Top 25 Voices Ever

In this flaccid, useless period I'm currently existing in, I've had time to think about doing lots of things--knitting sweaters, alphabetizing my CDs, rearranging the furniture in my bedroom--fun, constructive things like that. Unfortunately, the more idle I am, the lazier I get, as evidenced by my recent purchase of bottled water to save me from descending stairs for refreshment. (Sad, so very sad.)

Despite my hatred for all things metabolically challenging, I have done plenty of music downloading and listening (all legal, I swear *fingers crossed*) and have come to some small epiphanies regarding my taste. My weird dispassion for Marvin Gaye, Minnie Riperton, and others of that ilk? Explained away by my recent tide of music acquisitions. Let me walk you through it.

Despite my current heathenry, I grew up in the Baptist church and was impressed with some pretty strong musical memories. Sitting in the pulpit (for hours--both for Sunday school and regular service) was one hell of a job, but the choir almost always redeemed the whole exercise; the sense of communal belonging, submitting together to our imperfections before some larger being and, for a moment, without ego, is something I miss. I simply don't have that type of community around me anymore. It makes plenty of sense, then, since I'm super nostalgic anyway, that I would miss those sounds now that I have little access to them. All of this to say I love churchy sounding folks---the burly, stout church-sounding folks, the ones that remind me of those buttery pancake and sugary grits Sunday school breakfasts. This is why I prefer Donnie Hathaway over Marvin Gaye and Millie Jackson over Minnie Riperton; their sounds are so much more raw and earnest, so much closer to the sounds I remember from those long-ass hours in church as a child.

Often these folks go unsung (check your local listings for a pretty awesome four-part miniseries on Donny Hathaway, Phyllis Hyman, The Clark Sisters, and Debarge on TV One), so I thought I'd take some time to appreciate my top 25 voices in music, take a little of my space to give them the accolades they deserve and to expose my two or three readers to them. Enjoy.



To start, in no particular order, we have:

25. Johnnie Taylor - I've gone on and on about him on this blog, and in some ways, he doesn't really belong here since he's been a successful artist. However, he's not a household name and that is simply not acceptable, so it doesn't really hurt. From taking over lead duties after Sam Cooke left the Soul Stirrers to his early millennium hit about a broke and stranded woman at the casino (Hi, Mom!), this mans voice turned almost everything he sang into straight platinum. I still regret never seeing him live. (It almost happened. I was supposed to see him at the 2000 Blues Fest, but he died of a heart attack soon before.)

Who's Making Love


What About My Love


When the Gates Swing Open w/ The Soul Stirrers


24. Meli'sa Morgan - I still don't get the apostrophe. Melly-suh? Whatever. This woman helped define my early tastes, those that were my own and not just an extension of my parents'. Sorry, y'all, I do prefer her version of "Do Me Baby."

Do Me Baby


Fool's Paradise (Extended Version)


Love Changes w/ Kashif



23. Rachelle Ferrell - Homegirl can just sing, for no reason, retarded notes and shit. It's ridiculous. I'd always liked her, especially the early-90s material, but once I saw her at the African Festival of the Arts some years back, it was solidified.

Nothing Has Ever Felt Like This w/ Will Downing


You Don't Know What Love Is


Til You Come Back Me


22. Sharon Bryant - I have always wanted her voice. I mean, Barbara Weathers can sing and everything, but Sharon led the Atlantic Starr I love most. Too bad that solo career didn't work out too well.

When Love Calls (Atlantic Starr)


Circles (Atlantic Starr)


Am I Dreaming? (Atlantic Starr)


21. Lou Rawls - My fellow Chicagoan had a voice like chocolate fudge, rich and oh so satisfying (take that, take that, take that!). My dad always sang "Tobacco Road" when I was a youngin', but "You'll Never Find" was, of course, the song. His back up vocals on Sam Cooke's "Bring it on Home to Me" didn't hurt either.

Bring it on Home to Me w/ Sam Cooke


Southside Blues/Tobacco Road


You'll Never Find Another Love Like Mine


20. Bobby Womack - Not just a singer, but a writer, producer, and session player. Another alumnus of The Soul Stirrers and responsible for my favorite Rufus/Chaka Khan song.

I'm in Love


Across 110th Street


California Dreamin' (Live)


19. Rahsaan Patterson - Rahsaan Patterson loves Chaka Khan. This is evident. However, that does not change the fact dude got some serious go. See him live and tell me otherwise. He'll stand on stage with a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and show off.

It Ain't Love


Street Life


Where You Are (Silk's Old School Mix)


To Be Continued

My Favorite Bobbys

It's February, which means we should be especially appreciative of black folks. Of my favorite Bobbys, I'm appreciative all year round. They bring me joy © Anita. However, some of you need to be put on. Consider this a gift, from me to you, wrapped in red, black, and green paper.




Bobby "Blue" Bland, born Robert Calvin Bland is the greatest blues/soul singer that people don't know. It's a shame too cuz the man is in his seventies and tours about as much as The Roots, which show he loves his fans. There isn't really a cute story that explains how he came into my life; I just pretty much grew up listening to him. My country-ass family (meant as a compliment) played him all the time. At every BBQ, family reunion, holiday, any occasion where music was warranted, Bobby backed us up. Years ago, he was a guest at the African Celebration of the Arts, the big festival in Washington Park, and I went. I was clearly the youngest person there, but the Bobby love was priceless.

Stormy Monday - The guitar solo makes you wanna slap somebody



Members Only - Standard Christmas music in my house


Little Boy Blue - Bobby broke this shit all the way down
DivShare File - 08 Little Boy Blue.m4a






I love Bobby Womack. He's made some of the best songs ever. He has that growl. His voice is rough but smooth. He knows that a "woman's gotta have it." There is no need for anyone to be deprived of his greatness. Partake, people.











Woman's Gotta Have It - It's true, she does


Across 110th Street - That's just too bad
DivShare File - 01 Across 110th Street.m4a

I Wish He Didn't Trust Me So Much






Last, my biggest celebrity crush ever. I have loved Bobby Brown since fifth grade. I would argue down any chick who dared put Christopher Williams or Al B. Sure on his level. Bobby had more swagger than all of them, and he made one of the greatest R&B albums of all time. For his marriage to that woman, I forgive him. Hell, I'm with her on the whole King of R&B thing, and I dare you to say anything about it (punk).

All Day All Night - One of his more slept on jams
DivShare File - 09 All Day All Night.m4a

Don't Be Cruel - Still not played


Roni