Long a member of the Motown stable, Gladys Knight and the Pips started charting records in July 1961 when their rendition of “Every Beat of My Heart” hit #6.
Twice during their Motown career they reached #2 (with “I Heard It Through the Grapevine” and Jim Weatherly‘s “Neither One of Us”) but #1 eluded them until October 1973 when they were recording for New York’s Buddah imprint.
Turning again to a Jim Weatherly tune, the group debuted “Midnight Train to Georgia” at #71. Five weeks later the song was a #1 smash, a considerably different tune that Weatherly’s original song, recorded with a country lilt and called “Midnight Plane To Houston.”
“Meet me in my dreams, upon the big screen, before a love scene,” say the boys in Play For Keeps. Lock up your daughters; this band of pop stars from Vegas will be the next group to make the young girls swoon.
They’re an unsigned band and that surprises me, considering how perfectly polished they sound with their single, “Just Like The Movies.”
Backed by guitarist Brian Jones, drummer Joseph Gilbert and best-name-ever bassist, Cash Colligan, singer Cameron Dettman delivers “Just Like The Movies” in a made for the radio voice that dares you not to sing-a-long.
Buy their first album, Goodbye Natural, Hello Manmade then call your uncle who knows someone in the music business and get these guys signed for the big time.
A highly acclaimed group from the Pacific Northwest, Hurricane Chaser is a band destined to “make big names for themselves.” So said Clint Brownlee in Seattle Sound, a music magazine published in the city that Hurricane Chaser call home.
Fronted by singer and guitarist Bred Zeffren with Derek Pulvino on guitars, Ben Obee on bass and vocals and Moises Padilla on drums, this busy quartet fuse a wide variety of genres into their unique sound.
I immediately heard strains of Daniel Lanois in the way their debut record, The Map Is Not The Territory, delicately layers together Pulvino and Zeffren’s shimmering electric guitars. I hear Jakob Dylan, as well, in Zeffren’s voice and, once we looked at their bio, found myself to be right on track: along with Bob Dylan and Daniel Lanois, Hurricane Chaser tag Waits, Lobos and Wilco as contemporaries.
Take a listen to “Barricades,” from their debut, and then take a trip over to their site to learn more about them.
One of a quartet of bands that call themselves Motorama, this particular ensemble by that name describe themselves as playing “snowy, minimalist pop.”
That they hail from Rostov-on-Don, Russia may play a role in the description of their music (though we believe the garage rock band of the same name out of British Columbia may have some claim to adjective, as well).
And snowy their music is, flurries of electric pop guitar swirling about on the winds of new wave while bass and guitar pummel down on your head, much like a skier would pummel down the Alps, the mountain that inspired this title cut from their May 2010 album.
Like what hear from this unsigned quintet of players? They’re all socialed up on Facebook andTwitter (and just about everywhere else), not to mention their website.
Hunting for the “dear” rather than hunting “deer,” Casey Crescenzo undertakes grand ambitions while distilling life down small, simple moments and powerful emotions.
The Dear Hunter was created in 2005 by Casey Crescenzo as a side project to his membership in Boston’s the Receiving End of Sirens, a place where he could record music that didn’t exactly fit the Sirens’ sound.
With a demo tape recorded that same year (Dear Ms. Landing), viral buzz began to spread. By May 2006, Crescenzo had made The Dear Hunter a full-time undertaking.
Unbowed by the specter of taking on a grand and comprehensive enterprise, Crescenzo mapped out a six-album project called “The Dear Hunter,” releasing Act I (The Lake South, The River North) in May 2007.
Following two more releases (Acts II and III), created with an ever-evolving cast of musical partners, the Dear Hunter changed direction to focus on another wide-ranging project, a nine EP set called The Color Spectrum. Writing music to match the full R.O.Y.G.B.I.V. palette (along with Black and White,too), the full Color Spectrum set was released in April of this year.
Today’s Free MP3 of the Day, courtesy of the fine folks at Triple Crown Records, is a true gem, a previously unreleased acoustic version of “The Inheritance” (originally found on the Green EP).
Seldom do I print a full lyrics sheet with our articles but, in this case, the power of Crescenzo’s lyrics make it almost imperative.
“Mouths to feed, wont sleep till he arrives, so he brings his work home.
And late nights waste away plotting the plan, tracing the steps he needs to take,
Til he says, “my job is done, you’re old enough, it’s time to leave this home,
And go on your own, I know it’s hard, but it’s not my problem anymore, not anymore.
“Eyes closed children rest unaware, so he keeps their lights dim.
And angels hold their tongues up above, with a scowl shaking their fist,
Til he says, “my job is done, your old enough it’s time to leave this home,
And go on your own, I know it’s hard, but it’s not my problem anymore, not any more.
“My job is done, your old enough, it’s time to leave this home.
And go on your own, we had our run now you’re old enough to run down your track,
So don’t look back, I know it’s hard, but it’s not my problem anymore, not any more.