Alex Healy – Betty Davis virgin, clothing designer, writer, and newly christened entrepreneur – continues to dodge and weave through the sexified labyrinth of sweat, funk, and soul the absolutely brilliant Betty Davis wove oh so long ago.
This time, she tackles Ms. Davis’ sophomore release, the dangerously sexy They Say I’m Different.
Alex, please, let your lovely opinions fly.
Album two in many a career is cursed. Star-fucking groupies, egos, booze and a powerful jinx that seems to permeate the studio for a performer’s second album is difficult to escape, but Betty’s sophomore album released a year later in 1974, They Say I’m Different, dovetails bewitchingly with her inaugural album. No slump here. It’s heavy on the funky bass, righteous vocals and sexy lyrics that many were begging for. And something tells me Betty has a lot of people begging for her.
What you need to know: Now, I’m open minded but pain is not my middle name (see prior post), Song 2, more formally titled “He Was a Big Freak”, regales of floosy fantasies, whippings with turquoise chains and middle names like Pain. You can tell this stunning lady used to model for Glamour and Seventeen with such an apt description of her chains. The world of sex could really use more color descriptions, golden rod paddles, cerulean whips and gargoyle gray hand cuffs. Sounds delightful doesn’t it?
“They say I’m different because I eat chitlins.” I say I’m jealous because you eat chitlins.