11.24.2008

My Dad is cooler than Your Dad



Oh, Ricky Nelson. You used to be a heartthrob, back when that meant something. Yes, you had your version of Youth Rock. Very white, very innocent, very fun.



Download "There's Good Rockin' Tonight" by Ricky Nelson

Charmed all the ladies, you did. But then, at some point, you gave birth to the Nelson Twins.



But these things happen; I forgive you, Ricky Nelson. (But I will not forget.)
Ricky Nelson is about to find his way from Rock'n'Roll Heaven, to one of my Mix CDs. (this is only a small step down, because my mixes are rather fantastic*-, oh but you knew that, didn't you, Ricky Nelson?!)

The mix will be called "AMX", after a very special muscle car that MY DAD has. This is why my Pops is cooler than your pops (I didn't even capitalize your pops- that is how much cooler mine is than yours!). My Dad is restoring this badass, boss motorized vehicle.
I am pretty sure that the lovely women of Quentin Tarantino's DEATHPROOF talked about this car.
Thus, the mix will be Tarantino-movie-soundtrack themed. I will have oldies rock (witness Ricky Nelson, above), semi-obscure soul, and some sort of hip-hop or other. This will cover the well-loved soundtracks of Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, and Kill Bill. So far, I am considering Jerry Butler, Ricky, and something from the RZA- all of which I ripped recently**. Also going to put the original version of "(Bang Bang) My Baby Shot Me Down" on there; written by Sonny Bono (!) and thus recorded by Cher (!). Probably going to put "Leader of the Pack" on there, for some explicit "DEATH PROOF" references. Yes, "referencing" will be key, since that is 88% of what Quentin Tarantino does.

Here's another little gem by Ricky "I <3 you!" Nelson:


* If you are wondering how to download one of my various mixes, just click its link, obv, but you'll also need a program that unzips file packs.
EASY!:
WinZip, which lots of computers come equipped with, will do the job. I use WinRar, because it is free to download ('trial', but won't stop working if you don't buy it...) and works swell.

** Just so you know, all my posts tagged "Archive Fever" have songs that I ripped from vinyl. That means they are old, and topnotch. They are good enough, you see, that I took the time to painstakingly record them from vinyl records to my computer. Likewise, all posts tagged "track listing" are mixes that I've made; you'll want to download them all, of course, now that you can unzip them.....

Here's a picture of an AMX, doin' what AMXs do....

11.13.2008

Don't Knock my Coccyx

A friend of mine fell off a scooter. She's okay, but she did injure her
coccyx.
It's not funny.
Also not funny is how good Wilson Pickett is.



R I G H T ?? !! ?? (I tell you, I am not one bit joking when I say: my grandfather has the exact same suit. He wore it to my high school graduation, and damn, if he didn't look sharp.)

This is an album I picked up a while ago. Again, it came from the Second Mile thrift; not too surprising, since the album before this one was called "Wilson Pickett in Philadelphia" (it was produced here by Gamble and Huff). That probably helped him gain a little more regional recognition.
"Don't Knock My Love", on the other hand, took him back to his ruts (that's "roots", pronounced Southern Style) - it was produced at the famous Muscle Shoals Studios.

When I first put on this record, I'll admit that I thought it a little slick.
I don't know what the hell I was thinking, because it's in fact more than a lil' gritty. Maybe it was the suit that threw me (the suit above, obviously: that's the cover of the record of which I speak). Well, as Wilson himself told me, You Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover.mp3 (download).

Stream it here, if ya'd rather:


I think I was washing dishes, so maybe I wasn't really listening actively. (maybe it should've been LOUDER? right: it should ALWAYS be LOUDER!)

It (now) reminds me of a snippet of Leigh's and my conversation about the Staple Singers, Stax, etc VS The Supremes and Motown records.
This Wilson Pickett record would fall on the former side: south-y, bigger and looser. The Supremes, Mssr Gaye, etc. have a citified sound, slicker and much more poppy.

This record (and, in general, Muscle Shoals, Stax et al) is more elemental: it's got some of earth in it; it's got some Fire and Water (download mp3) in it:




Yeah, your man Wilson Pickett is not citified: he's country. He's country like Otis "Tramp" Redding. I'll post that song - a funny and funky duet with Carla Thomas- sometime too, but you gotta wait...
Here, to tide you over, is a picture of Otis Redding, approved by your own United States Gov't:


oh hey my wait: it's a TRAMP STAMP!!!! AHAHAAHAahaha aHahhaHAh HAHhaHah ahahaha!

