Thursday, February 19, 2009

FIRST IMPRESSIONS: Melinda Doolittle's "Coming Back To You"


Melinda Doolittle placed 3rd during the 2007 season of the television juggernaut, American Idol (season 6). A former professional back up singer, Doolittle routinely impressed A.I. judges and viewing audiences with her soulful voice which rang out again and again in stark contrast to her meek stage persona. Though I'm not a diehard Idol-watcher, I'd have to admit that after catching Doolittle once, I did bother to tune in again to see how she'd do. It was hard not to root for her, because Doolittle was such a surprising pro in a field of rank amateurs.

Like all contestants on American Idol, Doolittle was required to prove herself by singing a smorgasbord of songs with assurance including "My Funny Valentine" (Rodgers & Hart), "Sweet Sweet Baby" (Aretha Franklin), "I'm A Woman" (Lieber & Stoller), even "Have A Nice Day" (Bon Jovi). Doolittle was one of the few who actually managed to pull off this schizophrenic performing seal act with her head held high, but her week-after-week success also served to make her harder to define as a performer.

This week, Doolittle finally released her long-awaited first solo album, Coming Back to You. She seems to have chosen a "retro-soul" approach, and the album sounds like one you'd have expected from Melba Moore or Gladys Knight in the mid-1970s. The album--like the singer--is pleasant listening, but that's both a blessing and a curse.

Highlights--to my ear--include "The Best of Everything" in which Doolittle's muscular voice gets an ever-building workout, and "Wonderful" which grooves along sweetly with irresistible girl-group backing vocals. "I'll Never Stop Loving You" is an enjoyable detour into the Doris Day songbook, with a lush string orchestra backing Doolittle's entirely convincing delivery of an old-school ballad.

I'd sum up the album's shortcomings with two words: "Adult Contemporary." The musical arrangements are occasionally so generic they flirt with Muzak territory. Wrong-headed production choices short-circuit some other moments: the toe-tapping "Dust My Broom" sounds like it's building into a real barn-burner until it inexplicably fades out fast. Likewise the album's final track, the ballad "Wonder Why," closes things out with a mellow vibe but the final note is cut so short I couldn't help wondering if they had to unplug the keyboard to get out of the studio on time.

What I'd wish for Doolittle next time around is more of what she brought to her best moment on American Idol. Singing one of Bon Jovi's latter-day rock anthems, "Have A Nice Day," Doolittle stepped well beyond her comfort zone and hit the song out of the park:



Clearly, Doolittle is capable of moving beyond her musical safety zone, but I think she needs a producer who's up to the task of leading her there. Next album, I'm crossing my fingers for Jack White (Loretta Lynn's Van Lear Rose) or Rick Rubin (Johnny Cash's late-career albums) to step up and take Doolittle to the promised land!

Monday, February 16, 2009

YOU SHOULD KNOW: M.J. Williams


M.J. Williams is a sublime vocalist. She is also a Montana native and a jazz trombonist (of all things). Her solo album, I CAN HEAR YOUR HEART (1999) has been a favorite of mine for many years. Two subsequent albums, each featuring a talented jazz trio (shifting configurations of bass, piano, guitar, and drums) have become equal aural pleasures.

Williams, like another of my favorite vocalists, Jimmy Scott, favors holding long extensions of notes that emphasize the effect of the voice as a member of an instrumental ensemble of equals (as opposed to a lead vocal being supported or "backed" by the instruments.) These extensions cast such a languid spell that you can forget you are listening to a song with words. Williams delivers the lyrics beautifully, but the end result (to my ears at least) is one of enjoying a tapestry of sound more than focusing on the words of the song.

Most of these tracks are jazz interpretations of real classics like My Foolish Heart, The Nearness of You, or Rodgers & Hart's Lover. Also featured are songs composed by Thelonius Monk, Antônio Carlos Jobim, and Pat Metheny, as well as Williams' bass player, Kelly Roberti. Throughout these albums Williams voice is gorgeous--with a solid, mellow center not unlike the timbre of Dianne Reeves' voice.

To my knowledge none of M.J.'s work has had anything like a major-label release, and a quick search reveals nothing via amazon or iTunes. It does look like you can get some of Williams' albums (as well as listen to mp3 samples) at this link:

SHOP FOR M.J. WILLIAMS AT WORLD JAZZ SCENE ONLINE


Of the albums I have, none feature Williams' skills on the trombone, but she's undoubtedly a vocalist well-worth getting acquainted with!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

APROPOS OF NOTHING:
Kittens Inspired By Kittens



No, it's not a song, but it should be with lyrics like these:

We are wine bottles
I'm at work!
Rain storm! Magic!
I want pie! I want beef jerky!
I am a secret agent
We are in Hawaii
Double head!
I'm a magician I'm a rabbit
I'm her mom
No she's not
We are eating pepper and chips
Wrestling! Hungry!
Bow wow chicka bow wow chicka bow wow
Yuck I am weird
Cuckoo cuckoo
I have to go potty (move down to his feet)
pssssssssss
I'm bored aren't you? I am too.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

FIRST IMPRESSIONS: Benjy Ferree's "Come Back to the Five and Dime Bobby Dee, Bobby Dee"


I'd be the first to admit that I'm a pop guy, not so much a rock guy. I do love Heart, and a lot of Bowie, and some Hole plus a smattering of other stuff, none of which could remotely be identified as "hard rock". So it is, I suspect, with Benjy Ferree--but I gotta say, I am really liking this album. Think Chris Isaak meets the Futureheads by way of Stray Cats. It's kind of punky, rockabilly with occasional shades of anthemic Queen-style choruses. My ears haven't parsed through much of the lyrics yet (this is first impressions, after all) but I REALLY LIKE IT. Check it out:

BENJY FERREE's MySpace page


Friday, February 6, 2009

APROPOS OF NOTHING:
Don't Divorce Them


"Fidelity": Don't Divorce... from Courage Campaign on Vimeo.

FIDELITY
by Regina Spektor

Shake it up

I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart

And suppose I never met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose we never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
Break my fall

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better
Gonna get better
Better better better better
Better better better

I never love nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost
In the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
Breaks my
Heart
Breaks my heart

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Compare & Contrast:
Khachaturian vs. Elfman

When I was a child, my father would often pound out Aram Khachaturian's "Sabre Dance" on the piano and I would dance frantically around the living room to the insane beat. It seems a likely bet that my father was familiar with Ed Sullivan's using the song during featured side show acts (like plate spinners). I so loved this dancing game that I must have seemed a real side show ham myself (some would say nothing's changed.) As I danced, I suspect I was angling for something like this:



Strangely, it was only this morning that I was struck by the reason I am such a fan of Danny Elfman's score to the Pee-Wee Herman movies: one of the primary themes in Pee Wee's films is an obvious homage to "Sabre Dance"; happily, it's a suitable homage without being an outright ripoff of the Armenian composer. I adore Pee-Wee on many levels and he obviously speaks to the child in me apart from the music, but Elfman nailed that childlike stance when he composed "The Breakfast Machine" for Pee-Wee's Big Adventure. It's like Khachaturian on steroids, with a full orchestra stomping around the house until finally it whirls you, exhausted, into a corner.