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PrintableWow, how great is this 2 finally discover I´m not the only person on this globe who looooves Love on a blue train
Anyway, I listened 2 this album as often as I listend 2 Sign´the times on my walkman, best of both albums on 1 cassette, including the Jill Jones´album. Great times!
LOABT means as much 2 me as other Prince classics. Wednesday like a river is one of my fav Sheila E songs and NOT written by Him Boy´s Club, Hon E man and Kookoo are just great and yes, maybe Faded Photographs would have been a hit after Hold me....but we all know Paisley Park used 2 make some bad single choices. Koo Koo was NOT a bad single but should have been the third one.
Well, this is a classic Paisley Park, great Sheila E -album that means as much 2 me as other prince albums. [Edited 9/12/12 0:56am] Love4oneanother | |
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because at the time it seemed I was the only one who was in2 Prince´s productions and Paisley Park...but what´s new 
I actually enjoyed this album more than the Jill Jones albums...maybe because of the mostly party vibe for the closing tracks on both sides....where Jill Jones had baby Youre a Trip and With You..which I never cared for...or her screaming too much on All Day All Night.
One Day Wed Like A River Koo Koo Pride & Passion Boys Club Soul Salsa Hon E Man Love On A Blue Train
Those are some GREAT great tunes.
Boys Club I have played up to 10 times though in the last 2 weeks...I dont know why. It's just no weird, funky and simple. Love thepercussion breaks in between...and the snares used. It's simple yet thoughful. Confusion in your bathroom.... Straight Jacket Funk Affair
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Both albums are great, I guess I also prefer this album but...Mia Bocca, G spot and For love are such strong tracks on JJ Love4oneanother | |
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Meh.
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photoshoot pix 4 the album
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COOL! Never seen it Straight Jacket Funk Affair
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^^^Those were both used in the Spin magazine interview with Sheila that came out in '86, along with this pic:
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Looks like Cat was originally set to be a part of Sheila E's band, and then when the SOTT band was formed she replaced Jerome who Prince 'fired' for doing side work with Jimmy Jam/Terry Lewis
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I'll see if I can find the interview
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I still have the magazine. It was a good interview, although it didn't reveal all that much. The interview was done while she was out on the road with Lionel Richie. | |
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The Glamourous Lie After two and a half years on top, Sheila E, thoroughbred percussionist and bandleader, is a professional image with a professional mystique. But whose image is it? And what’s behind it? by Daisann McLane Spin, February 1987 | |
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The Glamourous Lie
After two and a half years on top, Sheila E, thoroughbred percussionist and bandleader, is a professional image with a professional mystique. But whose image is it? And what’s behind it? by Daisann McLane Spin, February 1987  Better wear black Ray-bans on this bus. Outsized flasher overcoats, rhinestone gewgaws and mink-cuffed socks, if you please. Sink back into purple plush cushions and cruise Our Nation’s Capital with Sheila E and her band to the beat of Prince’s "Irresistible Bitch.” Talking trash, talking dish. Like, what’s happenin’ with Vanity?
“Her problem,” somebody opines, “is she don’t know what she wants to do.” “No, blood. Her problem is she don’t know who she wants to fuck.”
After “Bitch” comes “Erotic City,” the duet that transformed Sheila Escovedo, session gun for hire, into Sheila E, purple protegée. Everybody sings along; Miss E, her guitarist Leon Seacer, keyboard player Boni Boyer, all Oakland homeboys and girls together. Crank it up! This shit’s on! We can funk until the dawn. To the left, the Washington Monument is standing up at the right angle. “Like that, Sheila?” Leon teases, but she doesn’t hear him ‘cause she’s caught up in this song she’s hearing for the hundredth? thousandth? time. When the last notes fade out, Sheila E comes back to this planet and declares, to no one in particular, “He’s the hardest. The best.”
