Showing posts with label soul music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul music. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Peabo Bryson - The Peabo Bryson Collection



In 1984 I was standing at the bar at Henry Africa’s with several other male friends trying to find a way to get the fern bar beauties to do the wild thing. I spotted a pretty former classmate with a Bloody Mary in her hand and two empties in front of her. Three years earlier she sat two rows in front of me during my first year criminal procedure class but I never learned her name.

I walked over to her with my narrow lapeled pin-striped suited wingmen. She was there with two bodacious shoulder-padded coat and mini skirt suited, pointy shoe-toed yuppy friends. I softly tossed out the first line,

“Girl you must be tired, because you been running through my mind all day.”


It worked. She was interested in me. We talked and it was the bomb. Now was the time to try to get horizontal. I invited her back to my place, an earthquake shack in the Outer Sunset, and she agreed to come. I don’t know whether she was interested in me or the history of my rented iconic 1906 San Franciscan four room shack near Ocean Beach, or both, She said she first had to go to her nearby apartment to pick up her car. We left together and, after a brief hand touch and kiss, parted at the door, I for my car and her for her apartment.

I was spazzing! I quickly raced home, cleaned up, and then began to look for the perfect seduction mood music. Possibilities, possibilities - something classic, soulful, smooth, flirtatious and enticing. Al Green was around but only performing gospel. He had yet to start his rise to an R&B “Oh, Baby, Baby” romance king. Aaron Neville had one good “get in her pants” album, Tell It Like It Is, but that was almost twenty years old and he still hadn’t released a second album. I paged through my albums at a helacious rate to find the right tunes since she would be there any minute. I grabbed The Peabo Bryson Collection by Peabo Bryson and queued it up not an instant too soon. The doorbell rang just as Bryson crooned his first “Oh Yeah” of the first track “I’m So Into You” a soulful, full R&;B big band orchestrated Bryson written love song.

I opened the door. The mood was perfect. There she was in something more comfortable - complete with oversized top and stretch stirrup pants. I invited her in and we sat on my worn, throw-covered sofa. I poured a nice glass of Riesling and asked her how she was. She said,

“I’m just sugar and spice and all those things that are nice.”


Immediately, I could “Feel The Fire” just as Bryson sang it on track two. Another glass or two of wine got poured as we both felt like “Reaching For The Sky” as Bryson’s vocals told us to do. A kiss, a look, a touch. When Peabo told us to “Let The Feeling Flow” we listened and I lowered the lights. Our voices remained silent as Peabo told us “We Don’t Have To Talk (About Love).”

There comes a time in any seduction that a little help is appreciated to get over the awkwardness of first time jitters. Bryson provided the medicine with the classic Michael Masser and Gerry Goffin co-written “Tonight, I Celebrate My Love” sung as a duet with Roberta Flack. I kept quiet and let Bryson and Flack take the laboring oar. As if that gem was not enough Bryson made sure that the album would help any man who was trying to get laid. He performs three more duets with Flack, “You’re Lookin’ Like Love To Me,” that recommends couples act on their feelings rather than with any hesitation early in a potential relationship; “I Just Came Here To Dance,” about new strangers meeting and falling for each other; and “Heaven About Me,” a more physical, quicker, dance number celebrating the joys of being romantically physical.

By this time I simply did not remember what was spinning on the turntable since we retired to another room in the love shack, The next morning after she had left I put on the last track of the album, “What You Won’t Do For Love,” an afterglow duet featuring Bryson and Natalie Cole. Now, as I sat there on the couch a terrible thought crossed my mind - I still didn’t know her name.

- Old School


Buy here: The Peabo Bryson Collection



Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Marion James - Essence




Today’s soul ain’t got the same soul.  In fact,  I’ll go out on a limb and say most recent popular soul music is just plain crap.  

What passes for soul today is technique.   Soul music’s original inner city sound of the black American ghetto is now measured in the number of octaves the singer can sing and the note for note interpretation of good chart - all of it fabricated by a packager and producer.  Whitney Houston, Mary J. Blige, Joss Stone, Rihanna - they all have amazing voices and range. They sing modern soul, but it lacks soul.

The accompaniment for modern soul is slick and calculated.  It in no way reflects the innovative nature of church gospel and street corner rhythm and blues from which true soul music sprang.  Today, the singers are skilled but they are packaged in the same way - hi-hop, rap, love ballads.  It is performance art and the accompaniment is usually as bland as Lawrence Welk.

There was a time, however, in the not too distant past, when real soul music brought forth the struggle and emotion of an oppressed part of American society; where church going and alienated artists and street corner musicians innovated the sounds and techniques that gave it the soul for which the music genre is named.  It was about emotion, heart, struggle and it was sung and played by a new generation of poor aspiring musicians.  There was no Autotune.  Real soul music was from the soul.
 
Don’t believe me?  Try this.  First, go listen to Rihanna sing “Skin.” Technically perfect with a hip hop delivery and sexy, but soulful? Not really. Now, grab EllerSoul Records reissue of  Marion James’ 2003 album “Essence.” Listen to any of the thirteen tracks. Technically perfect? No.  Soul? Definitely.
Don’t know Marion James?  James had her first R&B hit, “That’s My Man,” in 1966.  She then spent the early 1960’s touring with a couple of musicians that left their own marks on popular music - her guitarist was Jimi Hendrix and her bassist was Billy Cox. The album “Essence” is a culmination, of sorts, of James’ life of blues, soul and jazz.  She came out of retirement in the late 1990’s to again write, record and tour the R&B soul style she pioneered in the early 1960’s.

For “Essence” James assembled a band that could almost stand up to her mid-1960’s touring band.  She is accompanied by Double Trouble keyboardist Reese Wynans, Allman Brothers guitarist Jack Pearson, Motown’s legendary bassist Bob Babbitt, and Isaac Hayes’ drummer Chuckie Burke.  You won’t find music loops, Autotune, or gratuitous soft porn here.  You will find the essence of Marion James and the essence of real soul and R&B music.

From the first track, “Tables,” a James Brown-type dance soul song with scorching guitar and heavy bass, to the saxophone laden Billie Holiday-like last track the jazz standard “I Want To Be Loved (But By Only You),” “Essence” is where you will find it.  It is soul.  Not just the music but the feeling.  Where does it come from?  Fortunately, the last track on “Essence”  gives all  a good idea of its origin. James provides a live interview wherein she discusses her life, the tutelage of Hendrix and Cox, and her relationships with other 1960’s icons. She even sings a couple of blues tunes alone as she plays the piano.  There is no band at all and the track was probably recorded in one take.  

If you want to hear real soul and R&B as it was originally intended, ditch Blige, Beyonce, Whitney and Rihanna.  Spin some James.  It comes from the heart - not from the computer.

- Old School

Buy here: Essence

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