Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Up-and-comers, JR, KJP
On other fronts: my eyes teared up as I read Judith Regan's tender encomium to her new home. "The pulse of New York is driven by money," we're told, whereas Los Angeles resembles one big group hug--its pulse sounds like "I Just Called To Say I Love You." Tell that to Bruce Wagner, or to Nathanael West. In any case, the departure of this relentless schlock peddler has put a strange spring in my step.
Finally: I've been wearing out my copy of Kelly Joe Phelps's Tap the Red Cane Whirlwind. I was one of those fans who called for a national day of mourning when the lap-slide wizard retired his steel bar and went on his fingerpicking way. But this live recording--mostly Phelps's own compositions, along with superb, smoky covers of Skip James ("Hard Time Killing Floor Blues") and Rev. Gary Davis ("I Am the Light of this World")--is a beauty.
Not sure who I'd drop from my list though to add him - Rattawut was another just off of my list and Dean was in my five.
As for Dan's quandry, just desserts for his being so specific—in the future he'll learn to say, "The Best 5 or 6 something or others" or "The Top 10 or 11 or 12
this or thats:"