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October 11, 2004
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Download brides_of_funkenstein_when_youre_gone.mp3 Betty Davis - Dedicated to the Press
Brides of Funkenstein - When You're Gone
This needs to last you for both today and tomorrow, so take it slow. Maybe listen to thirty seconds of one track, mull it over, go grab a beer from the company fridge, come back, write a small play about the staple-remover and its cross-animate love affair with the girl in the office down the hall, play a quick game of solitaire, then listen to the rest of the track. People, you're on your way to time-management excellence, thanks to this mp3blog.
Betty Davis. So talented, so cool. Married to Miles for one year. Introduced him to Hendrix and Sly. On the cover of Filles de Kilimanjaro. But a funk preistess?? You bet. I first heard of Betty's work from the (brace yourself) playlist of Radiohead's DJ sessions when they did their Kid A-era webcasts back in '99. Passionate rhythms, free-roaming keyboards, and pachyderm basslines, she stands tall in the middle of it, ready to fight. This song, 'Dedicated to the Press', gives me the strange compulsion both to go out and stare people down, and to dance large, intricate routines in front of a muscle car. Kind of a weird feeling, but nice nonetheless. This is from 1975's 'Nasty Gal' LP, which you can BUY for only 3 tens of dollars (import).
Brides of Funkenstein: George Clinton produced, girl-group sweetness the Supremes x Parliament, glossed out till it's shiny like lips after a long kiss. Melancholic in that it sounds like the kind of faint longing that occurs right after you say goodnight to the person you love, and even though you know you're going to see them the next day, you still have an indefinable ache settling in your chest (note the lyrics tell a different story entirely, I'm just talking about the feel of the music here). This is from the fantastic 'Funk or Walk' LP, which you can also purchase, right.....HERE. Someone needs to reissue both these records, they are criminally out-of-print/expensive/hosted in impractical media (hint-hint, Warner Brothers. You know you owe me).
Posted by matt at October 11, 2004 08:00 AM