Sly Stone

This photo is growing on me. It is of the Barbican in London, a concrete extravaganza.

There is no denying it, I have the male categorisation gene: lists of things abound in my life. So here I am categorising my 3000 bits of music into handy “genres” and “sub genres”. A pretty private obsession but strangely satisfying. So out of all my music there is just one artist that I cannot classify at all. It is not soul, it is not funk, it is not really pop, it is not rock. I struggled and in the end he had a category to himself – the one and only. Quite an honour. Step forward Sly and the Family Stone.