10.30.2008

Futurist Revelations - the Second (secular) Coming - Be Thankful!

Yeeeeuh... another mix, matched so mean! This one is the originally planned mix for The Second (Secular) Coming: this one deals not with my colossal narcissism, but rather with the purity of spirit which is my Divinity Proper.
HELL YES!

Link it up : The Second (Secular) Coming.zip

As a mix, it moves from slow-burning but intense/driven (1-3), to sprawling dirty grandeur (4-5), quietism without passivity (6-8), a darkness (9-11) pefiguring The End and Resurrection (12-13). Quite a history here...


Here is the cast of characters, in the order in which you ought to listen to them:
1 Eternity Is Here *The Gun Club* Danse Kalinda Boom
2 Coded Language *Krust (Featuring Saul Williams)* Coded Language
3 The Prophet *The Make-Up* Untouchable Sound—Live
4 Revelations *Panthers* The Trick
5 Dead Souls *Joy Division* Permanent
6 My Body Is A Cage *The Arcade Fire* Neon Bible
7 City Of Refuge [Acoustic Version] *Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds* B-Sides And Rarities Volume I
8 Be Thankful For What You've Got (orignially by Devaughn - live cover) *Yo La Tengo*
9 Death To Everyone *Bonnie "Prince" Billy* I See A Darkness
10 Share the Fall *Roni Size and Reprazent (Grooverider's RMX)*
11 I Swear *Tulipomania*
12 Back *Alpha* Come From Heaven
13 I Am The Resurrection *The Stone Roses* The Complete Stone Roses

DOWNLOAD : The Second (Secular) Coming.zip


Share the Fall- sparse and epic. Like Fitzgerald, as 'read to me' (i.e. quoted) by Deleuze:
"twilight on a deserted range, with an empty rifle in my hands and the targets down. No problem set — simply a silence with only the sound of my own breathing." The sound of a faraway, lifeless planet: it bakes during the day and it freezes at night.

Body is a Cage: Church organs, giving the grand sweep, the operatic heights, appropriate to the Declaration of Divinity.


Eternity is Here: Once started, this song begins to instantly, insistently proclaim itself. Whipcrack drums, plaintive guitars. Its insistence is almost a prosyletizing.

Death to Everyone: see the cover for a picture of the aforementioned planet.



Lyrically, this songs does this:
"Stars turn, balls burn / Coming kids are raging

Death to everyone is gonna come / And it makes hosing much more fun"

"So strap me on and raise me high / Cause buddy I'm not afraid to die
But life is long and it's tremendous / And we're glad that you're here with us".

Dead Souls- Joy Division made this song, which later was covered by NIN (on "The Crow" Soundtrack). You know what this one sounds like. It sounds like JoyDiv, so how could it not go on a mix about the Second (secular) Coming?:
Ian Curtis died by his own hand (as did Jesus- well, His Dad asked Him to die, and He consented - since He is, in a mysterious but essential fashion, His own father. He consented to His own death: that is, He is a suicide),
and the Crow character COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD to avenge wrongs done him. And what is Divine Justice if not supernaturally aided punishment of the wicked?

DOWNLOAD : The Second (Secular) Coming.zip

Back- Alpha is always slept on: I told you this already. Some fantastic male crooning here; you'd do well to check it out if you like Rufus Wainwright, or the more sedate Morrissey even. This song has a hazy quality: incense floating through a still afternoon.
But In A Barn.
A barn with a record player. And records (for sampling): old ones, very scratchy and mellowed with age.

I = Resurrection- Manchester Madchester : Woodblock like the cowbell in a Will Ferrel SNL skit. "I put my raver-sized corduroy pants on the same way you do, mate: except when I put on my pants, I make GOLD RECORDS!" (cue laugh track)
(please?).

