This seems to be a trend that goes all the way back to the
greatest – and most listenable - diva of all, Aretha Franklin. Her first real record label, Columbia Records,
just didn’t seem to know what to do with this force of nature, seemingly
attempting to mould her into a black version of Barbara Streisand. It was only after she moved to Atlantic
Records that her career took off.
Atlantic’s ploy was staggeringly simple; they ensured she had access to
songs with which she felt some true empathy and then made sure sufficient
control and musical accompaniment was imposed that allowed her to give true
voice to her emotions whilst harnessing that power in the interest of the song.
It was a staggeringly successful approach. But so has the approach of the last 20 years
of so that gave rise to Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey and Celine Don among
others. All have (or in Houston’s case,
had) magnificent voices that the public wanted to hear. Yet they’ve been terribly easy to
please. Whilst Aretha’s audience refused
to jump on board until the necessary adjustments were made, all the present day
divas had to do was to thrill about at the upper ranges of their voices to
impress. It’s no coincidence that each
of these women’s biggest hits, Whitney’s I Will Always Love You, that Titanic
song of Celine’s and Carey’s impressive rendition of I’ll Be There are all
numbers where their vocals were not allowed to show off and concentrated on the
actual song.
From what I could hear, the failure to reign in these
singers and the wannabees that have trailed in their wake, has had a number of major
consequences. First, many of the songs
have been demolished by these voices. The
early Mariah Carey hits and most of Celine Dion’s are, in my view unlistenable
today, owing to the songs falling apart under the eventual weight of all the
vocal swoopings. This, in turn, left the
artists with precious little room to manoeuvre as they tried to stay relevant
after their glory years and the audience tired of these vocal gymnastics. Dion, for example, has effectively become a prisoner
of Las Vegas; I suspect she knows she can maintain an audience there for past
glories by putting on an elaborate floor show that disguises that changes that
must be occurring to her voice. It also
prevents her facing the laws of diminishing returns if she were to continually
release new studio albums or undertake world tours. Whitney Houston attempted to do this and
learnt the hard way. Her live audience, seemingly
with little or no knowledge about her private life or the gradual loss of power
in her voice, arrived at her shows expecting the same vocal sounds of her younger
days and generally did hold back on expressing their disapproval. At least Mariah Carey had the good sense to
change musical direction and attempt diversification into reality show judging,
acting and motherhood.
Consequently, it should not come as any surprise that any of
the present day divas figure in my collection or today’s listening. I fitted in albums by three divas from the
same era, each of whose careers have gone off into different directions.
(# 553) Lauryn Hill –
The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill (1998)
Lauryn has not released an album since this and, as far as I’m
concerned, doesn’t need to release another so securely is her place in music
history due to it and her work in The Fugees.
Starting with a school roll call that establishes her absence, Hill
produced a seamless album that, by rapping and singing about themes that are
important to her, effectively tell her life story without having to give too
much specific detail away. This is a
towering achievement by any measure blending most forms of black music along
the way. Even now, after owing the album
for over a dozen years, I still cannot individualise its tracks. Just put it on, let it wash around you and
you’ll feel what I mean.
(#554) Macy Gray – Oh
How Life Is (1999)
How times have changed.
When this album was released, it looked as though Hill had a major
challenger for the crown. And yet,
despite a number of albums since, Gray hasn’t come close to matching this. Indeed her last Melbourne performance a year
or two ago was so roundly panned, that I doubt she’ll ever return. That’s a shame because this album just had so
much promise. Caligula, the wonderful I
Try, the crazed Sex-o-matic Venus Freak and the epic I Can’t Wait To Meetchu
are showed different sides to someone who threatened to re define soul in her
own image.
(#555) Queen Latifah –
All Hail the Queen (1989)
The cover shows Queen Latifah at 19 years of age looking
confident and all knowing. This, her debut album is so assured that I swore it
was the work of someone much older. No
wonder she has since branched out into so many areas of the entertainment
industry. On this catchy album she makes
the most of a number of collaborations.
Dance For Me is a memorable opener, deftly utilising her samples of Sly
Stone’s Dance To The Music. Mama Gave
Birth To The Children sees her provide a female voice to what is otherwise a
typical De La Soul track and Evil That Man Do is a socially aware number with
Boogie Down Productions’ KRS-One.