Drawing inspiration as well as comparison to Bob Dylan, these solo artists walk the lonely road of unsung heroes. Eluding the spotlight for far too long, they stalk the sound waves like giants hiding behind leafless trees in winter.
Someone is bound to see.
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A magician and master in the art of storytelling,
Josh Ritter’s ability to tell a graphic novel through song is unprecedented.
The wave of energy continuously passes from one medium to another
building momentum...
It is only a matter of time before this wave crashes against the invisible wall that divides the mainstream from what lays hidden in the fog.
Get your surfboards ready.
The wave is coming…
Soul
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These three genres mingle effortlessly, like puppies on a Sunday at the dog park. It can be very difficult to distinguish them from one another. I have no doubt some of these songs belong in a different category- just like one of those dogs going home with the wrong owner. And, you won’t find out until it shits on your rug, or in this case until you start grooving.
Rock N' Roll
Rules of the groove:
Soul is the slow head bob + sluggish, silent snapping of the fingers.
Funk takes hold of the legs and works it’s way up- a jive that flows unique to each song.
And Rock n' Roll is a spectacular mix of the two
Of course, everyone knows rules are meant to be broken, so just grove and never let embarrassment touch you.
For the one who is too cool to groove never learned the golden rule of preschool:
Do what feels right
You didn’t wait for any toilet, or for that kid to stop playing with those Legos… You smashed his ugly spaceship and built that skyscraper. Now take the dance floor and dismantle the spell that binds the stagnate bodies to the floor.
“Zsuzsanna Eva Ward. Say it again. Damnnnn. No way her
music is as cool as her name though. What’s that? Oh it is? Adele best be
watchin’ her back then! Haha, you feel me child?”
-Big Mama
ZZ Ward or Z-suz as I like to call her is fresh on the scene;
droppin’ her EP in 2012 and already making waves enough to stir the Piranha.
“Rock is dead” Stated by the Who in (’72) was a hollow claim
deserving of little merit. Rock was still relatively young, and arguably in its
prime. Today however, rock is 40 years older. And, someone could possibly
make the argument that rock is dying, or perhaps on it’s way out… best years
behind her. And for those people, I have but two words… Alabama… Shakes…
I’m sensing the tingle of mainstream revival in the air.
