it’s a tough gig being a poet these days.
not enough if you spit yourself spitless on any given fourth sunday
people need a piece of you.
and how many poets fall into emcee syndrome
losing what makes them special?
how many poets lose what makes them special when stuffed in a studio?
where, oh where,
can we find a poet whose cd captures their gift?
word to the WHY?s
the latest cd by rachel kann
it leads you in with a just of tease of eastern flavor
add one breakbeat
dj lynk on the wheels of steel
and then stir in one rhythmic voice
that goes somethin’ like:
trying to be right...
and it just gets hotter from there.
eleven tracks stacked back to back give rise to that
and let me step back for a minute
like a polite james brown
and try to break down what i dig about this disc
it’s mad eclectic
and none of it sounds forced
rachel works in, with, and around music like a dance partner
and fills in the blanks with her imagery and emotion.
she puts herself out there
and whether she’s rocking a crowd, talking with BessKepp
or exploring her fear of fire all by herself
words aren’t wasted.
there are tracks with music
there are tracks a capella
there are live tracks
and it’s all good
and she’s not only good, y’all
she’s good for you.
and in her own words
"i hope there’s no place you need to BE"
because in this age of sugar-coated cheap poppy goodness
rachel’s an honest-to-goodness authentic being full of honest goodness
with good amounts of honesty and humor and candor
and stories of Pandora’s Box flung wide open
love songs to the past
and flirtations with the future
ending with a soulkissoff
a brilliant benediction
not to be mistaken for a mission statement
as rachel’s words to the WHYs
sum her art up better than i ever could:
I was chosen by God to rub salt in the cut
so I know in my gut I’m alive
believe the hype.