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It doesn't take much to get me into an Arthur Russell state of mind. Sometimes, it's just the winter air chilling my bones that makes me want to float in the warm ocean that is his voice. Add in the invigorating bristles of that cello and you've got pure audio therapy. Let's go swimming!
With rare exceptions, Songblague usually chooses not to hang with love songs. It's not out of coldness. They just tend to bore me. Well, here is one of those rare exceptions, and yet again, it comes courtesy of Arthur Russell. Beyond the avant-disco innovations, he's just got a knack for expressing genuine tenderness with a childlike guilenessness that disarms you of cynicism. Here, it's a warm keyboard against brisk percussion that rushes ahead but still seems unhurried. And of course, that Kermit the Frog voice gently cooing the sweetest obliqueness you might ever hear.
It doesn't take much to get me into an Arthur Russell state of mind. Sometimes, it's just the winter air chilling my bones that makes me want to float in the warm ocean that is his voice. Add in the invigorating bristles of that cello and you've got pure audio therapy. Let's go swimming!
With rare exceptions, Songblague usually chooses not to hang with love songs. It's not out of coldness. They just tend to bore me. Well, here is one of those rare exceptions, and yet again, it comes courtesy of Arthur Russell. Beyond the avant-disco innovations, he's just got a knack for expressing genuine tenderness with a childlike guilenessness that disarms you of cynicism. Here, it's a warm keyboard against brisk percussion that rushes ahead but still seems unhurried. And of course, that Kermit the Frog voice gently cooing the sweetest obliqueness you might ever hear.
