C.O.G. performing at the House of Mtenzi, July 7, 2011
Somewhere between 1970 and 1980, the lines between blues and soul became blurred. In the urban areas, soul had given way to funk, and the emerging hip-hop and R & B genres, but in rural areas, particularly in the south, blues and soul remained. Production styles changed, the music became more electrified and sequenced, but the emphasis on singers, and on tales of juke joint parties and back-door affairs remained constant. This formula, known today as “Southern Soul” is a remarkable subculture, at once as insular as swamp pop or beach music. Its stars might be unknown outside the subculture, but they perform to packed houses night after night in places like Wetumpka, Holly Springs or Monroe, Louisiana, and O. B. Buchana is one of those rising stars.
His album “It’s My Time”, released in 2009 by Memphis-based Ecko Records, follows the usual formula, with feel-good party songs like “Groove Thang” and “Let’s Dance”, and songs about break-ups or cheating, such as “Looks Like It’s Over” and “We Know It’s Wrong.” Suggestive or even sexually explicit songs, often with the use of double entendre, are a big part of the genre, and Buchana offers those too, with “Did You Put Your Foot In It?” (a duet with Mr. Sam) and “Slow Lick It.” But the naughtiness and partying is suddenly forgotten with the title track “It’s My Time”, a moving soulful ballad that expresses both Buchana’s aspirations as an artist and his appreciation for his fans. The album is closed out by a duet with labelmate Ms. Jody called “One Way Love.” While “It’s My Time” offers little deviation from the accepted southern soul formula, it is a well-conceived and well-performed album, and a perfect introduction to this little-known genre of music.Â
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minilaptop410: A good female friend of mine has repeatedly told me that maybe I should start talking to white chicks. Hmmmmm? The truly wise understand …
While the police continued investigating at Union and Third, a couple of blocks to the south on Beale, it was still a party as usual, with a dancing crowd enjoying the band at Handy Park, July 3, 2011
While we had been at the fireworks show on Mud Island, a tragedy was unfolding at the Doubletree Hotel on Union at Third downtown, when a man shot his wife’s ex-husband and a police officer after a domestic disturbance. The police were still investigating as the Memphis Redbirds shot off their fireworks after their game, July 3, 2011
It’s about more than basketball. And I really do believe in Memphis…if we can build a team of people who do, there is nothing our city can’t accomplish.
Never give up on your dreams. I know what it feels like for people around you not to believe in your dreams…keep pushin’ anyway…
9th Wonder (via jayfingers)
Fireworks at Mud Island, Memphis, July 3, 2011