Coded Language - Man, when this one breaks, it B R E A K S out for real. Massive world consuming clattering drums. Some lyrics (By the great poet Saul Williams):
"Motherfuckers better realize, now is the time to self-actualize.
We have found evidence that hip hop's standard 85 rpm, when increased by a number of at least half the rate of it's standard, or decreased at a third of its speed, may be a determining factor in heightening consciousness.
[somehow, he is actually rapping all these words -
- believe, brudda, It Works]
Thus, in the name of:
Robeson, God's son, Hurston, Ahkenaton, Khalo, Kali, Whitman, Baldwin, Ghandi, Gibran, Shabazz, Hamer, Holiday, Davis, Coltrane, Morrison, Joplin, Gaye, Hathoway, Nostradamus, Nefertiti, Shiva, Ganesha, Yemaja, Kennedy, King, four little girls, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Marley, Cosby, Shakur, Those Still Aflamed, and the countless unnamed!"


By this point of the song, trust me, we are all aflamed. Lit up by millenia of song and millenia of thought, all compressed into (the Coded Language of) quantized drums. INTENSE.

DOWNLOAD : The Second (Secular) Coming.zip

Be Thankful- a mellow little interpretation of the ol' soul-ish/reggae-ish classic. Be Thankful that I put this on there. (You might even snap your fingers during it!) Yo La Tengo is supremely good at covers- get into it and see what I mean...

Revelations- Panthers started out super-Futurist, very much in the vain of !Nation of Ulysses!. The Kids wanted their revolution, by gum, and they were going to knock on the squares until they got one. Now, Panthers seems more gripped by the ennui of being a hipster who knows that he's a hipster, and who also knows what this means: they have become nearly paralyzed by awareness of self-awareness. But the music hasn't frozen - oh no - they have moved away from any formulaic punk and added that rad heavy stoner drone psych grind that the Kids these day like so well: more Black Sabbath and less !Nation!. It's a good mix- heavy, but still with momentum/propulsion.

DOWNLOAD : The Second (Secular) Coming.zip

DEATH TO ALL KINGS
LONG LIVE THE PRINCE OF PRINCES

10.13.2008

Narcissistic Revelations

Or, NarciCHRIStic RevelAWESOMEs. Take your pick.
In a former post, I revealed to you my divinity. (It was of world-historical import. But trans-historical, too.)

As was said about me in Oscar Wilde's 'Salome', "When he cometh the solitary places shall be glad. They shall blossom like the rose. The eyes of the blind shall see the day, and the ears of the deaf shall be opened. The sucking child shall put his hand upon the dragon's lair, he shall lead the lions by their manes."



Here are some of the first fruits of my new rule over man and beast.

A MIX! (the opening of ears!)

NarciCHRIStic RevelAWESOME.zip

TRACKLISTING =--=


I Wanna Be Adored>> The Stone Roses>> The Complete Stone Roses

I Am Pentagon>> The Make-Up>> Untouchable Sound—Live

New Morning>> Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds>> Tender Prey

More Than This>> Bryan Ferry & Roxy Music>> Street Life

(It Will Have To Do) Until The Real Thing Comes Along>> Wibert Harrison>> An Introduction To Wilbert Harrison

Didn't I>> The Delphonics>> WIBG 99

I Am Mister Big Stuff>> Jimmy Hicks

Me Myself And I>> De La Soul>> 3 Feet High And Rising

9 Lashes (When Michael Smacks Lucifer)>> Vast Aire>> Look Mom...No Hands

Touched by the Hand of God>> New Order>> Salvation Original Sdtk

Y.T.T.E. (Yield to Total Elation)>> Matmos>> The Civil War

My Week Beats Your Year>> Telefon Tel Aviv

U Don't Know Me>> Armand Van Helden

Bunk Trunk Skunk>> Be Your Own Pet>> Be Your Own Pet

Time of the Season (Zombies cover)>> Snowden

JUSTIFICATION of Tracklist:

So this mix came out of the attempt to put together a series of songs having to do with revelations, prophets, etc. But as a ran through some CDs, I also started thinking about the monumental narcissism of proclaiming myself as the Second (although Secular) Coming.
I have no problem with my monumental narcissism; it's just something I noticed.
So out of that mix (coming later) came this series of songs, which combines my posturing and my awesome nature.

The Stone Roses are British, and British rock bands often have God-complexes. Remember Oasis, and how they claimed to be as big as the Beatles? And remember how the Beatles said they were bigger than Jesus?



My Divinity has been geometrically demonstrated, according to Spinoza's mos gemetricos. Turns out the damn thing's a Pentagon! Who'd've thunk it?

There's nothing more than this [this=me].

And even if there IS something more than me, it ain't here yet, is it? So you'll have to wait, then, until the real thing comes along.

