Welcome! How exciting that we can go on this journey together. I tend to write in free form thought, so I'll tend to post on just about anything that strikes my fancy - life in the Midwest for a Cali Gal, culture, politics, history, opinion, entertainment... Basically, life. Grand, ain't it?
What's In A Label?
The other day, I was thinking about Jaime Cullum, a fabulous young artist who does kick ass covers of standards as well as his own original material. I've been a fan since I heard him on NPR a few years ago. Jaime's pretty awesome and I can't wait to finally see him in person - tearing up his piano on the stage. I happened to mention the talented twenty-something to a friend who remarked, "isn't he on.....?" some label. I had to admit that I indeed, had no idea from what label the two albums of his I own were minted. As a matter of fact, when I thought about it, I had no idea on what labels artists in my own iPod released their albums under. It occurred to me that record companies have lost their identity and therefore, their relevance.
Just think, remember back in the day - the association between the artist and the label was strong. Remember record labels like this?
Or how about this?
I still have strong memories connected to the album, "Let It Be" that my Mom's friend, Jo had in her apartment in the Jungle. While they chatted away, talking about grown up stuff, I'd play the record over and over again. In my young mind, the Beatles were Apple and Apple was the Beatles.
And Aretha was Atlantic. Billy Joel was Columbia. Duran Duran was Capitol.
But today? Who the heck knows? What label is Beyonce on? Do I care? Not really. I could not care less if any of the labels goes under. They don't seem to stand for anything - like Casablanca was disco central (does the Village People ring a bell?). Speaking of Casablanca, I saw Donna Summer in concert last night and she was great. She did a lot of oldies, including "Enough Is Enough", sans Barbra (a back up singer stepped in quite nicely). She also did a few cuts from her new album, Crayons, that were very nice. I especially liked the track, "Sand on my Feet".
In my mind, Donna is Casablanca and Casablanca is Donna. But that was Yesterday. On Apple. And remember, I love you just the way you were, Columbia.
So I am getting old. We all do. And it's true, time seems to fly by. I don't know how it happened, but I'm glad to have the memories. Where I feel age most is music. You know, the day you don't know any of the currently popular tracks, you're old. I fancy myself a pretty good arbiter of good music, so I am ashamed to admit that I missed this genius. Yup, I'm calling it. I'm late. Clarence Greenwood, aka Citizen Cope, has been around for ages. The above with Eric Clapton (Eric Clapton?!) is from 2010! How did I not know about him? I didn't know. My husband didn't know. Most people didn't know. That needs to change. He's good. His music is good. And he's got a fab life partner - Alice Smith.
So, my mission is let as many people as possible know about him. He should be a thing. And so should Alice.
For the record, Roy Moore does not deserve to serve in the U.S. Senate because he is a fool and charlatan who does not respect the Constitution - except for the 2nd Amendment (is that surprising?). He is a disgraced, former jurist.
And he appears to be a serial sexual predator of young women. That first statement should be in the nail in his political office coffin. And the second should be the dirt on that coffin, but it's not. And that's a shame. A clear pattern has been established and verified. For many on the right side of the aisle, the evidence, the statements of the women are not enough. I get the political reasons why Republicans don't want to lose a Senate seat. But at what cost? The cost of their souls. History will not be kind to them on many levels.