This week's choice comes as several of my friends are experiencing periods of distress. During those times, this has been my fallback for the last 20 years now.
I rank this album among the three greatest recordings of all-time, along with Miles Davis' Kind Of Blue and John Coltrane & Johnny Hartman. While it may not have the influence or historic importance of the other two, it certainly possesses the same amount of PFM (pure fuckin' magic).
With the opening track, the band sets the tone of the album: sincere but unapologetic, in-your-face blues. Tate and McKibbon create a slightly funky but laid-back path for Forrester's organ, which acts as a vehicle for Ruth's story of woe. On Good Morning Heartache, Forrester's haunting organ tones create a perfect backdrop for Brown's embittered vocals that literally cause the hairs on the back of one's neck to rise. However, Brown's tongue-in-cheek delivery on If I Can't Sell It and I Don't Break Dance keep the entire album from getting too gloomy. St. Louis Blues is a tour-de-force that seemingly just won't quit, even when seems nearly impossible for it to keep going.
And then there is Am I Blue. For my money, possibly the most beautiful recording ever made. The wonderful dialog between guitar and piano, the pure emotion of Brown's vocals, and the soulful wail of Crawford's alto all combine to create perfection. Words just cannot adequately describe it. At least, not any that I can think of.
