Chan Marshall Owns My Ass

So my unusual silence here could best be described as audio-derived.

Not only have I bought and installed new stereos and MP3 players, I’ve been listening to Cat Power’s Jukebox on repeat since it came out, and the verdict is in.

Chan Marshall Owns My Ass.

There’s only one original song on the album, Song for Bobby, a  sultry love-letter to Dylan that must have the man listening intently.  Being an avid fan of Dusty Springfield, and the great soul singers of the past, her voice kills me.

Give me more.  Now.


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