Here’s another cd mp3 compilation that covers genres, eras, & even countries. Epic rock, funk, disco, retro & meditation – who could ask for more? Khrishna Das has been described as “the chant master of American yoga.” One doesn’t have to know yoga to enjoy this meditative music. I have Breath of the Heart & One Track Heart. New Age world music of the top order. Evocative & emotionally resonant. Good for writing to as well.
The rest of this compilation is not as transcendent but is definitely emotionally resonant starting with the classic: Meat Loaf: Bat Out Of Hell. Epic, operatic rock that still tops the oldies charts. I remember the seismic shock when this was first released & everyone was listening to it. I still love it. Sadly there was no really successful follow up – operatic quickly became bombastic tripe. If you are one of the few people on earth who has never heard Bat, do so asap 🙂
Speaking of earth here too is Rare Earth: In Concert. Solid rock/funk. More about them when I get to ‘r’ on the shelf. But we won’t wait for ‘r’ for Revolver Reloaded. This is a set of cover versions of the Beatles’ Revolver. This remake of a vintage lp is a popular nostalgia genre now. Good fun by British bands I’ve never heard of & some nice re-imaginings others too reverent.
For some more earthbound balance is Ray Charles: The Very Best Of – classic rock before classic rock was invented. I have vague recollections of some of these songs on the radio & was happy to add it here. Finally some classic disco with Jackie Moore: I’m On My Way. I have clear memories of sweating to this on the dance floor & never wanting the song to end. A great voice, great production & like many disco albums only the singles pop.
Murder on the TTC
Jan was walking up the stairs when her cell began to ring. There were too many people around her for easy access to it. At the top she stepped aside.
“Hello.”
“Jan thought you’d want to know. They found a body at the Bloor station!”
It was her sister Karen.
“Yeah I saw the police when we passed through there.”
“It was Peter Manonotti.”
“What!” she automatically started back down the stairs. Manonotti was one of the most vocal city council members when it came to matters transit.
“I gotta go. Can’t be caught tipping you off.”
“Thanks, sis.” Karen was a subway driver. “Don’t want you to get fired on my account.”
“Fired! Ha. I have a union. Takes more than this to get rid of a tough dyke like me.”
Jan got on the next train back. Manonotti dead. Murder on the TTC. She could see the headlines now. She stepped off again at Bloor and made her way down the stairs and up to the other side. Maybe this would be the scoop she needed.
A yellow tape marked a corner from the top of the stairs to the gateway. Patrons were being moved along directed by police and transit security. Both washrooms were now out of bounds.
She pulled her press card out of her purse ready to show it to the officer in charge of moving people along.
“Can you tell me what happened Office Lee.” She glanced at his badge.
“Nothing to tell.”
“I hear there’s been a body found?”
“Some guy had a heart attack taking a crap.”
“Oh.”
“Out of the way people so the medics can get though.”
He pushed her aside into the crowd that had formed.
TOpoet 