Sheila E . . . Sheila E . . . Sheila E . . . Sounds like a character in a case history where the names have been changed to protect the innocent: The Three Faces of Sheila E. Or maybe an X-rated fantasy: Inside Sheila E. A lady in black presses a perfumed note into Philip Marlowe’s palm: Midnight. Redondo Beach. Sheila E. Who is this woman? She’s hot. Sexy. One of Prince’s girls, but also one of the boys. Look at her whap those timbales. Leads the band, produces her own records, composes the songs, plays most of the instruments, and plays ‘em well.
She sings O.K., dances better, then slides across the stage like Mookie Wilson stealing second; when she gets up, her white suit is spotless. Then, just as the isn’t-it-great-to-watch-a-no-nonsense-woman-in-rock-and-roll buzzers are going off in your brain, Sheila E steps onstage wearing flannel jammies with feet and offers you a peek inside her “Toy Box.”
Watch her videos, see her perform, try to figure out what it all means. Here she is, front and center, pounding the skins: loud, fast, hard. Enough to prove she can really play. Snaps her head to the left, to the right, her band jumps into the next groove. Total control. Now here she is, in a skin-tight halter and miniskirt, singing about how the glamorous life ain’t enough, and a hired hunk comes from the wings and drapes a full-length fox coat over her silken shoulders. She smiles, and the whites of her eyes chill you to the bone. “I’ve go it,” they say, “and you want it. But, like, forget it, asshole.”
But enough of image; let’s talk facts. She’s 29. Short, bronze, slender, handsome face, astounding shoulders—she’s been playing drums since she was 5. Eldest daughter of Pete Escovedo, Mexican-American Latin/jazz percussionist of Santana fame. Daddy didn’t want her to be a drummer; he’d make her look at his calloused, blood-clotted palms whenever she started to get on. It didn’t work. By the time she was 15, she had quit school and joined daddy’s band; by 18, she was touring with the heavy cats: George Duke, Herbie Hancock, then later, Marvin Gaye, Diana Ross, Lionel Richie. She got plenty of good gigs—how many other pretty girls can play like a mean motherfucker?—and she made plenty of connections. One of them came home, in spades.
"Yeah, I remember. It was Al Jarreau, the Greek Theater Berkeley, and I saw this guy standin backstage, leanin against the wall, big, natural, perfectly round, green eyes, lookin' cute. Well, who is that? Nobody knew. Then I found out later it was this guy called Prince, who was making a record, his first album I think, at the Record Plant in Sausalito. A little while later, I went to see him play with his band, and was really impressed. First of all, he shocked me comin’ out in some underwear and leg warmers, and I thought, God, this guy’s crazy. But the music was different, I liked it, and there was nothin’ like that around. I went backstage, said, ‘Hi, my name is. . .‘ and before I could finish, he said: ‘I know who you are.’ Then he asked me how much did I get paid, ‘cause he wanted me to be in his band, and I told him, and he said, ‘Oh well, I can’t afford you.’"
Years passed. They kept in touch. “We hung out a lot. One day he called me to come in the studio to sing ‘Erotic City.’ After we finished, he came up to me—God, he’s so intense—and said, ‘Why don’t you do your own album?’ And I said ‘Nah.’‘Why not?’ ‘I don’t want to.’ ‘Don’t you think you been playing behind other people long enough?’ ‘But I like it.’ ‘I’m telling you you need to be out on your own. You can sing, you can play.’“ Then he walked into the other room and Sheila’s brain began to hum. Prince booked her studio time and left town. In five days she finished an album. Prince took it to his management, then to Warner Brothers. Within a few weeks, all was signed, sealed, and delivered. The Glamorous Life by Sheila E came out in June 1984 and sold over 500,000 copies. Sheila toured—they had to turn thousands away at the door. She opened for Prince on the Purple Rain tour. She starred in the rap movie Krush Groove. Her second album, Romance 1600, went gold on the strength of the hit single “A Love Bizarre.” Now she’s the opening act for Lionel Richie on one of the biggest money tours of the season, six months of arenas and stadiums. For two and a half years on her own, not a bad roll.
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