My tastes in music are catholic. Or rather, Catholic. As in Fauré's "Cantique de Jean Racine," Duruflé's "Four Motets" or the Bach "Magnificat." I really only like music that most of the world describes as classical - although in fact it's not just classical music I like, it's everything from plainchant to polyphony to baroque to romantic and onwards.
But, the first record I ever bought was a 45 of Chaka Khan with her group Rufus singing "Tell me something good."
I was ten. And now at 41, I've finally seen Chaka Khan sing her tough old heart out, on the waterfront of Stockholm harbor. Her voice could still no doubt split granite, despite all the booze and heroin.
Tell me something good - tell me, tell me, tell me,
tell me that you like it, oh yeah.
Oh yeah, I liked it. You are still the shit, Chaka Khan.
The Swedish phrase for the day is värsta brud. It means foxy chick. More or less.
- by Francis S.