Monday, July 17, 2017

She knows the shimmy and the twist and the boogaloo: Saba Lou!

Maybe it's common knowledge that King Khan is the father of two daughters. In fact, he wrote a fun little song for his older daughter, Saba Lou, which appeared on December's Three Hairs and You're Mine.

Just seventeen in 2017, Saba Lou has released her own record, and it's the stuff of your Charlyne Yi dreams. The lovely thing about this record is that she's grown up surrounded by minor garage rock heroes, even has a few of them on her record and got Jared Swilley of Black Lips to write the album's liner notes, and though Swilley makes allusions to "Budget Dad," King Khan's name is nowhere to be found on the album's press release. Dad's here and there, behind the scenes, but the album's all hers.

Her singing may be thin, the way a teenager's voice ought to be thin, really, but it works perfectly well given the simple nature of the songs, and she does a lovely job as a storyteller. Her early childhood adventures seemed to be hinting at a future not unlike that of King Khan and his circle, but Saba Lou's gone the opposite route, playing softly and sweetly, lyrically approaching bigger topics. Some of us used our journals to ask similar questions when we were teenagers, though her record sounds much nicer -- and perhaps emotionally healthier -- than most of our journals probably read. If anything, Planet Enigma makes me envious of anyone who gets to take part in this musical family.

She's come a long way, too.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

It's 100 degrees and we're sleepy. Here's some good stuff to listen to.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Peter Perrett: Hard to say no

It's already been said, here and in a few other places, that we're all tickled to see Peter Perrett alive in 2017, making music or otherwise. But now that How the West was Won has been out for a week and we've had a chance to absorb it a bit, it can be safely said that he's still writing the best love songs around, and singing them in the same voice he would've used forty years ago. "An Epic Story," "Man of Extremes" and "C Voyeurger" are the love letters anyone would be happy to have written to them, though surely, most of us would have given up wishing and hoping by the time we'd become someone's wife of forty-seven years.