As a professional economist, I have always been a huge admirer of Gary Becker who won a Nobel Prize for his pioneering work on the economics of discrimination and the economics of the family. The application of the neo-classical utility maximising framework to inform our understanding of the inter-relationships between decisions regarding marriage and partnerships, fertility and labour supply opened the eyes of many people to the potential explanatory power of economics.
Now, of course, we all know that real human beings are not fully informed, rational beings, carefully weighing up the short, medium and long term consequences of their choices on their own utility (“desiccated calculating machines” as Nye Bevan might have described them). Nonetheless, Becker’s insights have added rigour to the way in which we try and understand the choices that people make.
In my own life, the decision of my (now) wife and I to finally get married after 31 years of (trial) cohabitation was significantly driven by the need to make sure that she fully inherited my pension …. (who said romance is dead?)
This same, hard, cold, logic also underpins the lyric of this soul/funk/house classic from 1986. Using a ruthless logic that would have had Gary Becker “welling up”, Gwen Guthrie sets out the case for his Treatise on the Family in just 6 minutes …. A few snippets:
No romance without finance
Boy, nothin’ in life is free
That’s why I’m askin’ you what can you do for me
I’ve got responsibilities
So I’m lookin’ for a man whose got money in his hands
‘Cause nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’
You got to have somethin’ if you wanna be with me
Oh, life is too serious, love’s too mysterious
A fly girl like me needs security
‘Cause ain’t nothin’ goin’ on but the rent
You got to have a J-O-B if you wanna be with me
Boy, you’re silky ways are sweet
But you’re only wastin’ time if your pockets are empty
I’ve got lots of love to give
But I will have to avoid you if you’re unemployed
The 12″ club mix for your delectation ….
Over the festive period, I try and catch up on all the music I might have missed over the previous 12 months. This involves forensic scrutiny of all the “best of” lists from magazines, websites, newspapers, etc. Spotify is then used to sort out the wheat from the chaff before I engage on a major CD purchasing spree – I still have to own a physical object to get full satisfaction; just knowing I could always stream a song from the cloud is never enough ….
Amongst this year’s uncovered gems is the superb “My Name is Doug Hream Blunt” CD released in 2015 on the ever wonderful Luaka Bop Records. The CD reproduces Blunt’s “Gentle Persuasion” LP/EP that was released sometime in the mid 1980s – I’ve struggled to pin down the exact date!
I could have chosen almost any of the tracks but “Ride The Tiger” is my favourite today and, therefore, is elevated immediately to the pantheon of the bestmusicofalltime. The full LP version doesn’t seem to be around on Youtube but this live version does nicely!
Like many an aficionado of 1960s deep soul, (and one of many who have worshipped at the shrine of Dave Godin), the first time I heard Charles Bradley I thought, “how on earth have I missed this guy”?
The sound, the delivery, the sentiment, seem to stem directly from the motherlode from which Otis Redding’s genius stands as only the most populist tip of an immense iceberg of heartache and pain.
But it turns out that Charles Bradley has been recording new material in the 21st century that is not only equal to, but often surpasses, the tracks we all love from the 1960s.
His debut album “No Time for Dreaming” is a flawless soul collection. So many highpoints, but Golden Rule is (just, and tonight) my favourite.
And it gets better, not only has Charles Bradley released records utterly essential for anyone with an interest in modern music (and life itself) but his history has been captured on a wonderful documentary Soul of America that charts his remarkable rise from James Brown impersonator to the greatest singer in the world today.
A perfect live version then the LP version and then live in Paris! Stunning.
This song has a remarkable history!
Written by Dimitri Tiomkin and Ned Washington, the track was originally recorded by Johnny Mathis (of all people!) for the 1957 film Wild Is the Wind. His is a sugary, anodyne reading that I advise all to steer clear of.
I first became familiar with this song through David Bowie’s wonderful version that he recorded for his classic Station to Station LP of 1976. I was also aware of Nina Simone’s first version that was recorded for her At Town Hall LP in 1959. However, it is her, later, studio version of 1964 which is the definitive reading.
A vocal of unparalleled depth and power with understated bass and drums and simply mesmerising piano adds up to a perfect record!
Whoever sings this has the advantage of some of the best lyrics of all time:
Love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind
And wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress
Satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind
You touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You’re spring to me
All things to me
Don’t you know you’re life itself
Like a leaf clings to a tree
Oh my darling, cling to me
For we’re creatures of the wind
And wild is the wind
So wild is the wind
The 1964 LP version and then Nina’s earlier recording (for comparative purposes!) from 1959.
Decided that I didn’t have enough Al Green in my life this morning and immediately started to work through his first 12 LPs issued on the wonderful Hi Records label …..
Six tracks into his debut album “Green Is Blues” and I already have three candidates for “thebestmusicofalltime” …
“Gotta Find a New World” is the first to be posted though.
A killer bassline, brass, melody and vocal elevate this record into the stratosphere of southern soul classics.
Beyond that, the track was subsequently sampled for the classic “Iron Maiden” track that opened Ghostface Killah’s debut “Ironman” LP in 1997. An absolute Wu-Tang Clan classic!
The Al Green original and then the Ghostface Killah samplefest!
Really sorry to hear of the death of Bobby “Blue” Bland yesterday at the age of 83.
Fortunately, he left some great records behind him and this is one of his all time classics.
Recorded in 1974, and the second single taken from his Dreamer LP, “I Wouldn’t Treat a Dog” finds Mr Bland at the height of his soul singing powers as he continued his recovery from an earlier period of depression and alcoholism.
Of course, in these days when everything is relative and morals are the basis for negotiation rather than a guide to life, it can be tricky to pin down precisely how badly Bobby was being treated before he decided that it warranted a song. Certainly, a cursory glance at the opening lines suggests that, rather than being treated particularly badly, Mr Bland might just be very fond of dogs. You decide.
When I was up
You would always come around
But when I needed a friend
Oh, you could never be found
I got a hole where
My heart used to be
I wouldn’t treat a dog, no, no
The way you treated me
Great record though!
I was prompted to post this after travelling back from seeing Usain Bolt in the 100m final last night.
Admittedly, I was not actually on a “Midnight Train to Georgia” but, as Larry David might have observed, I was “pretty pretty pretty” close (*).
* N.B., for railway aficionados, I was actually on the 00:23 from London Kings’ Cross to Peterborough (via Finsbury Park, Stevenage, Hitchin, Arlesey, Biggleswade, Sandy, St Neots and Huntingdon).
I’ve always loved this record since the day I heard it as a 9 or 10 year old.
Now, I know that, in this day and age, some of the sentiments expressed by Gladys might seem a bit of a throwback
I’d rather live in his world
Than live without him, in mine
But, hold your fire, check the second video of this. How subservient are the Pips to the majesty and leadership of Gladys? I think we know who is ultimately in charge here.
The original single version then a live take that veers a tad close to the “club style” for me to be comforatable ….