
VIA PRESS RELEASE | Founded by Ray Charles in the 1960s, Tangerine Records is proud to celebrate the 17x GRAMMY® Award-winning singer, songwriter, and pianist’s singular legacy with the Tangerine Master Series, a new slate of reissues highlighting Charles’ best-known music alongside classic records long out of print, and ready for rediscovery. Each album has been restored and remastered under the direct supervision of The Ray Charles Foundation, painting a vivid new portrait of an artist and icon whose impact continues to expand and inspire.
The Tangerine Master Series now presents No One Does It Like…Ray Charles! collecting for the first time ever a number of mid-1960s singles, B-sides, and non-LP tracks never before gathered together on a single cohesive album. The instant classic collection captures Ray Charles at the height of his powers, offering a rare glimpse into a prolific and creatively explosive moment in his career. Tracks like “My Baby Don’t Dig Me,” “Without Love (There Is Nothing),” “Worried Life Blues,” and a top 10 rendition of Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman’s classic “No One” showcase his unmatched range and soul.
An essential addition to the Ray Charles canon and a snapshot of an artist at the peak of his creative brilliance, No One Does It Like…Ray Charles! arrives everywhere on Friday, November 21. Pre-orders/pre-saves are available now.
“A discography can define legacy, it can define a tenure of greatness, but to appreciate the gifts of Ray Charles, one has to avoid taking such a wide-lens approach, which is a way of saying that each Ray Charles song is a universe,” writes award-winning poet, essayist, and cultural critic Hanif Abdurraqib in an exclusive essay penned expressly for this new release. “No One Does It Like…Ray Charles! is an offering which makes that plain….All of the songs on this album existed, somewhere, before this, stretched out alongside the massive career of Ray Charles. But this is the first time they’ve been curated and organized in one single place.


As I remember it, 1988’s Licensed to Ill did the impossible by converting predominantly white hardcore punks and rockers to an almost exclusively black musical genre (hip hop) OVERNIGHT. I recall attending a party being thrown by a couple of Johnny Thunders wannabes at a roach-infested crash pad in Philly, and lo and behold all every sneering personality crisis in attendance wanted to do was jump joyously around to Licensed to Ill until the morning hours.

I can’t help but love a man who quipped, “What’s the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning? Wish I hadn’t.” And was quoted as saying, “I have found the best way to avoid ending your life as a bitter wreck is to start out as one.” The Mancunian misanthropist’s feckless take on life is utterly hilarious, and what I’ll never get over is there are people out there who don’t think he’s funny. No wonder Morrissey’s miserable; he’s a great comedian but nobody gets his jokes.
MN | New Down in the Valley owners take record store for a spin: In between business appointments, Shawn Bubendorf stopped in to Down in the Valley last week in search of a couple new records. “I just, I like the mix here,” he said. “So they have some new, some old, good selection of both vinyl and CD.” He flipped through the neatly-filled record crates clutching an unopened Sonny Terry record that’s destined for his turntable. “I’ve never seen this one before, it happens to be a blues album,” Bubendorf said. He’s one of the many shoppers seeking out the store for its diverse musical offerings. “I grew up with vinyl,” he said. “I was a CD guy for decades and when vinyl started coming back I dabble.” He’s far from alone. In today’s world of music streaming and viral fads, customers flock to Down in the Valley for
HK | How did Jarvis Cocker’s trip to a Hong Kong record shop boost a vinyl revival? The Pulp frontman’s tumble helped boost desirability of the old-school music format, which many in the city now collect as a labour of love. A stumble on a step, a Yorkshire-lilted “ohh noh,” and world-famous Jarvis Cocker clatters down the stairs from The Listening Room. The frontman of 1990s Britpop phenom Pulp is mostly OK, but will headline Clockenflap the following evening a little less snake-hipped than usual, after breaking two ribs in this innocent attempt at returning to ground level after shopping for records. Rob Deal, the owner of the Tsim Sha Tsui emporium where Cocker, then pushing 60, had been browsing before his 2023 accident, says he “felt like burying myself” and feared backlash. And sure, word got out, as it does, but instead of sending hate mail, fans flocked to take selfies at the errant staircase and check out where the singer had been shopping. “




Altamont is perhaps rock’s most significant day because it, along with the Manson Family killings, put paid to the Age of Aquarius. It was the end of the innocence, to quote that dick from the Eagles, the high water mark of peace, love, and understanding, and on that dark day the glorious lysergic wave of good vibes and universal brotherhood broke and receded forever, as Hunter S. Thompson so astutely notes in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.


Perth, AU | Perth’s Shari-Vari Records announces closure: Owners of the Boorloo shop said they’re “likely to wrap things up end of November.” Perth (Boorloo)’s Shari-Vari Records is closing. The team behind the shop, which is located in the city’s CBD, broke the news on Instagram today, October 27th, revealing that it “feels like the right time
San Francisco, CA | People We Meet: Bullet LaVolta member is now a vinyl expert: Chris Guttmacher, ex-drummer, brings The Plastic Pancake to the Mission. Record store owner Chris Guttmacher grew up on music, but not the kind that predominates in his colorful shop, The Plastic Pancake, which opened in September on Valencia Street. “My parents were both classical musicians,” he said. “It sort of ruined it for me.” They weren’t performers—his father was a psychiatrist and his mother worked at home—but the 59-year-old small business owner got sick of the classical music they constantly played in their home in Brookline, Massachusetts. His tastes swerved in a different direction after a babysitter introduced him to Country Joe and the Fish and the Beatles. He took up drums and guitar and played for a time in Boston-area rock bands Bullet LaVolta and Cul de Sac. Guttmacher brings 












































