Bloggerhythms

When Natalie Cole released Unforgettable With Love , an album full of her Dad's songs, it may have seemed like a sellout with a bit of cheating and, because the CD contained twenty-two tracks that clocked in at over an hour and thirteen minutes, it could have also been considered highly self-indulgent. But then you listen to it and think, "like father, like daughter" because she was born to sing these songs. On this impressive set, the R&B and pop Cole recorded since the dawn of her career in 1975 was abandoned completely. Whether she covered hits from the days of her Father's outstanding jazz trio ("Paper Moon" and "Route 66")" or "Mona Lisa" and "Nature Boy" from his subsequent, pop, superstar years, Cole effortlessly made these songs her own because she cared so deeply about each one of them. Only a curmudgeon would fail to understand why. Cole wasn't at all concerned about the retro vibe of the album. The co...

When this blog first hit the web way back in 2005 the original quote posted under the title was "The more you love music, the more music you love." It was from Tom Moon's book, 1,000 Recordings To Hear Before You Die . The music Moon wrote about were his bucket list works and the quote sometimes made me feel like I was not a true music fan because no matter how hard I tried and no matter how often I listened to certain genres they just wouldn't connect with my brain or my heart. Yet I believed the opposite was also true. I knew I was a true connoisseur of the art form because at the same time I listened to a substantial amount of music that the average man in the street never even knew existed. Why am I telling you all of this? It's because I want to continue publishing Bloggerhythms but I now feel odd because, after decades of wanting to be exposed to all kinds of new music, I don't receive the same satisfaction pursuing current stuff as I have in ...