Black Out The Windows, It's Party Time
I once read an interview with Greg Dulli when he was frontman for The Afghan Whigs. The writer had followed The Whigs to Germany, where they were headlining a show in Berlin. Following their set, Dulli and said interviewer proceeded to get obscenely drunk and hit on the cocktail waitress in the bar they were hunkered down in. Dulli was enraptured with her and asked for her hand in marriage. She declined. Speaking to the author later on, she confessed "If he had just asked me to go to bed with him, I would've. But marriage?!"
It was at this point that I became a fan of Greg Dulli. Through 5 albums with The Afghan Whigs and 2 with his new band/revolving door of musician friends The Twilight Singers, Dulli has managed to create a unique sound that encompasses the white-trash punk/soul of Minneapolis, the dark sensuality of New Orlean's French Quarter and the gritty concrete decadence of Los Angeles. On The Singers last release, 2003's "Blackberry Belle," he managed to create a somewhat thematic journey through the scarred underbelly of love and lust. I absolutely treasure this album, and hopefully you will too. For your listening (dis)pleasure:
The Twilight Singers: Martin Eden
The Twilight Singers: Esta Noche
The Twilight Singers: Teenage Wristband