Strength

One of the best things about regularly DJ-ing with peeps (besides never having to put on an extra long record in order to go get a drink or take a bathroom break) is hearing what said peeps put in the mix. Even if it's something you know. I've had this Ricky Lance record for a minute and have always dug the peculiar charms of its poor-man's Jerry Butler gone low budget disco lounge act steez. But only within the safe confines of home (or the iPod). I never had the appropriate opportunity (i.e. the balls) to play it out since it's admittedly a little weird.
You see, Ricky sings like he's in soooper... slooowww... moshuuunnn. Meanwhile, the background vocals are on the shrill side - as though they're emanating from the mouths of babes (as in kids). There's something distinctly creepy about the mental image this combination conjures: a guy who sounds like he chased a Xanax with about five scotches salaciously crooning, "Rock me all night looonnng," to a studio of unsuspecting teenagers. I'm confident that if David Lynch was into modern soul (and who knows he might be since now everyone's into modern soul) he'd have found a way to work this song into one of his movies.

Anyways, thankfully my Bumpshop co-resident Jared Boxx shares none of my mental associations with regards to the tune. When JBX dropped it in one of his 4 x 4 sets last Saturday I was reminded of how good the record really is. Its tight, T.K.-worthy groove smokes in a way that's universally appealing. Which is why all the drunk people kept dancing when it came on. It was a heartwarming moment of vindication for the weird world of Ricky's theme.

Ricky Lance "Super Strong"