Sly Stone was that legendary soul singer who wooed the hearts of millions of Americans with his paradigm-shifting funk that formed the foundation for today's urban music. The media found him self-medicating his sorrow, living in a van in south Los Angeles.
This week is full of funky flashbacks, false steps, and bad musical jokes. Sly Stone is still missing and Blue October can't get beyond the rage. Leave it to Jeff Bridges and his country heart to keep the week from being a total blow-out.
Most of the "new" music I've gotten into this year is actually old music that's never been heard before, dredged up from the vaults just in time to make a buck before recorded music ceases to have any monetary value whatsoever.