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Dear Phil Collins,

I’m just full of advice for you, Phil!  Discussing your cover of the Beatles’ “Tomorrow Never Knows” on your first solo album “Face Value” led me to thinking about all those great cover albums people are doing these days.  Like Michael McDonald’s “Motown” series, Mark Kozelek’s “Tiny Cities,” Babyface’s new “Playlist,” and Mandy Moore’s beloved “Coverage.”  You should do that!  I’m thinking an all-Tropicalia album, contemporary electro (I bet you could really liven up some Peaches tracks with the Earth, Wind, and Fire  horns!), Miami Bass (it’s time for a comeback!), or maybe that Crunk Juice the kids keep talking about.  Sky’s the limit!  I think this could be a huge hit for you.  Rod Stewart is churning out “Great American Songbooks” faster than people can buy them, but I think people are more likely to take you as seriously as you deserve to be.  Especially once they realize what a great R&B singer you can be.

If you cover, they will buy.

Always on your mind (I hope!),

Your Fan.

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Dear Phil Collins,

Man, how come your name never comes up when people talk about blue-eyed soul?  Van Morrison and Rod Stewart got nuffin’ on you.   I remember hearing “You Can’t Hurry Love” when I was young and it was like the Supremes never existed!  I know you probably don’t want to get pigeonholed but that’s just another way the Man is keeping you down — you’ve got to get your propers. 

Oh, and I know how some people think it’s uncool to like your later stuff, but like the song “Two Hearts” that you did is another totally awesome R&B number.  To the haters out there, I say “step off” because you know what?  Phil wrote that song with none other than Lamont Dozier, of Holland-Dozier-Holland fame.  You know, those guys the Magnetic Fields “name dropped” in their song “The Death of Franz Ferdinand”?  That’s, as they say, “the real deal.”  You go, Phil.

So Into You,

Green-Eyed Fan.

Dear Phil Collins,

Sometimes my job makes me feel like a crazy person!  Management is like a load on my back — there’s too many of them, and they’re making too many problems.  I get more responsibility piled on me, with no increase in pay, and nary an accolade.  As a result I’m increasingly exhausted and confused — it’s got me so that I just can’t sleep.  I don’t have the energy to make use of what little creativity I have left, and I need to escape before they suck that last drop out of me.  Phil, I’ll do anything, anything, if you’ll just help get me out of here. 

Urgently Yours,

A Fan.

Dear Phil Collins,

If you could describe your soul as an animal, what kind would it be, and why?

Yours Truly,

A Curious Fan