Kathleen Edwards is Canada's Sheryl Crow - except more talented, more profane and less likely to crank out mediocre radio-friendly crap like "Soak Up The Sun." I hear "Sweet Little Duck" and wanna weep into a tumbler of bourbon and drive to Manitoba, all through the night, all at the same time. She's got a new album out today - grab that one, and her debut - and learn to love the woman Sheryl wishes she was.
Say what you want about the amiable, ambling lameness of NPR - they've got killer taste in music (I've heard Thievery Corporation, old school Liz Phair and Wu-Tang Clan as bumpers on ATC.) And lately, All Songs Considered has been kicking out the jams - especially with my main man Jeff.
Prince Paul & Dan the Automator, kidz! HBMS has got a new album with more cameos than the Love Boat, bringing the breaks and the beats you need to stay well-groomed and funky enough for the ladies! The girls dig a groovy guy that loves the grooves. And these grooves are deep. They're gonna be on tour, soon, too.
And for those of you Hamleting and kvetching over whether or not to buy one of these things - Apple took the iPod photo down to $349. And if you opt for the Shuffle, and if you wait a bit, you can trick it out, crazy-style, too.
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Comparing Kathleen to Sheryl Crow is, well, its a fucking crime. God knows Theo has been guilty of some henious shit in his day, usually involving trash cans, Sam's Club booze and Kool Aide, but this is on par with comparing Heather Graham to Jennifer Garner. Sure, Garner is pretty and all, but she's still a Ben Affleck robot, where as Heather is an original. (Doubters, need I reminded you of License to Drive?) Plus, I've been to Dexter. Not good.
Here's the deal. I worship at the alter of Belleville, Ill. You can have your Radiohead and The Strokes and those ass clown siblings who don't count simply because they're from Detroit. (Shudder.) I'll take the boy from Bellevegas anyday, and the fact is, Jeff is still taking up multiple slots in the changer more than a decade since he started punching out records. And yet, after listening to Back to Me, I've got just six words: "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot: It's that good."
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