Tag: Sade

Slave Song

Only Sade can write a song about slavehood – the spiritual kind – and imbue it with the kind of glamour that sells perfume. That doesn’t take anything away from Sade’s songwriting; her words and delivery are powerful, her message is strong. But Sade is … Continue reading Slave Song

King of Sorrow

I’m going to just leave you with these lyrics from Sade, which I think are quite profound.

I’m cryin’ everyone’s tears
And there inside our private war I died the night before
And all of these remnants of joy and disaster
What am I supposed to do?

I want to cook you a soup that warms your soul
But nothin’ would change, nothin’ would change at all
It’s just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothin’s any good

The D.J’s playin’ the same song
I have so much to do, I have to carry on
I wonder if this grief will ever let me go
I feel like I am the King of Sorrow
The King of Sorrow

I suppose I could just walk away
Will I disappoint my future if I stay?
It’s just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothin’s any good

The D.J’s playin’ the same song
I have so much to do, I have to carry on
I wonder will this grief ever be gone
Will it ever go?
I’m the King of Sorrow
The King of Sorrow

I’m cryin’ everyone’s tears
I have already paid for all my future sins
There’s nothing anyone can say to take this away
It’s just another day and nothin’s any good

I’m the King of Sorrow
King of Sorrow
King of Sorrow
King of Sorrow


When Sade sings about struggling against racism she makes you feel that life is hard, but it’s going to be ok. The same way she soothes the heart when she sings about love. Something about her voice and her coolness and her self possession and her toughness. Not for nothing she calls herself a soldier of love. She reminds you to fights your battles with dignity.


I wish I’d gone to see Sade when she played here just a few weeks ago. She doesn’t come around very often and who knows when she’ll choose to reemerge. Sadly, her show wasn’t in my budget. Opportunity missed. Let’s hope there’ll be another time, because to hear that voice in person would be really something. She has that bedroom voice, so sensual. There’s an army of divas and divos who think they can make smooth booty music, but Sade has the bar on slow jams raised so high there’s no one even close. Modern r’n’b is not my thing – at all – and that just goes to show. A real artist can take anything and make it your thing.

Every Word

“All your slick moves, they were once innocent moves.”

Sade is one sophisticated lady. It’s not just her looks, although those are astounding. It’s the longing and melancholy in her voice when she sings about the universal travails of love. Her voice, her words, the romantic woe in her music. It’s also her great sense of tact. She’s the essence of sophistication because she understands her own allure. She’s got a sound that’s unmistakable and her fans love her. That’s all she needs. There’s no denying she’s a great star, an icon. Yet she’s kept, for nearly three decades of stardom, her own self shrouded in mystery. It’s public knowledge there was once a marriage, and there is a daughter and a home in Stroud. But Sade isn’t one to put herself in public for any reason but to perform. Her relationships, her family, her privacy are closely guarded. She writes songs which have the ring of truth -when she sings about heartbreak, there’s no lie in her voice – but never do her songs point fingers. She’s never crossed the line between expressing her feelings and bringing out the dirty laundry. Being private when she needs to and being public when she has something to offer artistically has been her way. And that’s class. It’s not necessary to know the intimate details of an artist’s life to understand or appreciate the art, and in our day of total media immersion more stars should take a lesson from Sade on bowing gracefully in and out of the spotlight.

Best of 2010

So it’s time again to take stock of the year past and take in some of the highlights. 2010 was a very good year. It was the first year in a long, long time that I could afford to buy food at Central Market instead of Wal-Mart. I could purchase lingerie at Victoria’s Secret instead of Wal-Mart. I did my holiday shopping at real boutiques instead of Wal-Mart. You get the general idea here, I think. In short, I earned a living wage, went to a lot of shows, ate a lot of food, drank a lot of wine, traveled, dated intensively, learned a lot and generally enjoyed a high caliber quality of life.

Highlights include in no particular order… getting thrown out of an English Beat show for, um, I don’t remember what, but probably fighting. Not getting thrown out of an encore English Beat show. Making out with a cute stranger at a Valentine’s Day Nouvelle Vague show. Having a Dead Weather roadie tell me my outfit is “very Karen O.” Getting dumped for the second time in my life and not crying about it. Many instances of drinking myself into a rolling blackout. Free wiener-on-a-stick at ACL courtesy of my parent company. Groping M.I.A.’s ass at ACL. Getting to see the full Cremaster Cycle on the big screen courtesy of the now defunct Dobie Cinemas. Going overseas, including a flyover glimpse of the Eiffel Tower. Meeting family members I didn’t know existed. Seeing A Night At The Opera, and also seeing a night at the opera. Getting certain bad influences out of my life once and for all. Getting my first tattoo, courtesy of the lovely and gracious Dresden Dolls. Completing my self-appointed Year of Living (for lack of a better term) SATCily. Seeing the old one out in, not exactly style, but definitely with a sense of achievement. I just can’t wait to fall right into my next big mistake.

