Wednesday, December 18, 2013
an English soul-blaster
Last night as I wandered aimlessly through the living room, the TV set was tuned to The Voice. And at that moment, five young folks were singing together a rendition of "Hold On I'm Coming." All five had technically impressive pop-style voices. Not one had the sheerest trace of a molecule of soulful cool.
Someone should write a scientific paper or convene an arcane symposium on the rare eruption of youthful, earthy cool. How it is that Eric Burdon became possible and then happened.