Back in the early 1990s when I lived in Milwaukee, I worked at a sub shop next to a record store. Remember "record stores?" They sold tapes and records and even new things called "CDs" then and people would go to them and physically pick up their music and then go put the tape into the boom box at the sub shop they worked at and rock out.
One day, when I stopped by the record shop on my way to work to browse through the remainder bin -- I worked at a sub shop, remember. I couldn't afford to buy music from anywhere but the remainder bin, so my music tastes have always focused around those things that were too obscure, too lame, or too old to still be on the shelves-- there was a small crowd around a guy by the register. I didn't know who the guy at the register was, and the crowd was
very small -- 3 people. But they were 3 very excited people. So I went over and asked "What's going on?" to the cash register guy.
"This is Johnny Clegg," he said.
"Who?" I asked.
To which Johnny Clegg held up his cassingle -- the worst idea in the history of music-- of his song "Cruel Crazy Beautiful World." Here's that song:
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This is so great. I had a similar experience with Johnny Clegg. I found one of his CDs in the library while I was searching for 'real African music' like 'the Lion Sleeps Tonight'. I fell in love with his music and started searching out everything I could find about him. I started a yahoogroup called Scatterlings which is for fans of JC and his various bands. He is still performing and he is still recording. The son he sings about in Cruel, Crazy, Beautiful World is grown up now.
Thanks for sharing.
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I'll check out the group. I didn't know "Cruel, Crazy" was actually about a person -- although it's a good song to sing to/with your kids if you have them. Thanks for reading!
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