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ALBUM REVIEW: Dr. John | Anutha Zone
The piano plays a lonesome tune, a mournful lilting melody over a star speckled ebony sky lighting a silvery home of graves. Clouds pass the dark soundless landscape. A chill is in the air and you know something or someone is watching me, you, or your kin as you step lightly through the night. So, today we are going to explore the dark and light that is Doctor John
. His definition is beyond description. He is in a world unto himself, much like, um, himself.
“ I ain’t looking to hear from no king, no president, no governor, no mayor. . .”
Listen to this man’s music long enough and he will steal something from you. And then you will find yourself loving him more than ever, because as he takes, he gives. Don’t ask me to explain because I can’t, however, the more you listen, the more you will understand the mojo or should I say JuJu? The music he makes is infectious and wants to make you dance and dance and dance. All the ducks are in a row and he just continues to knock them down like a well-trained Carney. The beauty of his music is that just about the time you think it’s about one thing, he changes it up as evidenced by I Don’t Wanna Know in which he says:
“ I ain’t looking to hear from no king, no president, no governor, no mayor. . .”
Listen to this man’s music long enough and he will steal something from you. And then you will find yourself loving him more than ever, because as he takes, he gives. Don’t ask me to explain because I can’t, however, the more you listen, the more you will understand the mojo or should I say JuJu? The music he makes is infectious and wants to make you dance and dance and dance. All the ducks are in a row and he just continues to knock them down like a well-trained Carney. The beauty of his music is that just about the time you think it’s about one thing, he changes it up as evidenced by I Don’t Wanna Know in which he says:
“I don’t wanna know about evil…”
That seems to be the only thing he really knows about. Then back to the hip shaking groove of Anutha Zone
I mean, really, who would name a song that? And then you realize, the whole LP is named that…. But when you listen to it…. Everything seems to make sense. Followed up by I Like Ki Yoka
and we slip deep into the sexy swamp groove that makes you want to dance like a snake, a really bad snake. A slippery and smooth snake… and then, The Olive Tree
hits the phones and he takes you ever deeper into the swamp… leading you in like a native, like a happy guy with no thought of tomorrow, no feeling of remembering how to get out. And you are lost in a foamy fog that embraces you, a happy camper in happy land.
About the time you think your soul will be spared, The Stroke
hits you like a freight train from hell. Luckily your singer is telling the devil he can go strait back where he came from, because if he wasn’t I think we would all be in trouble. Finishing it all off is, Sweet Home New Orleans
an up tempo groove. Happy go lucky my friends. Way to send us all off on a good note Doc!
“You know home is where the heart is…”
Catch you on the flip boys and girls. -mke
About the time you think your soul will be spared, The Stroke
“You know home is where the heart is…”
Catch you on the flip boys and girls. -mke

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