52nd City

Oh, the classics

I’d like to be able to bring some music reviews of a more contemporary nature, however, lately; I’m a fan of the classics. Tonight, after a full four hours of catching up on Mad Art work and a full hour of wine at Juniper Grill with Tracy, I was able to enjoy on the way home, Carole King’s Tapestry. Although I am a little buzzed on sauv blanc, I don’t think that is a prerequisite for enjoying “I Feel The Earth Move”. I’m no aficionado but the piano on this is so right at home, I feel just like I’m kindergarten age and in the back in the back seat of my parent’s vanilla pudding colored Buick LeSabre on the way to the city to visit my grandma in Ferguson. The same with “It’s Too Late” which really brings me back to my grade school years. My dad was more of a country music fan. Every Thursday night up until I was six, the turntable would light up with a mix of my dad’s favorites, Merle Haggard and Johnny Cash, and my mom’s favorites, Carole King and Aretha Franklin, while we prepared for the trip to the city to visit my grandparents. So I feel like I had a great mix songwriters and singers growing up. And I had a great appreciation of “the city”. I grew up in the country, but we always looked forward to our weekly visits to the city…where there were sidewalks and we could walk to the drugstore for fancy candies. So every time I hear a version of “Natural Woman” the hairs on my neck stand up and I feel like I’m going somewhere special. When I got in my car to leave Mad Art and told Tracy I was going to listen to Carole King’s, Tapestry on the way home she shouted, “you’ve gotta burn me a copy,” and I do. Because everyone deserves this pleasure. Treat yourself to this. Soon.