Friday, August 12, 2011

ROD

Pic via HC
What did you think I was going for? 

Love him or hate him, Rod Stewart is one of the best selling artists of time. If you, like me, were born after 1975, you wouldn't know that Ol' Roderick used to wail with the best of them in one of the hardest rocking, hardest partying bands England has known, Faces. Before his catalog became saturated with 80's Soundtrack Ballads and he started trying to bang everybody's Mom (and getting his haircut like them too); he was touring the world in his wrestling-style leotard, blacking out, eating grapes and ruining entire towns of women.

In listening to him as a lead singer I really got to separate him from his reputation and hear how good of a frontman he actually is. Despite his enshrinement in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, his voice projects a gritty timbre that certainly came from the early years of RnB and singers like Otis Redding. Maybe it came from his early days digging graves, but Rod Stewart's soulful sound ranks up there with the best of them.
In Rod We Trust
Rod Stewart & Faces - Miss Judy's Farm

Thursday, August 11, 2011

So Help Me

Get your funk on with this great 1969 jam by little known songstress Joyce Jones off the old timey ATCO label. Help me close out the week tomorrow, if you've been following along, you already be able to guess what's in store.

Sidebar: I'm pretty sure this album cover takes place directly outside my office. I'm positive the chick in the Che Shirt gave me a look on my way in this morning.

Joyce Jones - Help Me Make Up My Mind

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Nothing But The Truth

I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama’s little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now

I’ve had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
It’s money for dope
Money for rope

Ah, I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

Nothing I can say can follow the genius of this man, and THAT is the truth.

John Lennon - Gimme Some Truth

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

The Whole Truth


Turning yesterday's song into an impromptu theme, here's another Truth from Queens Native, Pharoahe Monch featuring Brooklynite Talib Kweli and Chi-town boy Common. Can you handle it?

Pharoahe Monch w/ Talib Kweli & Common - The Truth

Monday, August 8, 2011

The Truth

Today we return to an #EDAS tradition, Rasta Mon-Day. Let's start this week off right with some vibes from the GFOR (Godfather of Rocksteady), Alton Ellis.
The Godfather Himself, Alton Ellis
Nowadays when I tell someone about Alton, I introduce him as "possibly the greatest singer in the history of the world."

Do you agree? He seems to think it's true.

Alton Ellis - It's True