Picking up where we left off in yesterday's blog post… How a song is sung. There is finesse, and there is feeling. Kind of like there is digital and analog. Im an analog guy. A Sith rather than a Jedi, although Im a relatively nice person. Norah Jones is a great songstress, her voice is like milk chocolate, no doubt. Yum. But… for a song like "Summertime" from Porgy and Bess, the story based on life in Charleston's Cabbage Row, I'll wash it down with a shot of corn liquor, or something stronger. It's not an easy story, nor was life in the 1920's in the "Segregated South". Compare the emotion, conviction, and passion where it meeets the theme. Any song is open to interpretation, it's just that picking cotton in 95 degree heat, getting smacked around by a drunk and buying dope in an alley doesn’t lend itself to a lullabye.
First up, Norah:
And, perhaps an acquired taste bleeding with desperation, Janis: