May. 1st, 2013

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Move On Up
Curtis Mayfield

I won't lie.  I first heard this song because parts of it were sampled in Bran Van 3000's "Astounded".  I must admit that I thought that the samples lifted from Curtis Mayfield outshone BV3's original material (ouch, I know, but it's true).

I can happily say that I didn't hear much of this year's concert rehearsals (the children were a nice distance away, ensconced in the library) AND, for the first year, I didn't sit through the entire show.  As a result, SOUL isn't tainted for me (not like, say, the amazing Corey Hart...I don't think I can listen to "Sunglasses at Night" ever ...again).

I like soul, but it is something I have to be in a certain mood for.  For some unfathomable reason, I associate it with summertime...and popsicles...and running through sprinklers.  Maybe it is because it is some of the first music we all seem to be introduced to (if that makes sense) you said, a lot of it is somehow engrained in our collective unconscious.  Which, is probably why it is so appealing and why it made a good theme for this year's MUSICAL.

But.  Back to Curtis Mayfield.  This song makes me feel like I am the Pepsi inside a plastic, two-litre bottle and I am getting shook up and shook up until finally I have no choice but to BURST.  Those horns!  That smooth voice!  The lyrics!  I cannot listen to this and remain completely still.  Not shimmy my shoulders.  Not pump my little fists.
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Try a Little Tenderness
Otis Redding
The Otis Redding Dictionary of Soul

: I'm not a big soul girl. Not to say I don't like the genre -- I do -- just that I don't actively seek it out. That said, when I saw this theme, I knew instantly what song (or at least artist) I'd pick -- because my father, on the other hand, loved soul. And R&B. And, eventually, hip hop. And, admittedly, I most clearly remember growing up with singer-songwriters and 70s psychedelic rock shoved into my ears ------ but I also remember a double CD called "Motown Classics" or something to that effect -- and I remember Otis Redding.

Bittersweetly, Otis Redding was one of the last artists my father introduced me to. I know he'd loved him for ages, but I have no recollection of hearing Otis Redding before 2004 or so, when my dad picked up a greatest hits album (as he was so wont to do -- dude would always come home with new CDs or books or trinkets, always so excited to share them) and immediately put on "Sittin' On the Dock of the Bay."
And I would've posted that song, which I love deeply (and which is one of the tracks I put on his funeral mix -- as an aside, god, what an exercize is that; crafting a playlist for a man whose music taste shaped yours as everyone pays him their last respects. this day, one of my favourite collections of music.), but as I delved into my Otis Redding albums, I couldn't NOT post 'Try a Little Tenderness.'

I feel everyone knows this song. Like, it's gotta be part of the collective unconscious at this point. It is so good. I can't listen to it without doing a little shimmy in my seat, or preferably getting up and shimmying on my feet. I love when it breaks down around the 3 minute mark -- when the song's almost over, but with enough time left for it to have a LASTING impact.


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