With that clear, irrefutable reasoning just then- didn't it just blow your mind?

Either that, or it only makes sense to me. Maybe I'm a little 'touched'...
TOUCHED BY THE HAND OF GOD more like it! (!zing!)

Plus, I went to RUBA this weekend -Before Sunday!- then back to mine. Proof positive that "My Week Beats Your Year".

And if I'm not JC Jr., then certainly Armand Van Helden is. That guy... I mean that guy, he invented speed garage, made guitars work in house music (mixed blessings, that), etc. He made a Tori Amos song cool- if that's not magical power, then what is?

We'll just close out this justification with some lyrics from the final song by the Zombies



(but our version is a cover by Atlanta's Snowden):

"What's your name?
Who's your daddy?
Is he rich like me?

Has he taken
Any time
To show you what you need to live?
Tell it to me slowly
Tell you what?
I really want to know..."


Wait, wasn't Jesus a Zombie too?


T H E C I R C L E I S C L O S E D

10.06.2008

Older Gents - In Suits - With Tasteful Arrangments

Time to go see some shows. Shows that will be well-populated by older gents.
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds tomorrow.

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Opium Tea.mp3, from their "Rarities and B-Sides" compilation.



When I saw them in Portland, it was all German men in suits. Plus me, alone, because I have BETTER MUSICAL TASTE than all my friends (oh, except you!, don't be naff! I'm not talking about you at all!) I wonder what sorts will come out for it this time, in Philly rather than Portland (I know that Liam and Greg and Alex will be there- I mean what Other sorts?).

I just mentioned Kid Congo Powers to you in my post about his former band, the Gun Club; he is opening for N.Cave and B.Seeds this Tuesday at the Electric Factory. (He used to be in the Bad Seeds, too). Here he is, as a picture - He is the one with the gun over his heart.







I should have a nickname like his. "Kid Christophresh Physis"?









Perhaps not (at least I didn't haz teh epic fail).





OH! As I am writing this, I just saw a man in A SUIT, AND a woman with DYED BLACK HAIR! It's like I'm at the show already!

Also, related to this show, I recently bought the new Tindersticks album. It's good. However, it's a bit quiet; too quiet for me to prove to you, decisively, that they are a band for whom you must demonstrate devotion.
Here is a stream of a song from another album:




Tindersticks are great, and this song has some of their key elements: strings (which produce dramatics), Stuart Staples' warbly voice, hotel rooms (hourly, perhaps- I think Tindersticks' library must include a fair bit of Bataille- this song has "when the cab ride seems to long, we go have sex in the bathroom" going for it [lyrically, I mean]), ricocheting drums to keep you uneasy, drinking, arguments (not exclusive of drinking), and a whole world of destructive desires and fantasy ("I could've drowned in all those so-called dreams", Stuart informs), mournful horns, usw.
("usw." is German- it means "und so weiter", which fairly literally means 'and so forth' but is translated well by "etc.", which itself is Latin.)




Download another fantastic song by Tindersticks here; it's called "Can We Start Again". Many of their songs sound like 'starting again':
within an old love;
with a new love;
in a new place;
fresh out of rehab, usw.

Or, instead of downloading, you can listen at this object:




I'm also going to see TV On The Radio on Friday. I'm going because it's free; they are a fine band, but I never felt like listening to their first album.
So I sold it. But I didn't get much money for it, because it was one of those heavily-promoted records that is sold much cheaper for the first few months. It was something like $8.99, $9.99 new. No, really. So when I sold it, people already had it.
Oh, and you thought I would never come back to it, but here is the icing for those patient souls who get ALL THE WAY TO THE BOTTOM:

there will be lots of old men at this show too, because this is a nerdy,
much blogged about and beloved band (a much be-blogged band),
because they are slightly obnoxious,
different in terms of makeup (there are black men in the band, which is rare in indie),
and, actually pretty interesting....
so older music critics (and the older men who want to be music critics- you know, like, actual journalists, with 'end of the year top tens' and bios and all that) love love LOVE them.

You know, like this guy (don't ask...)

9.26.2008

Mystery at the Gun Club

I know that you have all been slavering at the mouth, waiting for my next blog. It would have come sooner, but I have been busy. Busy traveling, and reading, and buying more music.

