Word: albums
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...soul to make Hendrix smile from above. He performed everything from "Tangled up in Blue" to "All Along the Watchtower" to "Desolation Row". But the most touching moment was Dylan's "Not Dark Yet", which was the sole post-Blood on the Tracks song, from his most recent album, Time Out of Mind...
...after its initial release. Hailing from Wales, the Manics have only grown stronger since the tragic disappearance of original lyricist Richey James, and This is My Truth, in equal parts political and passionate, picks up where the previous Everything Must Go left off. As you might expect from an album whose first single is called "If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next," it's a dour piece. The wrenching anguish in James Bradfield's voice combines with Nicky Wire's lyrics ("I've got to stop smiling it gives the wrong impression") to create an air of bleakness...
...cover, for instance, in a parody of Marilyn Monroe in the sewed-on gown singing Happy Birthday, Mr. President. When an uproar ensued, Kennedy pretended he didn't understand what the fuss was about. Or maybe he really didn't understand--it was just another image from the family album...
...female instrumentalist, not a singer, and she plays the violin, which, although it has a long history in jazz, is not considered by all fans to be a core jazz instrument. However, for Carter, her violin is her voice--soaring, sighing, demanding, convincing. Carter's previous album, Something for Grace, was a smooth-jazz, easy-listening affair. Her newest release, Rhythms of the Heart (Verve), swings harder, aims higher and cuts deeper...
...Detroit-born Carter, who studied classical music as a child but switched to jazz in high school, has played backup for some of the top performers in jazz, including Wynton Marsalis. In this album she steps into the spotlight. Her sound has echoes of the jazz-violin greats of the past: the melodic instincts of Stephane Grappelli, the sweet swing of Stuff Smith...