Category Archives: Soundtrack of the City

[Watch] Snow Patrol on Live at Letterman

Snow Patrol performed in South Africa a few years ago, so I’ve seen them play before, but somehow I don’t remember frontman Gary Lightbody being as amusing as he was on stage at Live on Letterman this evening. Perhaps it was the intimate venue, but his self-deprecating humour and jokes about hearts not looking like the way we draw them created a lively and light atmosphere as the group played some of their classic tracks, and a few new songs off of Fallen Empires, their latest album.

The title track from this ends the set – a truly rousing song the likes of which I don’t think we’ve seen from the band before. It’s anthemic, yes, with it’s “we are all lights” chorus, but it’s driven by a ukelele-and-bongo-combination that is a force all on its own.

Watch below, another glorious performance – the first in the series for 2012′s Live on Letterman - at the legendary Ed Sullivan Theatre. Continue reading

Alabama Shakes in the East Village

Alabama Shakes is my one-that-got-away from the CMJ festival a few months ago. There was such a lot of positive word of mouth going around, both online and off, about this band and its feisty lead singer. Yet, for reasons beyond my control, I missed them then and I missed them last week at the Brooklyn Bowl and Mercury Lounge too. So it was with a grateful heart that I bundled my – in the words of Johnny Depp – petite self into Lakeside Lounge with about a hundred other people (and a stray Santa who hadn’t yet passed out from Santacon) to catch one last pit-stop on the band’s NY tour.

And it was there, in a small venue with an unlikely name, that I finally encountered the band and its singer, also with a name so unlikely.

In a venue called Lakeside Lounge, which is neither of those things, situated on Avenue B in Alphabet City, the group takes to the make-shift stage. From the first note, Brittany Howard proves she is the powerhouse of this alt/blues/country rock outfit and, far from any resemblance to a frosty pop princess, she can warm the cold right out of your bones.

“I come from Athens, Alabama, ” she says. “I don’t know much about the city or city people, but ya’ll seem alright.” She also tells us to be nice to each other, seeing as its such close quarters and all. But there’s no need for her to worry about that. Whether pressed up against the wall, standing on a bench, or shoulder to shoulder with another, we’re whoo’ing and yeah’ing in agreement as Brittany breaks it down, the band re-enforcing her every word.

“At least I feel, even if it feels like dying,” she sings. Straight to the stomach.

But if I sit here to weep, I’ll be blown over by the breeze.” Another one in the gut.

You ain’t alone, just let me be your ticket home,“ she begs, her cry ringing out in the night.

Towards the end of the set, she tells us: “This is when I’m supposed to say something profound and wise, but I don’t know much about that. I just come up and have a good time here.” Of course, she is already doing that very thing she says she doesn’t know much about doing. Channelling Otis Redding, if Mr Redding had been born a woman in the late 80s, Brittany gives voice to emotions – then gives them a bashing so they no longer hurt.

A full length Alabama Shakes album is due in April 2012. In the meantime, listen to their EP here

[Watch] Live on Letterman – Ryan Adams

A lone man, his voice and his guitar. The set-up for last night’s Live on Letterman couldn’t have been any more different to the first show in the series that I went to a few weeks ago, where Peter Gabriel and a 40-piece orchestra performed for our privilege at the Ed Sullivan Theater. Yet, the understated quiet of this set by Ryan Adams was in itself, just as moving, as captivating.

For the first half, Adams’ barely said a word in between songs, moving from one to another, as he moved from guitar (red, yellow and green) to guitar (black) and piano. When he did speak, he was goofy funny, cracking jokes about touring solo these days because he doesn’t like fighting for the mirror before a concert, and lamenting the theme song change of the Moonlighting TV series.

