Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Solomon Burke- We're Almost Home
Safe at home.
Heads up, There Stands the Glass readers! I received an Ion turntable for Christmas. While I was in no danger of running out of fresh material on CD, this gift will allow me to dig into my long neglected cache of vinyl.
The first album I reached for was Solomon Burke's hopelessly out-of-print We're Almost Home. I hadn't heard it in twenty years. It's possible that no one else has, either. If it wasn't for Robert Christgau's rude dismissal of the title, I'd think I had obtained some sort of private pressing. The production is pure 1972, but I kind of like those dated flourishes. And hearing Burke suggest, "You're gonna love my sweet ol' mother... I love her chicken and gravy" is priceless.
This is going to be fun.
Anyone who has tips about improving the fidelity from my new Ion is more than welcome to contact me with their suggestions. I don't mind the crackles and pops; it's the distortion that really bugs me. (I'm using EZ Audio Converter software on a Mac.)
Kansas City jazz blog Plastic Sax named Hermon Mehari as its Person of the Year.
I want two things from a year-end 2009 music list. It must be free of Animal Collective and it must force me to reappraise my assumptions and biases. (I recognize the contradiction.) A list identical to mine would be useless to me. For those reasons, the intriguing selections by Joe Caramanica of the New York Times is my favorite effort of the season. And keep in mind that I absolutely loathe his top pick.
James Gurley of Big Brother and the Holding Company died December 20. He was 69.
Kansas City Click: AZ-One play reggae Tuesday at the Levee.
I intend to celebrate New Year's Eve a night early. Weather permitting, I'll be at Knuckleheads for Hot Club of Cowtown on Wednesday.