Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Fitz & The Tantrums
I decided about a year ago that I no longer liked reading Rolling Stone. I didn't renew. I was sure I'd be missing nothing. Then, the magazines just started coming again. No bill or explanation. From the looks of the mailing label, I now have a subscription through October, 2011. I'm sure this isn't a local miracle, like the crying Saint at St. Demetrius. (Or was it an apple turnover that looked like Desi Arnaz? I forget.) The death of print is no laughing matter, and this extended, free (I think) but still unwanted subscription, is probably one of the many desperate attempts to keep readership. For free, RS is not that bad. For free, I don't mind the endless stories and photos of Lady Gaga and John Mayer.
The last couple of weeks I got to read Lennon's last interview, Bono's favorite Bowie songs, and a letter from a Morrissey fanatic who is losing sleep because writer Rob Sheffield compared the Moz to Taylor Swift...or something like that.
I did also find out that Fitz & The Tantrums is a very cool band out of Detroit, who sound like some of your fave Motown artists of the 60s, if maybe they crossed paths with the Dap Kings at an afternoon session in Brooklyn. Thing is, Daryl Hall said this 2 months earlier on his still very essential web show, "Live From Daryl's House." Unfortunately, I missed that episode, so I'm crediting RS for this welcome discovery.
Check out this record. I'm loving all of it, and this tune in particular is really helpful in making me forget some shit. It just happens to be the title track.
PICKIN' UP THE PIECES
You can hear more, and maybe even buy it, below.