Nov 142025
 

In Memoriam pays tribute to those who have left this world, and the songs they left us to remember them by.

When it was announced that Donna Jean Thatcher Godchaux-MacKay passed away on Nov. 2, 2025, the obituaries and tributes came pouring in, as befitting a Rock N’ Roll Hall of Famer and member of the legendary rock band the Grateful Dead.

The story of her life and work has been well documented. Born in Alabama, she got her start as a professional singer in her teens doing session work in Muscle Shoals and Memphis. In this role, she backed up the likes of Percy Sledge on “When A Man Loves A Woman” and Elvis Presley on “Suspicious Minds” (more on that later).

She and her first husband Keith Godchaux moved to San Francisco, where Donna Jean literally talked their way into the Grateful Dead in 1971. With Keith on keyboards and Donna Jean on vocals, the two were part of the band until 1979. Together they appeared on every studio album of the era. They also performed at many of the band’s most iconic shows, such as Veneta (Oregon) in 1972, Barton Hall at Cornell University in 1977, the Great Pyramids in Egypt in 1978, and the Closing of the Winterland on Dec. 31, 1978.

The best way to describe Donna Jean’s role is to say she was a singer in the band. While she wasn’t a traditional rock n’ roll frontwoman like Grace Slick or Debbie Harry, she did sing lead on a handful of songs, including “Sunrise” and “From the Heart of Me.” She also sang co-lead alongside Bob Weir on classic tracks “The Music Never Stopped” and the live version of “Sugar Magnolia/Sunshine Daydream” on Europe ‘72. She sang backup on countless tunes, putting her stamp on many live performances. Even when she wasn’t singing, she was often front and center on stage, moving with the music, both inspiring and emulating the crowd.

Like all aspects of Grateful Dead lore, her time in the band is a matter of endless debate with Deadheads. Some love her, some hate her. Though she was a great singer in her own right, her voice did not always mesh well with those of other members of the band. This was complicated by the fact Jerry Garcia and Bob Weir weren’t always singing on key (or even the right words). She acknowledged these shortcomings in multiple interviews.

Still, to hear Donna Jean’s voice on a Dead song means you can easily identify the era. As Dead drummer Bill Kreutzmann wrote last week: “She was very much woven into the Dead’s tie-dyed tapestry during the ‘70s — and some of those years remain my all-time favorite of the Grateful Dead. Which means that some of my favorite music that I ever made with the Grateful Dead was made with Donna.”
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Oct 172025
 

Chrissie Hynde has been a rock star for more than fifty years. The Pretenders have not been together quite that long, but Hynde was already making her name as a girl about town and rock-star-in-waiting in London. She has lived the life full-time for all of that period. It is a surprise, then, that she does not fully appreciate the credit that has accrued with that history, and how people still want to hear what she has to say.

Supporting their tenth Album in 2023, The Pretenders initially booked themselves into smaller venues, before it became clear that they had underestimated the love that the world had for her and the band. Eventually the tour went so well that a live album was made and released. Did Hynde not think she was in the class of National Treasures that could call on her friends to make a duets album? The story is that a friend had to remind her that it was an opportunity, if not a duty, to do so. Consider Duets Special an opportunity/duty fulfilled.
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Sep 042025
 

A lot of covers of “Heartbreak Hotel” really lean into the blues side of the song. So many versions copy the famous breaks in the original. And plenty of those who sing it try, at least a little bit, to imitate Elvis’ delivery.

So it’s at least a little curious that singer Brian Fate’s new cover does not fall into the “Heartbreak Hotel” cover cliche mold. In part because some publications describe Fate as a “blues singer.” But, rest assured, this is not a typical “Heartbreak Hotel” cover and it leans heavily away from the blues, Elvis’ delivery, and the famous breaks in the song. None of those are present. Continue reading »

Jun 202025
 

One Great Cover looks at the greatest cover songs ever, and how they got to be that way.

Suspicious Minds

When Fine Young Cannibals covered “Suspicious Minds” in 1985, they covered more than just a song made famous by Elvis Presley in 1969. They covered a song that was iconic of the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll in his post-“’68 Comeback Special” pomp at the globally televised “Aloha from Hawaii” show in 1973. Sweaty, lavishly sideburned, and spangled in white American-eagle jumpsuit. Colorful lei around neck. Huge band behind him. Thirty-piece orchestra. Choir. Enraptured fans. Frenetic dancing during the extended drum fills. And acrobatic shapes that came with the immortal line: “I hope this suit don’t tear up, baby.”

Brave, then, for Fine Young Cannibals to even attempt such a song, and hugely unlikely that they should proceed to have an international smash hit with it in early 1986. They were, lest we forget, a decidedly unstarlike three-piece from Birmingham, UK, two of whom had only recently emerged from the ashes of punk-influenced, inner-city ska band The (English) Beat. They’d further stripped the song of the flamboyance, grandeur, and melodrama we’d come to associate with it, and pretty much de-Elvised it, making sure it fit, instead, with the gritty, socially conscious, and virulently anti-Margaret Thatcher vibe of their debut album.

FYC also made the song sound fresh, more urgent, and more relevant to a new—largely unemployed—generation, gaining for themselves an immortal signature tune in the process, one which would more than hold its own against “She Drives Me Crazy,” “Good Thing,” and anything off their all-conquering second album, The Raw and the Cooked. They’d clearly given the world… One Great Cover.

How, though, did the flagrantly non-jumpsuit-wearing band pull off such a stunt?
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Feb 252025
 

Under the Radar shines a light on lesser-known cover artists. If you’re not listening to these folks, you should. Catch up on past installments here.

Delbert McClinton

Fear not, this is no obituary; Delbert McClinton is still around, a mere stripling of 84. Still, given that it’s been three years since his last album and more since he toured, I’d hate to have him slip away on me before I got the chance to celebrate him here.

Delbert who? That’s the response from most when I laud McClinton, his name having surprisingly little traction despite a career as long as my entire life. To answer the question, he’s a good ol’ boy from Lubbock, Texas, with a laissez-faire attitude to genre type-casting. Many of his records went top 20 positions in the US blues and country charts at the same time. We first heard of him playing his distinctive harmonica riffs on Bruce Channel’s “Hey, Baby.” In 1962! (That year he toured the UK with Channel; the Beatles were their opening act, and John Lennon famously got some playing tips from McClinton that he put to use on “Love Me Do.”)

That wasn’t even where McClinton began. He played Texas bar-bands from his teens, backing some of the blues legends then still on the road — Sonny Boy Williamson, Howlin’ Wolf, Lightnin’ Hopkins just to name a few. A hit with his own band, the Ron-Dels, “If You Really Want Me To, I’ll Go”, came in 1965, followed by a three-year partnership with Glen Clark, 1972-5, before striking out on his own. He was nominated for eight Grammy awards and won four — not too shabby. And let’s not forget his own songwriting, something he may even arguably be better known for. Emmylou Harris’s “Two More Bottles of Wine” was his, as well as many others that led to his 2011 indictment in the Texas Heritage Songwriters Hall of Fame.

But it is his gravelly, gritty renditions of the songs of others that we celebrate today, vocals that sound they have spent years in the saddle, ahead being trampled underfoot in a bar brawl, buried and then brined for posterity. Imagine a mix of Johns Fogerty and Hiatt, gargled with a sandpaper side, and you pretty much have it. A laryngologist’s nightmare, and perfect for his tramples over blues, country and rock and roll.
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