Where Are We Going - Lossless

Curt Perkins' cover of the spectacular Marvin Gaye song "Where are We Going."   

A message just as relevant today as when Gaye sang it two decades ago.

 

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“…a lush impatience with anything pat.” —James Hunter (writer/reviewer for Rolling Stone, Musician, Spin, many others)

“ pure,open-hearted melodicism….” -- Colin Helms (CMJ)

“..an intensely soulful vocalist … ” -- Billboard

“roof-raising strength and… tender delicacy… ” -- Nashville Scene

“Unlike some sensitive singer-songwriter types who lean toward melodrama, Curt Perkins keeps his inner diva in check on his solo debut, Get Something Started. Besides, with a voice as lovely as his, a little emoting is called for. His knack for teetering along the edge of falsetto, whether to confess or seduce, at times recalls the greats of Motown, at others Jeff Buckley. Like his sometime employer Josh Rouse, Perkins clearly loves early-..70s soul..a couple of tracks on the album, particularly ..Another Love Story,.. sound like they could have been outtakes from Marvin Gaye's What's Going On. (Perkins even covers the Gaye classic ..Where Are We Going?..) Other songs run the gamut from the dreamy pop of the title track to the sultry Brazilian rhythms of ..California,.. which gives Al Green's ..Tired of Being Alone.. a run for the title of Song Most Likely to Get You Laid. (curtperkins.com) “..JACK SILVERMAN – Nashville Scene

“For as long as he's lived here, Curt Perkins has been one of Nashville's most gifted and intuitive singers. On his first solo album, Get Something Started (which is also the first new release of his own material in nearly 10 years), Perkins reasserts that position with confidence and grace. Curt Perkins It might seem a lofty assertion to place Perkins in the upper echelon of Music City singers, but it's not his fault that you haven't heard of him. Perkins' tangled tale is an all-too-familiar one in Music City, a promising artist whose efforts were universally lauded but whose unfortunate record label luck strangled any chance of that music finding a sizeable audience. His first band, Thurn & Taxis, was signed to the short-lived Liberty rock imprint of Capitol Nashville. His subsequent group, Stella, came very close to making a dent in the alt-rock world in the mid '90s with their epic Beggars Banquet debut, Ascension, but label woes doomed their poised-for-success follow-up, 1999's American Weekend. Now, nearly eight years later, the only person Perkins can blame if his solo album doesn't succeed is himself: Earlier this year, Perkins formed his own label, Yesman Records, to release American Weekend and Get Something Started. Throughout his up-and-down career, which has also included a long-term collaborative relationship with Josh Rouse, the unwavering constant in Perkins' music has been his remarkable and unmistakable voice. While many modern rock artists are stuck doing their best Jeff Buckley impressions, Perkins earns comparisons to that equally evocative singer not because he was influenced by Buckley, but because he was a contemporary, whose style was forged in the same aesthetic fires — David Bowie, Billie Holiday, Robert Plant and so on. As fitting as Perkins' expansive vocal style was for the anthemic rock of Stella, it may be even better suited for the mix of suave soul and groove pop he exhibits on Get Something Started. Perkins has always shown a strong soul streak, but he gives in to that inclination completely here, shoring up his hypnotic songs with smooth, subtle funk and a flair for mellow pop familiar to anyone who owns the last three Josh Rouse records. And he accomplishes all this with a sense of style sadly missing from most post-John Mayer male solo artists. You can't picture Get Something Started randomly spinning in the background of some sloppy frat house, but you can easily imagine it as the soundtrack to the kind of lounge where Bryan Ferry, Sade and Talk Talk's Mark Hollis all sit around sipping cocktails and discussing past lovers without a hint of post-Will Ferrell-''SNL''-skit irony.” Jason Moon Wilkins – Nashville Rage