Not
too long ago, I was in New Haven with my dad, wife and son and we went to a
pizza place for lunch. When we walked
in, they had a poster up for Leyla McCalla and I pointed it out to my dad,
showing him that it was pretty close to our last name and may or may not be
pronounced similarly.
I
took a picture of the poster, intending to look her up and see what she was all
about, somewhat thinking that she was a local musician as well. And then I see that she has released an album
on Fat Possum and realize that I should have heard of her before, but hey, this
was a nice reminder to listen to her music.
McCalla
combines the history of the blues with classical rock n roll to tell stories in
songs that are unlike anything else you’ve ever heard. As if this experience itself could not be
unique enough based upon the content of the songs, she finds herself singing
one of these songs in French.
Wow. Well played, possible cousin. Well played.
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