It’s been some time since I have gotten around to a post trumpeting the graphic and the musical. I happened to notice the cover of last year’s master class by the mistress of enthusiasm, Ani DeFranco. In an immense darkness, lightly garnished by stars, the immensity of the skyscrape is anchored by a slight silhouette of trees
Is this a graphic allegory of our lives in America at this desperate juncture. Her music on this record sure seems so. It has the spirit of the Gil Scott Heron/Brian Jackson records from back in the back of the racks.
Maybe if you just need somebody to hold you like when you were a child during that long ago period when you liked to be held this is your lp. Empathy, sympathy, a radiant hint of not putting up with this anymore to boot. A quiet, funky defiance that seems to have been gestating and finally decided to escape.
It may just be, inside the gnarly odds, revolutionary love.