Best songs of 2017 II: Your #TinPodShuffle for Sunday, Jan 21, 2018:

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A man is only as good as his word. Word. As promised last week, more 2017 musical bits and bobs:

Best albums of 2017? Here’s my faves:

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My service provider has requested I post a list of my favourite albums for 2017 because the torrent of requests for one threatens to explodes my inbox and crash their server. At least I think that’s what the notice said.
#TinPodShuffle
Alex Lahey – I Love You Like A Brother
Bedouine – Bedouine
Bruce Cockburn – Bone On Bone
Carmen Souza – Creology
Colter Wall – Colter Wall
Feist – Pleasure
k.flay – Every Where Is Some Where
Leif Vollebekk – Twin Solitude
Lukas Nelson & Promise Of The Real – Promise Of The Real
Martha Tilston – Nomad
Melanie De Biasio – Lilies
National – Sleep Well Beast
North Mississippi Allstars – Prayer For Peace
Robert Randolph & The Family Band – Got Soul
Rose Cousins – Natural Conclusion

Review: Once again Chuck Prophet successfully negotiates the crosswalks of life and other shite I wrote about his latest, Bobby Fuller

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Chuck Prophet – Bobby Fuller Died For Your Sins (2017)
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Chuck Prophet’s best recent albums feel like an invite to come out and see a local band with him. It’ll be fun – we’ll grab a few drinks, dance, get sweaty, meet some folk, share some laughs and some feels, maybe get some food after … let our hair down, get home safe.

He has a playful, disarming way about him that lets him cross the fourth wall. There’s an earnest purposefulness to it, but at the end of the night you’d never say he was the bossy one.

“Crap about Bowie dying huh,” you might have said at one point and he’d have said/sung, “Yeah, it was a Bad Year For Rock and Roll.” Or “See Oakland cops shot another dark kid,” and he’d nod, “Yup. Alex Nieto. Good kid. Worked. Going to school. Sitting on a park bench eating a burrito. WTF?” Or later, when you were wearing a lampshade giggling “hey, look at me,” Chuck might have come back at you with some stand-up routine about being Connie Britton and say it’s ok, Jesus Was A Social Drinker too.

As with 2012’s Temple Beautiful, a wistful insider’s street guide to San Francisco during the tech buck invasion, his dud-free Bobby Fuller (who dat?) is an amber light at the intersection of where we’ve been and where we’re going.
Chuck’s driving; we’re safe.

Like Kate Wolf before her, Martha Tilston finds peace and perspective outdoors

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Martha Tilston – Nomad (2017)

Sitting by the ocean looking out or outdoors on a starry night looking up, it’s nigh impossible not to become reflective. That is where English folkie Martha Tilston sets the vignettes on her latest (7th) album, a gently-prodding pondering of the human condition – or at least her own experience of it.

“Oh the beauty we could see if we could just know who we are”, she sings (Kate Wolf-like) on the concluding track Blue Pearl and by then, if you’ve been wise and taken Nomad outside with you to commune with nature, you’ll find that just as liberating as she has.

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