Sure, Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino's geek-fest ode to crappy quality, sticky-floored shlock was a bomb at movie theaters, but it's been a hit on our iPods—particuarly the soundtrack to Tarantino's half,
Death Proof. Those who stuck around long enough for the film's closing-credits sequence have no doubt already bubble-gum popped their eardrums out with April March's "Chick Habit"; but the real musical highlight comes courtesy of our man
Joe Tex, an underrated Southern soul singer if ever there was one. Before he joined the Nation of Islam and when he wasn't clowning around on late career tracks like "
Ain't Gonna Bump No More (With No Big Fat Woman)" or laying down the spoken-word, storytelling bricks that would later influence rap, he was pumping out sublime late 60's slow dancers like "The Love You Save (May Be Your Own)." Smooth ain't the word.
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Idolator
No better way to sign off from a busy day of blogging than with a rant. So you know what really chaps my hide? Ticketmaster! Yeah, very original, I know. But, having worked in media for several years now and having rarely gotten myself on a concert guest list—unlike the majority of music writers I know, including this site's regular editors (well, I did get on maybe once, but I was the plus-one, not the one to be plussed). So I've had to deal with the likes of Ticketmaster from time to time, what with their fees and their charges and their evil fees and charges.
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