again, why i love...
...said the gramophone:
howard tate - chain gang (sam cooke)
Tate is rewarded for his bravery, not only because he is a brilliant singer, but also because he has surrounded himself with a band consisting of several very bad dudes. The guitarist, for instance, has tone as warm as a perfect bath and as delicate as the bath bubbles that only a philistine would do without. The drummer, who plays a funk beat with brushes, is so gentle and tender that I imagine him playing with one hand and warming milk on the stove for his babies with the other. Or maybe he's a quadruped who drums with one paw, warms milk with another, writes cheques to the United Way with a third, and cuddles the elderly with his fourth. Listening to him now, he may even be an insect, or perhaps, an arachnid. In any case, after we hear from the chain gang for the second time, as the plodding rhythm is about to give way to the more fluid verse, Howard Tate starts to really blow.
this song also seems to be a perfect example of why i love music, and the joy there is in the exchange of it. from you to me. from me to you. with nothing more than the hope that it might make you smile, like it just made me. because it's beautiful and i'd like to share it with you.
le sigh... i'll be leaving for san antonio airport in about 24 hours. i'll be back in champaign early-afternoon friday.
how cool is that?
howard tate - chain gang (sam cooke)
Tate is rewarded for his bravery, not only because he is a brilliant singer, but also because he has surrounded himself with a band consisting of several very bad dudes. The guitarist, for instance, has tone as warm as a perfect bath and as delicate as the bath bubbles that only a philistine would do without. The drummer, who plays a funk beat with brushes, is so gentle and tender that I imagine him playing with one hand and warming milk on the stove for his babies with the other. Or maybe he's a quadruped who drums with one paw, warms milk with another, writes cheques to the United Way with a third, and cuddles the elderly with his fourth. Listening to him now, he may even be an insect, or perhaps, an arachnid. In any case, after we hear from the chain gang for the second time, as the plodding rhythm is about to give way to the more fluid verse, Howard Tate starts to really blow.
this song also seems to be a perfect example of why i love music, and the joy there is in the exchange of it. from you to me. from me to you. with nothing more than the hope that it might make you smile, like it just made me. because it's beautiful and i'd like to share it with you.
le sigh... i'll be leaving for san antonio airport in about 24 hours. i'll be back in champaign early-afternoon friday.
how cool is that?
<3 ryan at 12:37 AM
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are you, by chance, going to reber's birthday party?
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