Download The Gun Club's 'Come Back Jim' on Mediafire

or, maybe Download The Gun Club's 'The Fire of Love'

I was recently chided for ‘still’ buying music, but I don’t mind.
Because I know I’m right; I'm in the black and all that. (See below for an apologia of music purchasing- it's not what you expect...)
Thinking that it is goofball to buy music is simply false; in fact, I might go so far to say it's a LIE!!

Download The Gun Club's 'The Lie' on Mediafire
Or watch it !LIVE! on Youtube:


Plus, what would I spend my money on instead? I am running out of room for thriftstore kicks. I have already constructed a Foucaultian counter-archive (that means ‘lots of odd books’ about prisons, sexuality, state institutions, ‘abnormal’ individuals, militaries, and history history history). You know that I would just spend the $16.25 (no sales tax) on stickers from the dollar store (or worse, dollar store hardware/tools), caviar from Asian Invasion, SEPTA tokens, ceramic knickknacks or bric-a-brac, etc.
(just reflect for a moment upon how good this last part of this last sentence sounds and looks: “Caviar from Asian Invasion” [‘a’ and ‘i’ make such a good vowel-team!], and just say “Ceramic knickknacks and bric-a-brac” out loud. “My, what a Pleasant Blog!”)
I don’t need that junk.
Oh, what $16.25? I got *3* CDs in Portland for that paltry sum. All by one of my new favorite groups: GUN CLUB .



Right?!?!?




Big dramatic sweep. Wild-eyes and Snake-eyes. Very American: Blues, Country, Skuzzy, 'end-of-the-road' Guitars. My understanding is that Gun Club sort of helped spawn rockabilly (while not being rockabilly themselves), and the lead singer, Jeffery Lee Pierce (he’s one of those who writes almost all of the songs too) died young: drugs, prolly.
Listen to the way he sings, and tell me it’s not drugs that killed him. Look at him, and tell me if he doesn’t look like Brando crossed with Gerard Way.








Kid Congo Powers is in the band too, of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds fame, and also The Cramps.

A surprising amount of the Gun Club that I have is live; two full albums, and half of two more. Related to his death, and to label-related issues and troubles (some of their stuff is released on “Sympathy for the Record Industry”, as in, sympathy for the Devil). More interestingly, however, it’s probably related to how good they were live. A singer that sounds like he IS drugs, actually high, in front of you, live?: gots to be good, right?

Here’s the liner notes- in their entirety- from “Danse Kalinda Boom”:
”Yes its true kids, this is an authentic “live” album for the first time. In response to the overwhelming amount of illegal & incorrect recordings purporting to be “live” Gun Club albums, Kid Congo, Patricia Morrison & myself have found it necessary to release an “Authorized” live album representing the Gun Club experience at its best and as it truly went down. So guaranteed this is not an album of poor quality tapes licensed clandestinely to some dodgy label by disgruntled & frustrated ex-members. I can promise this record features the Gun Club at its “live” best and definitive line up. Rest in Peace. [signed] Jeffery Lee Pierce”

Funny- signed “Rest In Peace” to us ( but he dies); “disgruntled ex-members”; “how it truly went down”; “dodgy labels”. Plus, did he misspell his own name? Or did someone else write the whole thing- seriously undermining all the rhetoric of “authentic”- since the CD’s copyright date is 7 years after he died? A Real Jeffrey Lee M Y S T E R Y.



As promised, here is the apologia of buying music 'in this day and age':
First, if you just download it all, you are guided only by what you already know you like, or what someone else ‘knows’ to be ‘good’.
(On the other hand, presented with a random assortment of used CD’s or vinyl, you can find new stuff, get reminded of old stuff, and with CDs at least, give a little listen before a wholesale acquisition an entire downloaded back catalog, which, it may turn out, you don’t really like that much anyhow.)

Second, used music isn’t even really random, is it? It's better than random. Because someone had to like that CD enough to purchase it, so you actually have a built-in regulator of quality, although it’s far from failsafe: Cf. “ ‘knows’ to be ‘good’ ”. Whereas with mp3s, all that can be shown in someone else having it is that they probably have 'heard about it', and have the internet. Not a stellar recommendation, is it?}

9.15.2008

Balds Have More FUN

Okay All right Hey:
I had a good, fine, wonderful day yesterday.
You couldn't be there- sad sad- so I am going to share good, fine, wonderful and fun music with you instead. FUN FUN!



