Category Archives: Record store high jinks

Funkadelic (Westbound, 1970)

Man I hope I slap this hard when I turn 50.
The original.
The tweaked/freaked version via PS Elements!

Bill Withers, Just As I Am (Sussex, 1971)

Gratitude rundown this week:

  • @boomservicenyc on Discogs for your spectacularly low price on that Fatback Band record. I’m following the tracking and it should arrive tomorrow, thanks to the mighty USPS. Related: thank you to the mighty USPS.
  • Jason Hehir for the Last Dance doc on ESPN, and to Rudy Chung, music supervisor, for the decision to put “I’m Bad” over that footage of Michael Jeffrey Jordan LIGHTING UP THE FUCKING CELTICS, because it truly moved me and 5 days later I’m still thinkin about it so bravo.
  • My mom for location scouting for me because I needed a brick wall to do this cover. In the end, I was too self-conscious to take a pic out in the real world so I used brick photo paper in my living room, but Mom, your kindness did not go unnoticed.
  • Wild, wonderful West Virginia, for giving us Jerry West, the white Jason Williams, Randy Moss, and William Harrison Withers, Jr.
  • Stills, Nash, Booker T., and anyone else in the studio during the Just As I Am sessions, for encouraging Bill to leave all 26 “I know”s in “Ain’t No Sunshine.”
  • WordPress’ generous character allowance for its captions, as it has allowed me to self-indulgently write all these lines while I struggle with thinking of something fitting to say about Bill Withers that would describe how his music has shaped me but still… I got nothin, other than to say his voice is like a hug on your grandma’s porch and goddammn if this man couldn’t take the most regular mundane thing in life like a Harlem radiator and show you some meaning and beauty in it that you’ve been overlooking while you’re getting ready for work and worrying about your checking account.

George Benson, White Rabbit (CTI, 1972)

Happy Easter!

HAHAHAHA GET IT WHITE RABBIT DO YOU GET IT GUYS

Hey how do you make an album with Benson Hancock Laws Moreira Cobham and Carter sound less than stellar? Add Don Sebesky’s fluffy flowery overdone orchestrations. Sigh.


Naked and (naked-ish) lady covers!

I make 2 appearances in this photo.