Album Review, “Soulful Strut” by Grover Washington Jr.

Album Review, “Soulful Strut” by Grover Washington Jr.

What happens if something becomes too sweet?  I’m a critic with this kind of question because we often know the answers to such an ironic statement- it becomes sweet, really sweet, icky sweet, sweet to the point of disgusting.  “Soulful Strut” as a song just puts me down to boredom from all the vibes laid down before us no matter how others might approach this beast, since it’s all stuck in my head, although I’m bored to tears, even if it’s a waste of time for how much listening matters when liberty rings all over the land where we are: sitting by the phone or resting near a great stereo sound in spite of creativity in music along those lines, fishers under the stars as we’re reckoning on favorites pointed to the list.  Vision itself as indicated in a song like “Poacher Man” leaves it to feeling while power is nowhere to be founded on originality within remarkable tales given for jokes and gigs against all notion of time.  There’s more to it than meets the eye which I don’t think Grover really understood; particulars in hunting include survival and distinct traits of thought through behaviors, poetry in motion over the hills where monkeys rain on your parade close to a river’s edge in sheer conduct in opposition, so you’ll have to likely either embark on violence since walking and exercising makes you hungry enough to kill a beast for later consumption, not to mention the general irritations that wild animals give us because we’re wearing the wrong clothes compared to animal fur, or making fun of ourselves while we grow weaker and animals grow stronger, weapons don’t work out as they should (making peace quite a story for imitation and growth), or something gets in our way where danger is present whether we like it or not.  “Poaching” should not be used as a label with the false assumptions of right and wrong since the world has caved in to the wilderness around them, nature behind closed doors, obstacles in the way however desperate we are for what’s to be recognized; that is, not only predatory behavior, but also acts of self-defense across the board where opinion and truth get a handle of prejudice as we’re confronted with problems for disputing and drama to live for, nature around us at its will for the different animal kingdoms including those for wild beasts and unfamiliar faces.  With the rest of the songs, “Poacher Man” would probably work in one’s mind filled with ignorance of the struggle of which we live for glory and anxiety to this day where chaos fills the plate.  But I’m more subtle than Grover, not so obvious.  All of these sweet thoughts about right and wrong just don’t exhibit poetry to perfection due to lack of amusement, let alone strength and determination, and fullness of senseless behavior, for that liberal delusion of safety that, if taken the wrong way, can get farmers and herders in trouble internationally from mistaken judgement, that Grover doesn’t want from others but leaves others to it anyway, as far away from morality in our consciousness while considering philosophies that are only realistic on a planet that’s never existed.  Zoos are still good and we should try to help animals more than disseminating their limbs and bones for mammon.  Earth, however, speaks through religions in remote locations across South America and Africa as evidence seen in nature lets believers strike animals out of family trauma and sickness in the very means of survival, the struggle as forgotten, the struggle as remembered, when approaching lavenders don’t smell of the blood, sweat, and tears sacrificed for the desperation attempt at survival.  We should only be brave if we have to be.  Then again, mean elephants and roaring tigers aren’t going to let humans who approach them be anything but cannibals; that’s because wilderness reminds us of our game where nature pokes at us with a stick until sickness is deserved for so much exhaustion according to these political guys who sit at home and chill with their friends, who might get up one day and walk out the door when no one is looking.  Washington Jr. needed to get in touch with reality rather than ideology for which nature never fits into the picture except through some altered reality no one cares about.  I think hunters and poachers deserve better recognition than Grover’s.   

https://www.allmusic.com/album/soulful-strut-mw0000076270