The jokes seemed to counter the intensity of the songs in his performance. Played bare and stripped down, with Adam’s voice holding the audience’s gaze, listening, they compelled pure silence. He opened with a delicate version of Oh My Sweet Carolina, then the title track off Ashes & Fire, his latest solo offering and If I Am A Stranger, from his 2011 album with The Cardinals. When he took to the piano he played a completely stripped down New York, New York - the line “I’ll always love you though New York”, leaving Adams’ imprint in the venue where The Beatles first performed in the US.  Continue reading

Dry The River with Ambassadors

Don’t you just love it when you instantly fall in love with a song and the band that sings it? I randomly came across Dry The River on the net and gave them listen because I liked the sound of their name (sometimes it’s really just as simple as that!) A quick Twitter search showed that they had a gig in New York coming up too – how is that for a bit of musical serendipity. Continue reading

Ooh La La – it’s Dev

Dev, In The Dark, The Night the Sun Came Up
She’s the voice behind the oh-so-catchy Like A G6 track, which topped the Billboard Hot 100 towards the end of last year. Since then, Dev has got us sharing a common love for “beats fast and bass down low”, made a mash-up of a Hellz-Bellz wardrobe in Booty Bounce, and has been working on her debut album, The Night the Sun Came Up, due out September.

In the meantime, she’s worked with music video director Ethan Lader to create the video for her single, In the Dark. Lader has already made videos for the other tracks she’s performed with The Cataracs, and he also created ones for B.o.B’s Nothing on You and Bruno Mars’ Just the Way You Are.

Here is In the Dark, a sexy video that welcomes this Californian newcomer onto the list of voices to keep an ear on – she’s got sass, attitude and a style that’s fast evolving, both visually and sonically. The video plays on her lyrics of hands doing what they will in the dark, and the contrast is slick and alluring.

A Taste of Rufus Wainwright’s Opera

Audiences in England have already had the fortune to experience Rufus Waignwright’s debut opera, Prima Donna in its full glory. Last night, at the World Financial Center, fans in New York got to catch a glimpse of what it will be like to see the show when it opens here next year. Wainwright, together the New York City Opera performed a concert of songs, which included both opera pieces and favourites from the beloved idiosyncratic singer.

It was my first time seeing him in a show, and I was delighted when Rufus walked onto stage in a unique tux – one with shorts where the trousers would usually be. Hundreds of people packed the Winter Garden of the WFO for this event, which is part of the River to River Festival, and there was literally no space left.

“I get so nervous in front of opera singers,” he said, laughing a little. But of course Rufus had no reason to be, as his magnificent voice filled the atrium, and even birds that had flown inside starting singing along. Together with a handful of performers from the New York City Opera, he presented a selection of his favourite pieces – both his own compositions and those opera works he love most.

Rufus Wainwright performs at the World Financial Center

With memories of his mother ever near, Rufus described how his love of opera started and how it’s blossomed into his own full production. He performed two excerpts from Prima Donna, ‘Dans mon pays de Picardie’, sung exquisitely by Anne-Carolyn Bird, and ‘Les feux d’artifice’, which he himself sang. Aside from opening with ‘Damned Ladies’, he also performed his own compositions ‘Who Are You New York?’ (which I have had on constant rotation lately) and ‘Vibrate’, telling us along along the way that he loves his pop with a bit of opera and a Tiffany vibe mixed in!

Prima Donna opens for the Spring 2012 Season as part of City Opera’s 2011-2012 season.

Hear why I love Rufus Wainwright’s music so much.

Queen of Sorrow (and so much more) – Sade in Newark

[I had written a whole post about this concert on the ride back from Newark where Sade performed. The iPhone swallowed it - along with my notes, detailing an experience that truly moved me. Here, I attempt to try capture some of what I was feeling after this show, at 2:37am.]

The distinct drumbeat behind Soldier of Love marched Sade onto stage, as the lighting framed her sleek silhouette. The trademarks all there – slick-backed ponytail, hoop earrings, long, slim black attire – cut a striking figure of someone I had come to know in voice and on CD cover only. With her band as her army, her songs as her armour, she saluted us, her audience, fellow love-fighters – a gesture that welcomes us onto her battlefield, where heartache and honesty would be Sade’s weapons of choice in tonight’s show.

“Thank you so much for coming,” she says, after the first song.  ”This has been a long time coming. We’re going to make it a night to remember.”

Indeed the night is long overdue. It’s been ten years since Sade’s last major tour of the US and fans sitting around me tell tales of seeing her at Madison Square Garden. For this fan too, who grew up with Sade’s music filling my mother’s jukebox, it is a show I’ve been waiting for a long time to see.

The concert, at Newark’s Prudential Center in New Jersey, plays out as a theatrical show without the theatrics. Skillful lighting, projected cinematic images and changes of clothing and hairstyle frame each song, each emotion evoked through Sade’s lyrics.

