The Old Testament: Fela Kuti   I haven't wanted to listen to
anything but Fela Kuti for weeks. It's getting a little weird.
In the car, Expensive Shit/He Miss Road has monopolized my
stereo. and at home, rather than feebly attempt productivity,
I've burnt countless hours scrounging around miscellaneous
legally dubious corners of the web vainly attempting to acquire
his entire discography. This isn't the first time I've been on a
Fela kick either. When I bought Expensive Shit, a few years
back, I had a nice few weeks driving around Los Angeles, letting
the afro-beat horns shower my eardrums with a soft copper rain
and occasionally doing my best white-boy afro chants along with
Fela (it wasn't pretty, we'll leave it at that.).  But this
obsession is different and I'm not quite sure what to ascribe it
to. Maybe it's that after having pretty much ignored jazz for my
first 26 years of living, I've been listening to a lot of it
over the past few months, digging (I believe this is the only
suitable verb) Miles, Colt