K.O.” (from Our Kind of Soul, 2005)
  • "Thriller 25": The Funk Of 40,000 Years

    If you listen to pop radio in 2008, you’ve gotta be a Michael Jackson fan. Why? Because if the popular songs of the day don’t sound like Prince, they sound like Michael. Aside from mentioning outright thieves of his look and his sound like Usher, Justin Timberlake and Ne-Yo, everyone from Britney and Beyonce to Jay-Z (“American Gangster has more MJ shout outs than any record I’d ever had) and Fall Out Boy (the rock band who hired soul man and MJ disciple Kenny “Babyface” Edmonds to produce their latest CD) owe The King of Pop a debt of gratitude.
    I could go into more detail about what makes “Thriller” such an iconic album (and a good one, too!!): but you might as well just read this: http://www.popmatters.com/pm/music/reviews/53802/michael-jackson-thriller-25/
    I wrote it, anyway.
    For a list of today’s new releases (besides “Thriller”) go here:
  • Grammys 2008: Really?!? Herbie Hancock?!?!

    So, I braved the NYC elements (it’s 17 degrees over there), hopped on a plane West, checked into my hotel and cleared up some work so I could be back in my hotel room to view the 50th Annual Grammy Awards in their entirety. Considering I shut it off before it even finished, color me a little underwhelmed by a show (and a voting committee) that has gotten better than they were, but still leads all award shows in WTF decisions?

    First of all, I was a little upset by what didn’t happen at the show. A rumored Michael Jackson performance commemorating the 25th Anniversary of “Thriller” didn’t happen (presumably because Michael refused to perform unless he received some kind of award), and an expected fireworks fest between Aretha Franklin & Mary J. Blige didn’t happen due to Mary somehow not appearing on the show (despite wearing two Grammys last night). Not sure what happened, but it’s possible Aretha (who’s back to looking like a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day float after losing a pretty decent amount of weight) ate her.

    The highlights were expected. No one that I didn’t expect to wow me already wowed me. Those “wow” moments? Kanye West’s futuristic performance of “Stronger” with Daft Punk followed by an emotional performance of “Hey Mama” that proved dude could potentially have a singing career as well, and Amy Winehouse’s excellent medley of “You Know I’m No Good” and the now completely ironic “Rehab”. Both also had the best acceptance speeches of the night. Winehouse was quite overwhelmed (and bringing her parents on stage with her was a nice touch), and West was deservedly surly as he started to get played off the stage in the middle of his speech. Vince Gill and Prince also provided chuckles (Prince DOES have a sense of humor) with subtle knocks on Kanye and Sinatra, respectively.

    Everything else was just kind of standard and boring, honestly. I hereby pronounce a future ban on all Beatles tribute unless John and George come back from the dead. I hereby pronounce a moratorium on ANY performances of “No One” by Alicia Keys (who performed the same song on the VMAs in September and the AMAs in November). I fell asleep during the performance by Lang Lang and Herbie Hancock. Musical virtuosity is great, folks. Now try to give us some excitement, k?

    While it was nice to see The Time together, I grinned at the irony of the band playing the instruments on “Jungle Love”, a song that no Time member (except guitarist Jesse Johnson and Morris Day) played on individually. Not to mention the fact that I thought Morris and co-performer Rihanna had no chemistry whatsoever. Ditto for Beyonce and 69-year old Tina Turner, although Tina surprised me by performing with the energy of a woman 1/3 her age.

    My personal biggest offense was this. Since the Grammys appeared on tape delay here at West, I decided to fight temptation and not check any news sites for a winners list. Curiosity got the best of me and I finally broke down and went to cnn.com, where I saw a picture of Herbie Hancock’s grinning mug accompanied by the words “Album Of The Year”. Don’t get me wrong, I dig Herbie Hancock. Although I’ve only heard parts of the winning album, “River” (a Joni Mitchell tribute), I don’t think it’s bad. Besides, how can you be mad at someone who played with Miles Davis? Still, though, in light of excellent albums by West and Winehouse being nominated, the night’s major prize went to the height of fuddy-duddyness, highlighting a problem that’s been Grammy’s Achilles heel for as long as I can remember.

    If you want to bring this show into the 21st century and resonate with music listeners today, it might be time to stop making this show a back-slapping fest for record executives and older artists (especially in light of slumping music sales), and figure out some way to get the voting and nominating committees a little more in step with the times.

    I had high hopes for this show, but in the end, the Grammys turned out to be just another tired award show, and this year’s show was one of the most boring ones I’ve ever had the misfortune to watch.