Lesley Gore - God, yes. "You Don't Own Me" is a monster, but...she has a whole series of these mid 60s monster singles that I love. Someone ought to do a thread.
Carole King
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Massive respect - such a hardcore string of classic songs, some that you know and some that you don't. Her own records from the 1970s are mostly pretty flat.
Paul Simon
- Fuck that guy and the horse he rode in on, BUT...yeah, S&G are massive for me. I'd hate to work out which bits he did and didn't steal ("Scarborough Fair/Canticle" is such a great record, and...assuredly "borrowed"), cause so many of those songs and sounds are deeply undeniable.
Cat Stevens
- There's something there. I've seen him in concert...things like "Hard Headed Woman", 'Morning Has Broken" are lovely, but...there's not a TON there that I'd rescue in a fire.
John Lydon
- another one where I can't deny his peak, but...boy, he's still here, isn't he?
Stephen Stills
- a begrudging respect. "For What It's Worth", "Carry On", "Suite...", but...I've never been able to get excited about him. Also seems like a major league prick.
Ian Hunter
- I want to care more than I do. He's SOMEBODY'S Dylan, for sure.
Kate Bush
- What an instrument.
George Clinton - I've probably tolerated his work at best.
Gladys Knight
- *(shrugs)*
Nick Cave - I'd sooner listen to his socks.