Hat tip to Mr. Kravitz (the newest Tumblr-using rock star) on this one.
I have a very detailed memory of falling in love with this song while watching him perform it “live” on VH1 Storytellers six years ago. It’s lead guitar riff and accompanying bassline drew me in from the get-go, but I remember becoming transfixed once he segued into the solo mid-way through the song.
For the sake of space, I’ll sum it up with this: the man is incredibly talented. In a time where the music industry is cluttered with cardboard cutout rockstars, there are few doing the vintage, funky rock and roll sound so well. And I’m pretty sure I could listen to Lenny Kravitz and his Gibson “Flying V” all day long.
My weekends are generally spent in a recurring cycle of inebriation, recrimination, and suicidal ideation. This is less worrisome than one would think; I rate it as a reasonable return on the damage I do to my ventromedial prefrontal cortex (or, as B.B. King might say, it’s my brain’s version of paying the cost to be the boss). Still, I’m rather troubled by a more recent development which happens on weekdays, when I am presumably less self-harming; I’ve started to involuntarily blurt out words from my internal monologue while in public . Now, I’m not having full-on conversations with myself aloud or anything, but I will find myself walking down the street and suddenly be aware that I’m giving voice to bits and pieces from the old ongoing mental conversation. Sometimes it’s something as simple as “Thursday” or “should’ve” or “those motherfuckers” but usually it’s more personal and plaintive, like “you idiot,” or “Oh, God,” or, most frequently, “Why?” I’d like to convince myself this is merely a symptom of aging or panic or distraction—I’ve got a lot on my plate—so, uh, that’s what I’m gonna do. Either way, if you see a badly shaven man with a distended gut and a laptop carrier slung over his shoulder meandering up the avenue with an unfocused gaze and what appears to be the world’s most boring case of Tourette’s, steer well clear: I’m already pretty busy engaging with the person who I clearly think is more fascinating than anyone else I know.