I've stated in these writings many times that I love sad and melancholic music. Slow core, sad indie, doom metal, depressive black metal,country, goth, etc. Soul music might be the most consistent genre I find comfort in. The self depreciating lyrics of loss set to funky drums and remarkable bass players always strikes a chord with me. I found this #dorisduke cd by reading a soul music blog. The review struck me but really the album title had sold me sight unseen. If I had seen this disc on a rack randomly it would have come home with me. Doris duke veers into screaming jay hawkins-esque melodrama which is cool by me. Songs about drinking after being jilted set to some tasty bass playing. I spent many Sunday mornings drinking coffee and playing this loudly in my apartment on the lower west side of Buffalo. I had gone through a divorce and this album was my solitary gospel. Most of my friends and co-workers weren't really into this type of stuff, and really it's not the kind of cd you play around other people. But it suited me. Living alone in a large empty apartment with this music bouncing off the under-furnished floors, walls and tall ceilings. Songs like "I don't care anymore", "divorce decree" and "ghost of myself" accentuated the open empty spaces of those rooms. It was a great location and soundtrack for a head bobbing pity party. Re listening to this this morning I get to watch my 1-year old shake his little butt and smile and sway to the grooves in my cluttered and warm family home. It's a great contrast and I get to focus on the musicality of the cd instead of the grim narratives. Giving the cd a second life, much like my own second life. It's a good morning. The little guy just stumbled past me trailing the vapor of a dirty diaper and I'm thankful to be here to change it.
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