Ooh I LOVE Nina...her versions of Strange Fruit, Wild Is The Wind, Summertime and I Put A Spell On You are just flawless.
Also love Sinnerman, Black Is The Colour Of My True Loves Hair and See-Line Woman. I was so disappointed the morning I read about her death in the paper. I must have been 19 years old...truth be told, later that day when I got off work I had a good cry out of self pity because I realized I would never see her live. Add her to the long list of artists who passed before I would ever get a chance to experience their particular brand of magic making in a live setting. You know, Billie Holiday, Judy Garland, Janis Joplin, Kurt Cobain.
Off to dig out some old Billie and Nina records to listen to while I drift off...
Post edited by Urban_Tribesman at 2015-09-09 15:23:25
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Post edited by Urban_Tribesman at 2015-09-17 16:41:00
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
This track is just fabulous. The drums (Bill Ward) are just spectacular. Ah, 1970 !
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
I like the sound of Under Neon Knights by the Chemical Brothers and St Vincent. I really think her vocal sounds like Alison.
Post edited by Urban_Tribesman at 2015-09-29 17:57:27
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Post edited by Urban_Tribesman at 2015-10-09 16:45:43
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.