First is a jangly little number (or, "lil' nummer") from an old old country group called the Carlisles.
You can tell they are old two ways:
they are a whole family,
and Chris Ruth has heard of them,
and even approves somewhat.
("They're no Stanley Brothers though, I tell you what.")

Download it here, after you have streamed it below:
The Carlisles - Rattlin' Daddy.mp3




FUN FUN!: I got a free coffee drink coupon, just because they forgot to warm up my pretzel! OH BOOHOO I had to wait about 45 seconds more! That coupon? Oh, it's worth like 5 bucks, because it says ANY COFFEE DRINK which means that motherfucker be gettin a Milkshake or somethin.


Here is a lovely little summer jam (it is still summer, despite the pants you wore the other night, even though you were dancing, dancing on the very highest floor, on the very highest floor of a gay biker disco)


Oh, I love this song: The Spinners "I'll Be Around".

FUN FUN!: Banana Republic made me look really good in the mirrors. I think it was all in the eyes: the bright fluoro lights made my eyes look different. Different from the beady black little spots that they are, so I looked less like a snake or a rat. Or a cockroach.
(I have to shop there, okay?- for professional clothes, like.)

FUN FUN!: I shopped all day in earnest and didn't have to spend any money!

Download The Dells - Wear it on our Face.mp3

Or, be stupid and just watch the Youtube video here:




Yesterday was so FUN FUN! that even today is FUN FUN!: I just saw not one but two parrots on one guy, and brian pointed out- the first parrot was fine- the second is just showing off: sheer hubris.

Here's one you would've heard at my house Friday:

The Whispers - Love Machine.mp3. Serious Booty disco madness.
"I'm just a love machine, and I won't work for nobody but you"!





Go ahead. Enjoy yourself: have some FUN FUN! with these songs.
Make a roommate play them while you take a shower in the morning. Play them when your anti-depressants run out. You know, so on and so on.

9.05.2008

Wise Up: Jerry Butler

I just wised up to the great Jerry Butler. Choice!

I had one of his records, it turns out, but hadn’t listened to it yet. The other day I got about 40 records… for about fifteen bucks.
I bought so many records, that I had to buy a backpack in order to carry them all. It was Heavy!



Including the bag, Zoolander on VHS, 3 books (one about making Aarow brand dress shirts!), and the records, I paid 23 dollars. Bag + VHS + Books >/= $7.
Second Mile, I tell you, is nothing to fuck with.
I got New Edition, Temptations, JERRY BUTLER, The Moments, the Whispers, the shit, etc.

Mr. Butler has a strong, clear and clean voice. Reminds me some of Sam Cooke, but not so mournful. But that way that they can both sort of project a really manly sound, and never seem like they are straining at all: as if it were as easy as talking. That ease with the mic is why he’s called the Iceman.


So, of the three albums that I have, there are three distinctive “Butlers”.



One is full of simple soul songs. (Simple like a circle is simple: it’s perfect, smoothly elegant -- unimpeachable.)

“When a Man Loves a Woman” is on there, you see? Sounds like the early Temptations, with Smokey (think of “My Girl”, for instance). It’s called “Mr. Dream Merchant”.


One is partly Burt Bacharach Songs; more complex, and melodies that are always very bittersweet. More sad. “Moon River”. "Make It Easy On Yourself" (Burt) and even "Yesterday" (Beatles) but punched up with some more sophisticated arrangements.
This album is called “All-Time Greatest Hits”, but they really should have waited before stating “All-Time”, b e c a u s e….:


One is a FULLBLOWN Gamble and Huff Production. They all called it ICE ON ICE (……coooooooool……). Stompers, funky cuts, and NOW we get a little strain in that voice, cos the
S O U L
is getting loose! More like Otis, or even a not-high (and so, more restrained) James Brown. "Moody Woman" is a famous cut off of that album.

By the way, I once received a subpoena for the trial of James Brown. Of course, this particular James Brown was in Juvenile Court (he had mugged Adriel when I was with her months before- but he didn’t technically mug me. From me, he got NOTHING! Nothing, you hear!) in Philadelphia.
And, as I said and as you read, this album happened in Philadelphia too. Gamble and Huff (not humble or gruff) worked out of Philly, on Philly International records.
I really should have kept that subpoena; could've sold it on Ebay or something.