Now, musicwise…What a good year! So many great records streaming in! In fact, there’s been so many good ones that I won’t limit myself to just ten. Because there’s more than ten albums I’ve been listening to this year. There was a disappointment or two, sure. The Knife put out a virtually unlistenable opera based on the works of Charles Darwin. Vampire Weekend is still insufferable. Matt & Kim aren’t as great as everyone says they are. Broken Bells literally made me fall asleep standing up (not that their album was bad or anything). And as usual, the top forty was an orgy of the bland, the talentless and the downright terrible. But on the bright side, I’ve found so much to love. Here’s the ones I couldn’t stop playing…

  1. Sea of Cowards – The Dead Weather
  2. Here Lies Love  – David Byrne & Fatboy Slim
  3. The Ghost Who Walks – Karen Elson
  4. This Is Happening – LCD Soundsystem
  5. Treats – Sleigh Bells
  6. Trans-Continental Hustle – Gogol Bordello
  7. /\/\/\Y/\ – M.I.A.
  8. Olympia – Bryan Ferry
  9. Congratulations – MGMT
  10. Body Talk – Robyn
  11. Soldier of Love – Sade
  12. Endlessly – Duffy
  13. I Learned The Hard Way – Sharon Jones &The Dap-Kings

If you’ve been reading for any amount of time, my feelings about Jack White must be known to you. I think the man is a god-put-on-earth. He can do no wrong. He has vision. He makes me want to find my demon. Plus, he’s a really nice guy. The first Dead Weather album was pretty great (it was on my list last year) but it was just an appetizer. It’s a feast of dirty, sexy, crazy energy. The collaboration between Jack and the incredible Alison Mosshart has fully blossomed at last. The difference is that unlike the other Jack projects, this one is dripping with female energy. Isn’t it tiresome that it’s always the boys who’re getting their rocks off? Not anymore.

Leave it to David Byrne to do something completely random and make it so brilliant it starts to make sense. A collaboration between the polyglot Byrne and master DJ Fatboy Slim was sure to yield interesting results. Byrne reached into his bag of ideas and out comes a two-disc concept album rescuing Imelda Marcos from the joke-bins of history. If anyone remembered her at all, it was as a symbol of vulgar consumption in the face of poverty – she owns thousands of shoes. Thousands! Whatever her crimes, Mrs. Marcos is still a person; an aspiring singer and beauty queen who married into wealth and power, felt shame about her poor education and less-than-lavish upbringing, endured exile and her husband’s infidelities and found a late-life political career of her own. All this and more you’ll learn, all complete with Fatboy beats, Byrne’s dry wit, and perfomances from an A-list parade of singers. I’ve heard that Marcos herself gave the project her blessing and even wanted a chance to sing something.

I’ve admired Karen Elson’s modeling career since circa 1997 – that’s more than a decade, centuries in model years. I loved her look, her fiery red hair, her porcelain whiteness, her eyebrow shaving boldness. When she started to talk about going into music I wanted to see her succeed. Then she scored a real coup in her personal life – you know of what I am speaking – and it looked like the music dreams would be shelved forever. After all, nobody wants to be seen as the talentless spouse riding her man’s coat-tails towards her own ambitions. But guess what! She finally made a record and it’s incredible any way you slice it and she is incredibly talented. Her voice is as beautiful as her visage, and her songs are beautiful too. Songs she wrote, literally, in the closet. Where any number of  model-slash-whatevers have fallen flat on their face, Karen nailed it. Besides being a great singer, she has her own distinct sound, a kind of goth-folk with strains of Nashville and maybe just a hint of whatever planet Tom Waits is broadcasting from.

Ok, this is something I downloaded on a whim because the buzz on it was so good. (I think some reviewer evoked the mythical Berlin Trilogy founding fathers as influences.) And guess what! The buzz was all true. I love to dance and I love dance music and I love electronica and great beats and blippy sound effects and all that. But it’s hard to know where the good stuff is. Because so much dance/electronic music is utter rubbish. It’s what the old folks say; any idiot with a keyboard can cue up a beat,  add some pings to it and a loop of someone chanting nonsense, and there’s your big dance single. I’ve tried randomly downloading electronica that I’d been told was good and just thinking “this is a brainless waste of gigabytes”. For example, the much hyped Deadmau5 record I found simply mind-numbing.  So here’s something with brains you can dance to. And even harder to find on the dance floor, it’s got heart. Starring James Murphy, a doughy aging hipster smart enough to know he’s doughy and aging, and to write an album about it.

This might be the authentic sound of now. Or not. I believe they’re calling it ‘noise pop’. That’s not a terribly appealing name, but I guess the point is to scare off the oldsters. To me Sleigh Bells sound so fresh. Alexis Krauss has a lovely voice, and the ‘ah ah ah’s and ‘oh oh oh’s she emits in every song are straight from some long-lost girl group from the pre-Fab sixties. The lovely’s hidden underneath a storm of feedback, so you may not notice it at first. However it makes a balance – lovely vs loud, sugary vs dirty. Beauty and noise.

