I live in a pink house stuffed with soul. There’s the soul music I create and the soul icons who are my friends and collaborators. Then there’s the swirl of soul kitsch that’s around everything I do, shooting my eyeballs a funkattudional zap everywhere I look. I love kitsch because so much of it is the result of deliriously un-self conscious ideas and execution. I love soul because in its most unadulterated form it’s a raw expression of the heart. Soul is certainly not always kitsch and kitsch can certainly lack soul. But when they meet, both bursts of joyous exuberance can collide into one funky object. And when that happens I hope it ends up there!
