||Sugar Man||Rodriguez||3:49||$2.19||View in iTunes|
||Only Good for Conversation||Rodriguez||2:23||$2.19||View in iTunes|
||Crucify Your Mind||Rodriguez||2:32||$2.19||View in iTunes|
||Hate Street Dialogue||Rodriguez||2:33||$2.19||View in iTunes|
||Forget It||Rodriguez||1:50||$2.19||View in iTunes|
||Inner City Blues||Rodriguez||3:26||$2.19||View in iTunes|
||I Wonder||Rodriguez||2:34||$2.19||View in iTunes|
||Like Janis||Rodriguez||2:36||$2.19||View in iTunes|
||Gommorah (A Nursery Rhyme)||Rodriguez||2:21||$2.19||View in iTunes|
||Rich Folks Hoax||Rodriguez||3:05||$2.19||View in iTunes|
||I'll Slip Away||Rodriguez||2:20||$2.19||View in iTunes|
||You'd Like to Admit It||Rodriguez||2:34||$2.19||View in iTunes|
There was a mini-genre of singer/songwriters in the late '60s and early '70s that has never gotten a name. They were folky but not exactly folk-rock and certainly not laid-back; sometimes pissed off but not full of rage; alienated but not incoherent; psychedelic-tinged but not that weird; not averse to using orchestration in some cases but not that elaborately produced. And they sold very few records, eluding to a large degree even rediscovery by collectors. Jeff Monn, Paul Martin, John Braheny, and Billy Joe Becoat were some of them, and Sixto Rodriguez was another on his 1970 LP, Cold Fact. Imagine an above-average Dylanesque street busker managing to record an album with fairly full and imaginative arrangements, and you're somewhat close to the atmosphere. Rodriguez projected the image of the aloof, alienated folk-rock songwriter, his songs jammed with gentle, stream-of-consciousness, indirect putdowns of straight society and its tensions. Likewise, he had his problems with romance, simultaneously putting down (again gently) women for their hang-ups and intimating that he could get along without them anyway ("I wonder how many times you had sex, and I wonder do you know who'll be next" he chides in the lilting "I Wonder"). At the same time, the songs were catchy and concise, with dabs of inventive backup: a dancing string section here, odd electronic yelps there, tinkling steel drums elsewhere. It's an album whose lyrics are evocative yet hard to get a handle on even after repeated listenings, with song titles like "Hate Street Dialogue," "Inner City Blues" (not the Marvin Gaye tune), and "Crucify Your Mind" representative of his eccentric, slightly troubled mindset. As it goes with folk-rock-psych singer/songwriters possessing captivating non sequitur turns of the phrase, he's just behind Arthur Lee and Skip Spence, but still worth your consideration.
In an age when manufactured music dulls the senses or evaporates like water on a hot pavement, the melodies and lyrics lovingly and painfully crafted by Rodriguez continue to resonate decades after being recorded. Full marks to iTunes for pulling this one out of archival oblivion. Listen to this musician - he will not disappoint.
A Good Album
I have been desperately trying to get hold of this album cause I use to have it on CD ... Wicked cant wait to relive this music again !!! Such a good album nice work itunes !!!
Still going strong
A friend put me onto Rodriguez, I saw him play in Sydney last year, and he is just an incredibly charismatic performer who deserves a wider audience. His songs just sink in and stay with you...
Born: 10 July 1942 in Detroit, MI
Years Active: '60s, '70s, '80s, '90s, '00s, '10s