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No updates lately, because I've mostly been hunkering down and working on the book. S.'s hair continues to be curly, he continues to be adorable and adored, and he now has a vocabulary of roughly seven words ("bubble," "baby," "bye-bye," "ball," "bah!," "duck" and "cat"--I'm told "daddy" is in there too, but I haven't heard it yet, and here I was hoping that my Father's Day would be like that episode of The Simpsons).

All I want to listen to any more is lush old disco--now that I think I've finally fully internalized the Tom Moulton compilation on Soul Jazz, my favorite cooking music is Journey Into Paradise: The Larry Levan Story. (Last night: "red-cooked" daikon, and cold asparagus with a Korean sauce, both from my standby, Madhur Jaffrey's World Vegetarian, plus a hijiki/tofu thing Lisa had made.) And the song that stopped me in my tracks as I was trying to learn how to roll-cut daikon was Phreek's "Weekend," which I've heard plenty of times before but finally got. The Todd Terry Project's version of "Weekend" has been one of my favorite songs since I heard it in must've been 1987--that version is actually Class Action's cover of Phreek's song, with the instrumental track ripped away and not just reorchestrated but almost entirely reharmonized by Terry, and re-grafted on with the world's trebliest drum machine. (I heard Terry's version first, and when I heard Phreek's, I was initially baffled by the weird jazz chords in the "night and day I was patient" part.) (I actually always thought it'd be fun to play something based on Terry's arrangement with a live band, although it'd require a drummer willing to play nothing but lead snare.) But that Phreek version--it sounds like it's speeding up after the breakdown, but it's really not, it's just turning up the thermostat.

And after searching for, admittedly, not very long, I still can't find the name of Phreek's singer. Does anybody know? Her vocal on that song is a phenomenal dramatic performance--she starts out in concerned but generic soul-kitten mode, suggesting that the song is just about going out to dance and flirt, but by a couple of verses in, she's turned up her own thermostat, and matching the tone of the lyric, which is essentially "you're getting on my nerves, so I'm going out to get laid; don't wait up. Tomorrow night either."


Nick said:

I found this interview, which indicates that the vocalist is Christine Wiltshire, but also, interestingly, that the performance was an amalgam of a bunch of different takes because she had a lot of trouble with the song and couldn't get one good take.

Nick said:

The html seems not to have worked in my first comment. The interview is here: http://www.redbullmusicacademy.com/TUTORS.9.0.html?act_session=120

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