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All Tomorrow's Sessions

Hey Soul Mates,
I'm up a little late on the night before a session. In fact, tomorrow represents our last recording date for our new album. Originally, we were going to call it "A Talent For Loving," but some other names are coming to mind. I'll be heading in around 2 to record some vocal filigree. Bryan will get there in the evening to do his harmonies. Then we've got a weekend of mixing scheduled for the first week of June. Hold on, true believers!

Cheers to everyone who's been sending in their listening suggestions. This morning, though, I heard the new White Stripes single Icky Thump. It sounds nearly like Yes on crack. Ouch. Rocking the house. And in the lyric to beat, as I decipher it, Jack White channels Snoop Dogg:
"While Americans want nothing better to do,
Why don't you kick yourself out, you're an immigrant, too.
Who's using who, what should we do?
Well you can't be a pimp and a prostitute, too."

I can tell their new album is going to be as challenging and rewarding as the superb Get Behind Me, Satan. 2007. Already the best year in music in a decade! And one of my favorites from 2006, The Feeling's 12 Stops and Home finally got an American release.

OK, tonight on Bon Jovidol, we were subjected to the soul-free rock of the Idolers singing Bon Jovi. The best performer, hands down, was Blake Lewis, beat-boxing his way through You Give Love A Bad Name. A lackluster choice for a theme night. Nothing against Jon Bon Jovi or his band, but his songs are better recordings and don't make for good singing contest fodder. In fact, contrary to what Paula said, Jon looked mortified that Blake was going to inject some cultural relevance into the number. Where the hell is the Barry Gibb night mentioned at the top of the season? Or at least, "Judges' Choice" night.

I'll be checking in later today/or Thursday with the update from the Lincoln Lounge.
Love, Power, Peace

Comments

Anonymous said…
Ooohh..can't wait to hear your album!! June is just too far away..and I'm getting far too anxious over here in Alamo City!! Ok, ok..as for A.I.: Yes, Blake's rendition was quite interesting to say the least..but for me, his beat-boxing is becoming old hat in my opinion..it's as if he is attempting to be a Justin Timberlake clone. My fave so far in the competition is the superb Melinda Doolittle (or Doolots)..so far we haven't seen her sing a genre that she can't master..still boggles my mind that she is in the contest when she should already be a recording/performing sensation..
-Dave...CP numero quatro
Anonymous said…
Hi DP,
I think that if anyone is a JT clone, it is Chris Richardson. I don't need Chris because JT is all I truly want or need. Blake is refreshing and in his own way, a genius. I really love him. Both Melinda and Blake are who I vote for each week.
PTK numero "9"

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