Blues in all Flavors is a kid's CD, and it's as hip and uncondescending as Sesame Street discs (and if you didn't dig Sesame Street, then report for psychiatric evaluation—I'm exempt, having just picked up the Fraggle Rock box sets for all four seasons). Anyone not of working age tends to come in for short shrift in just about everything in our society, and thus I've always been gratified with movies like the Bill & Ted pair that didn't kiss Republican moral ass while yet respecting the intelligence and humors of the early teen years. Blues in All Flavors aims for a younger crowd than even that but blends hipness with needful lyrics about the virtues of eating your vegetables and washing up while even turning Soul Brother #1's classic Please Please Please into a ditty on good manners.
All Flavors isn't a burning torrent of hot soul, smokin' rock, and morose blues 'cause it's not intended to be. Gaye Adegbalola is more interested in hitting kid's where they live and maybe just a notch or two above; adult passions aren't in the game plan, kids get enough of that on TV and everywhere else. Thank You follows Please Please Please, as it Emily Postily or Whoopi Goldbergily should, and in Delta slide mode to boot, but dig this: Gaye not only sings everywhere in the CD but also plays those cool slide lines, harmonica, and spoons, while kicking in stomps and hand-jive claps as Roddy Barnes tackles the piano and Jeff Covert plays percussion and an array of instruments as wide as the singer's.
So, all y'all grown-ups, this ain't for you. Sorry, but that's just the case, ya can't have ever'thang just 'cause ya managed to reach your middle and later years by not screwing up too much while bitin' the bullet when ya should. No, this is expressly for your children, and, to my mind, should be put in all the schools across the country, especially the first, second, and third grades ('cause if'n ya hain't got these melodic lessons across to 'em by 4th grade, you fucked up somewhere and good luck on bridging the gap, Elroy). It has a number of rootsy, blues, and early rock styles—no Eddie Van Halen, no Ozzy Osbourne, no Lady Gaga or Madonna—that will have the younguns movin', groovin', and soon hip to matters sadly all too invisible in the modern landsacpe.
Edited by: David N. Pyles
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