It was a pretty impressive build-up, and I was thinking, "wow, Steve, what's going to live up to that hype?" Then I noticed the title on my radio feed, and just smiled. The kids and I just listened, zipping down I-25, my daughter softly singing in the background, my son and I nodding our heads to the beat, provided so smoothly when Chad comes in with that tap drum beat. And guess what: the song absolutely lives up to the hype. Give it a listen, with fresh ears.
The song is undoubtedly one of the best of the 90s, if not the best in the history of alt-rock, and it evokes a special time when the music industry, especially rock and its offshoots, reminded us all of the magic of music. The Chili Peppers hit like a wrecking ball in the early 90s, blowing our minds with a fusion of punk, rock, funk, jazz, hip-hop, and more that sounded exactly like themselves and like nothing we'd ever quite heard before. The LP Blood, Sugar, Sex, Magic was critically acclaimed, topping "best of lists" and became of testimony to the calm, reserved brilliance of producer Rick Rubin.
The kids and I chatted about the song and its unique development as my daughter commented, "Isn't this the song with the women's gospel choir?" And, it is. If you have ever been of fan of VH1's Behind the Music, you know the story of the song -- that the angelic choir voices in the backing chorus of the song are actually Flea's mom's church choir. So, you have one of the most powerful, funky, impactful rock songs of the 90s, and a fundamental part of the song is a group of middle-aged women who sing in a weekend church choir. That addition is just one part of Rick Rubin's brilliant vision and contribution to the music he "produces," -- if you can even call it that.
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