Enui is boring...

Boy, there sure are some windy sumbitches in here. You'd think they had something else to do other than listen to obscure (read failed, dead or, just maybe, brilliant...you pick) artists and then blow hole about it at length to this tiny choir. I say that with love, of course. This week I'VE been mainly listening to the voices in my head saying k-k-k-k-k-kill y-y-y-your pa-pa-pa-parents to which I always reply "stop stuttering!!" Well, that and Robert Palmer's "DRIVE". One look at the pasty, puffy, glassy-eyed rotter on the CD cover and it's self-evident why he died so young...he was having fun. You should try it sometimes. Like the previously mentioned Tom Jones, Palmer is another genius at covering other's material better than they did it in the first place. Just listen to his reading of Lieber/Stoller's Hound Dog. Sit down Elvis, let alone Big Mama Thornton, was it? Not a stinker on the CD. And nothing remotely like Simply Irresistible or Addicted to Love or any other of his umpteen hits...just covers of new to old chestnuts roasted afresh by one of the truly great, yet unheralded stylists of our times. But then why take my word for it? Because I'm right, I guess.