Gogol Bordello are looking to go widespread. Hence a record sleeve of Eugene Hutz looking almost presentable and production courtesy of Rick Rubin. They sound professional for the first time, and it’s good. Their earlier albums, brilliantly alive though they are, didn’t have the highest production values. Also, they suffered from energy overkill, or rather they didn’t suffer but some listeners might have. This is their most accessible record, but don’t say they’ve sold out. (Or maybe they have – Eugene is on speaking terms with Madonna. If that’s not selling out I don’t know what is.) You can still shake a leg to it, or more likely your booty. This time around there’s more room for Eugene’s thoughtfuller side. He’s always had thoughts, sure, but sometimes they got a little lost underneath all the PARTY! If you thought the more lyrical songs where the highlights of Super Taranta! you’ll appreciate how much more autobiographical and open-hearted Eugene’s songwriting has become. Or maybe it’s always been that way but everybody was too drunk to notice.

Alright, M.I.A. was never for everybody to begin with. So it’s not big shock when nothing on her new album was as easily accessible as Paper Planes or Boyz some armchair judges decided she wasn’t cool anymore. No, she’s still cool. Maybe she’s cooler than ever because she more interested in pursuing her interests than being fun or accessible. Yeah, the album is built on noise, and there’s liberal dollops of weird autotune, and cryptic lyrics as usual. The lady holds true to her convictions, whatever they are. And really, it’s almost admirable – it’s her most high profile, hotly anticipated release yet, and still it sounds like she threw it together in a basement with a box of tapes.

The new Bryan Ferry album sounds exactly like a Bryan Ferry album. That’s kind of the point.

Again, not so much with the big hit singles ready for chart domination. But a more sophisticated moving on up the ladder. I was a bit leery of MGMT at first – they have been such hipster darlings and what’s cool isn’t cool. But hey, guess what! They’ve only gotten smarter, and more melodic with relative age. And anyone who writes a rapturous ode to Brian Eno (Brian Eno) gets mega super bonus cool points. Apropos of god knows what, but the more I listen to this album the more I suspect these boys may have, at some point listened to the works of the Brothers Mael. I don’t know why I think that…

It’s been a long cold winter since the last Lady Gaga record came out and you’re needing something to fill the void. You need some dancefloor crazy, euphoric, slightly guilty pure sugary rush of pop music. See, bubblegum doesn’t have to suck. Sometimes the purest sugary fluff is just what the doctor ordered. As far as fluffy pop songs go, too, Robyn’s are surprisingly thoughtful, at least sometimes. How many times have you heard the words ‘Stockholm Syndrome’ while grinding it out on the floor? That’s what I thought.

The new Sade album sounds just like…a new Sade album. Not unlike Ferry, Sade has found the sound that works and she’s polished and perfected it over the years. So what if every Sade album sounds the same. There aren’t that many of them to go around. Her eponymous band works like a smooth operating machine, the lady’s voice still sounds like sex and honey, and she hasn’t aged a day. She’s still writing inscrutable love songs. Still showing the young girls how it’s done.

I’ve decided I do quite like the new, marginally modernized Duffy. She’s strayed across the street from her regular crystal ball evocation of sixties Stax girl-group-iness, adding exciting elements like faster tempos. So maybe Endlessly isn’t the glossy beast the first album was, but it’s ok, it’s still fun. I’m waiting with baited breath for some Disney executive to have a Eureka moment and ask Duffy to voice some singing cartoon frog princess. She’s got a cartoony voice, does she not? She even looks a bit like a sassy cartoon kitty. You know what would be cool? A Duffy musical cartoon series. She’d definitely be a kitty, and it would be set in the swinging sixties and she’d ride a Vespa, and sing and solve crimes.

Sharon Jones is keeping old-school r’n’b music alive. Not that dumb crap they file under r’n’b nowadays. None of them ‘guest raps’ here.  If the best part of your song is a sample from someone else’s song, that’s cheating. None of that here. No drum machines, either. Absolutely none of that damn auto-tune. Real musicians don’t need those props. Sharon and the Dap-Kings belong at the top of the top of the pops, real soul music should be topping the forty, but the world isn’t fair like that, and that’s what Sharon Jones is talking about.


Here’s a belated Father’s Day tribute from Sade. A lady who, at 51, out-smolders every 20-year old tart on the market, and makes washing dishes look like the most soulful thing in the world. Besides her singular voice, Sade has a gift for writing perceptively about feelings. She manages to bare her soul without losing a drop of her mystique. She’s the opposite of confessional – she doesn’t speak of her life, remaining despite her success a thoroughly private citizen. But there’s no doubt that what she sings about is true. You can hear it in her voice. This year she put out her first album in a decade, Soldier Of Love. That it’s no different from Lovers Rock is the highest of compliments. Sometimes she turns her gaze away from romantic love and captures a different kind of love just as beautifully.