[l1]I[/l1] [az]B0012GMW98[/az] make mix CDs for our drives through the mountains (or wherever we’re driving through.) My daughter, 6, has realised that she can have almost anything she wants on her MP3 player.
And I’ve realised that, when she says at the beginning of every single song “Oh, you have to put this song on my MP3 player this instant!” she’s not just talking. She knows the songs, she loves the songs, she wants the songs.
She may grow up to love music almost as much as I do.
[l1]S[/l1] [az]B003HBM06Q[/az]ince I already own much of what’s on this 4-CD compilation I won’t be buying it (I’ll just get the few Winwood albums I don’t already own) but if you’d like a broad sweeping view of a rare musical wonder, Revolutions is stuffed full of songs you’ve heard forever, or never heard but should have.
It has all of John Barleycorn except Every Mother’s Son; funny to leave off just that one track.
Only a single track from Winwood’s eponymous first solo album (Vacant Chair.) I would have included (also, or instead) Let Me Make Something in Your Life; Steve has this knack for down-to-earth love songs that feel more like real life, and less like ethereal fantasies. (Perhaps I should play this for Best Beloved. Perhaps I should confirm I still have my vinyl copy.)
Over half of Mr. Fantasy shows up; just less than half of Traffic. Hard telling who made the decisions, or why; some fairly obscure stuff is included, some obvious choices like Feelin’ Alright didn’t make it.
Doesn’t really matter, in the end. Just be sure you have as much Winwood around the house as possible, and play it often, and, once in a while, loud.
And, tell your less educated friends. This is a man who has gotten far too little recognition for a stellar body of work.
[l1]M[/l1] [az]B000002J01[/az]ixed media: I love running across the stuff hanging in a gallery where the artist has photos embedded in acrylic with gardening implements painted garish colors and a bucket of dirt with a live plant growing in it. (I made that up; don’t go looking for it.)
Daniel Edlen has created an ebook which even I, an avowed ebook ignorer, couldn’t ignore.
As you’ll note in the sidebar, Daniel paints original works of art on, well, original works of art. Paintings of the artist on their own vinyl album.
Now he’s created a multimedia ebook, with images of his work, his comments on the music, and videos to accompany it all.
And it’s free, because that’s how Daniel is.
If you love music or art or just like to see something you’ve never seen before, this will touch you.
[l1]I[/l1][az]B0014KD46W[/az]f you’re my age you’ve read about the message ‘Clapton is God’ scrawled on subway walls (ostensibly right under ‘Frodo lives!’)
In an interview the the Cars’ Elliot Easton, they played word association with the names of guitarists. Easton’s response to ‘Clapton’ ? “Is not God.”
At the time, I thought he was wrong. Gutsy, but wrong.
A few nights ago, I changed my mind. Watching Clapton on stage (okay, on TV) with Steve Winwood, I was amazed at how inventive and unexpected Winwood’s solos were, while Clapton played the same solo in every song. Slower, faster, different keys, but essentially the same.
And yesterday, Best Beloved changed CDs in the van, and I realised that on Clapton’s Chronicles album, I only like one of the first six tracks.
No, I’m not tossing my copy of “From the Cradle” or “Disraeli Gears” but I’m also not saving up to see him next time he comes to town.
Unless, of course, he’s playing with Steve Winwood.