It will be a much better experience then you are probably thinking it will be as you read this now. Click this and check out this live record by Edgar Winter's White Trash. Instead of a fresh new album, today I'd like you to turn your attention to a gospel/rock classic from 35 years ago that cousin Jerry turned me onto last night. Jukebox comes out Tuesday, but your peoples at Rhapsody delivered it to you yesterday. It's painful and beautiful, makes me nervous and calms at the same time. Nick D says she'll break your heart on the country number ' Silver Stallion,' and she'll turn Sinatra's ' New York, New York' into a slinky penthouse jaunt. Out of the darkness, into the light, perhaps. This record moves beyond the Memphis soul of The Greatest, the band is looser and Dirtier, but they hang back a little more, underplaying so that Chan must stand up taller, and the result is a more confident Cat Power.

Time will tell if Cat Power will continue to rise, but Chan Marshall already ranks with the most memorable female singers of this generation. In her own personal Jukebox of favorites, Cat Power pays tribute to her inspirations by covering tunes from James Brown, Frank Sinatra, Bob Dylan, Hank Williams, Joni Mitchell, Billie Holliday, and in honor of Dylan and Aretha Franklin.

People say Steel Train is a power pop band, not sure about that, but there are catchy tracks like ' Kill Monsters in the Rain' and ' I Feel Weird' that will get you singing all day long. Trampoline is a great record, there are a half-dozen great songs on the album. It struck an honest chord for me, beyond the introspective songs, the honesty of admitting on your SXSW application that you're from Teaneck, NJ (when every other band claims to be from Brooklyn), there are few things that make me more proud than people who are proud to be from the Garden State. There's an honesty in realizing one's mortality, but their songs seemed to be a trampoline of positivity after these negative experiences. Oozing New Jersey in their wifebeater t-shirts, this was honest rock and roll, songs about how the planes hit the towers and people actually died. After being told about this record more than a few times, I finally 'got' the album last month after listening ten times with one ear but not getting it, so I was primed to see them and catch a ' Black Eye.' Caught a daytime set at Red Eyed Fly, the club sound was merely average, the stage was miniature but the band's sound is big and getting bigger.

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