I usually do all politics and law all the time, but its Sunday and my kid graduated from college today, so lighter fare is in order.
Said son has always said that I have a weakness for "quirky chick singers." The best is, of course, Beth Hart who sounds like Janis Joplin would have had she lived and gotten to be really good. That this woman is not a huge star is an indictment of the collective taste. Here's a sample:
One of my favorites in the Beth ouvre is a song called Skin apparently written about Hart's sister who died of AIDS. This video is unpolished but you get a sense of it:
For a guy who's into complicating things, I like the simple expression of human need. If I bow my head down to the ground, "will you heal my skin?" - the most apparent and creaturely part of me. I am not skin deep but please start there. Can I ask for at least that much?
The song ends by asking for "soley" delivery. Whatever that may be.
I'll return to the blog wars later.