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Duncan’s “In Rotation” Playlist

In Rotation 1/31

So the emphasis, for this inaugural “in rotation” playlist, is on music that I’ve been checkin’ out. Even though this week’s list has some pretty well established acts on it (there’s some even newer stuff that I’m pretty excited about, but I want to listen a little longer before I put it on the list). This week’s list has some killer stuff on it. We’ll start with a classic old track from Leonard Cohen, “Dance Me To The End Of Love”, that I can’t seem to get enough of. You’ll want to check out Shilpa Ray’s “Beating St. Louis” and “The Devil In You” from The Watson Twins (both of who, of course, I had the pleasure of interviewing recently, not to mention that The Watson Twins are droppin’ a new album in a couple of weeks). Ringo Starr’s “Walk With You”, with the amazing impromptu chorus back up vocals by Paul McCartney, “Always On My Mind” by Elvis Presley from Elvis 75, and Freedy Johston’s “Don’t Fall In Love With A Lonely Girl” are all solid tracks. And to round it out, “Don’t Make ‘Em Like U No More” from Ruben Studdard, “Another Likely Story” from Au Revoir Simone, “Run” from Vampire Weekend (which is deeply reminiscent of Paul Simon’s Graceland), and “I Want You So Bad I Can’t Breathe” from OK Go (which I effin’ love for all kinds of reasons). Check it out baby!

– Duncan

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Is Shilpa Ray the horny Frank Sinatra*

Shilpa Ray & the happy hookers

** Watch the interview to find out the story behind her potential new moniker! It’s certainly catchier than the vulgar Ella Fitgerald.

I wasn’t prepared for Shilpa Ray. She’s funny, real, friendly, and incredibly smart. As an Indian, should I expect any less of a Bengali woman whose parents lived less than a mile from where my parents live? My friend Justin Keller, a certified bad ass, insisted I check her out. And so I went. With an open mind. Shilpa and I chatted. We bonded. She’s been called the vulgar Ella Fitzgerald and I’ve got to say that maybe the horny Frank Sinatra fits better. Or maybe just old brown eyes, after all they’re both from Jersey. Just goes to show that you can spend your life learning harmonium, and realize that you were made for raw, permanently visceral vocals backed by a sleazy jazz band mixed with power punk meets just right music. The little club was filled with the power that is Shilpa Ray. I’ve met powerful Indian women – doctors, teachers, politicians, engineers, entrepreneurs – but none can match the shamanesque entrancement that Shilpa oozes. She is not here to please you. She isn’t trying to be nice. Instead, she’s here in full force, in a way that would make Janis Joplin (and Kris Kristofferson) proud. She channels both in some ways, yet you’ve got to mix in a little Nick Cave, some P.J. Harvey and some classical Indian music in the textural background behind the pounding bass line and drums. Shilpa Ray is pure woman. She’s a force to reckon with. And she’s bringing her cultural rock and roll to America – one club at a time. And yet she still loves fish, like every Bengali does, as do I.

– Duncan Alney