NINA SIMONE / “Isn’t It A Pity”


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3 Responses to “NINA SIMONE / “Isn’t It A Pity””

Jinaki Says:
February 12th, 2007 at 12:03 am

Just when I thought “The Other Woman” was my favorite Nina Simone anthem, I am introduced to “Isn’t It A Pity.” The lyrics to this song forced the tears out of my eyes. Nina delivers as though asking us or maybe hoping that we’ll have the answer. Each word and grouping of words, slow, pensive, cutting. Immediately, I thought of all that I hadn’t Loved or refused to Love or should be prepared to Love. This is an indictment on the apathetic social condition of man. Wow!!! This is why Black music is the theology of the new African (descendants of the slave trade with European and Native DNA added). I Love this and I am buying this album tomorrow!


wowi Says:
February 17th, 2007 at 7:59 am

It’s a real great song. thank you very much for the hint. I will order this collection.
with beth wishes


Ukali Says:
February 17th, 2007 at 1:05 pm

There’s reasons why Nina Simone was/is known as the “High Priestess of Soul” — she embodied all the spirituality, force, and attitude that Soul Music evoked in its many varieties. Another thing, of course, is that her performances spanned a range of genres and cannot be neatly fit into any one of them.

I saw her in concert only twice, occasions separated by at least ten years of passionate living. Yet, in each performance, I was struck by Nina’s absolutely sensual/sexy presence. I mean… just watching her stride to the piano got me “a little hot” inside. Once the show was on, I was her captive.

Nina Simone talked to us (African people) and the world-at-large with feeling, humor, and mother wit (wisdom). Her songs – no matter their original source, arrangement, or purpose – became our voice, our scream, our unrestrained psychic energy. Nina shouted for us, and shouted back at the powers that be. Even as she whispered eternal love, her hand was raised in a defiant clenched fist. What a woman!

Damn… what a woman!


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