She doesn’t need any of it really, her voice is compelling enough that if it were just Sade and the spotlight that would be enough. But these elements lift the show to such a level that, walking out, you almost forgive the singer for taking so long to get back onto the stage – and into the spotlight – again.

She plays all the classics that have been etched their way into our hearts – Your Love is King, No Ordinary Love, Cherish the Day, Sweetest Taboo. In one instance, a city skyline fills the backdrop as a film noir scene is created, with Sade as the femme fatale. A curtain-like screen fills the top third of the stage, hanging over the street images, casting clues as to the story of the song that’s about to unfold: LA, Chicago, Key Largo…and as Smooth Operator begins the crowd cheers even more enthusiastically.

By Your Side is a gloriously uplifting hymn to devotion, while King of Sorrow is tender and aching. When Sade sings Pearls, her solitary figure standing in front of an orange sun, I am moved to tears, as her voice reaches a voracity when she reaches ‘hallelujah’.

I didn’t take many pics, and hardly tweeted. I felt too spellbound and caught up in the emotion of it all. Sade speaks about the immersive nature of making her music, in a piece by the Washington Post’s Chris Richards, which is why she took all these years off to spend time with her daughter. The process of making is an intense one for the singer, and the process of receiving it, here in this space, is an intense one for the audience too.

The story also talks about Sade’s thoughts on concert-goers chasing after digital moments to upload on YouTube, before others get to live the experience themselves. “It’s like a preview at a movie,” she says. “Everything is prequelled. Life is prequelled. Are we only living to upload it?”

Living the experience was made all the more magnificent by Sade’s four-piece band — saxophonist-guitarist Stuart Matthewman, bassist Paul S. Denman, keyboardist Andrew Hale — who were as impeccable in their play as they were in their dress.

Soundtrack of the City

Tracks Rocking My Soul

Augustana: Steal Your Heart Away

Tokyo Police Club: Favorite Color (the Punches remix)

The Naked & Famous : Young Blood

Fitz and the Tantrums: Money Grabber

The Heart of Africa

“We bring the songs, you make the show!”

So exclaimed Oliver Mtukudzi at B.B. King’s in Times Square. Tuku, as he’s affectionately known, performed as part of the collaboration titled Acoustic Africa, featuring fellow acclaimed musicians Habib Koite and Afel Bocoum.

And what a collaboration it was!

Through their guitars, the musicians weaved Mali and Zimbabwean music together, plucking and strumming, picking and gliding. Their voices too, harmonized together in song, and in camaraderie, as they told the stories that brought them – and their music – together. At times there would be four guitars on stage, accompanied by the mbira or djembe. For others, there would just be the single Mtukudzi and his guitar singing Neria.

Oliver Mtukudzi, Habib Koité, Afel Bocoum

As an encore, they performed a goosebump-inducing Malika in tribute to Miriam Makeba. That performance in itself told the story of the musicians’ respect for Mama Africa, whom they had toured and performed with in the past.

Story-telling, deeply seated in the African oral tradition, helped the audience engage on deeper level with many of the songs performed that are sung in Tuareg or Shona.

Earlier in the week, I went to City Winery to see another African artist use stories to win over a new audience. Johnny Clegg performed a sold-out show as part of his first US tour since 2005, on the back of his first album release here in over 15 years, called Human. The audience embraced his mix of story-telling and dancing, together with all those hits we’ve come to know and love.

In all the years I’ve seen Johnny Clegg perform, I never tire of hearing the stories behind his songs. Aside from the fact that he can craft a great track, his anthropological background comes through. It’s one of the reasons I enjoyed watching the series A Country Imagined.

On the way to the restroom, I heard a woman, shaking her head, say that he’d totally ripped off Sting and Paul Simon. I hope that as these stories continue to get told, people like her will realize that it’s not just American musicians who have been plying their trade for many years. It feels as if American stories have been told, and heard, far more so than others. But just because South African or African stories haven’t all been told and heard yet, doesn’t mean they didn’t happen.

This is why it’s so wonderful that all these African events are taking place here in New York. Zimbabwean saxophonist Max Wild told tales with his instrument on a recent Saturday night in Harlem, while Moroccan singer Malika Zara and South African Lorraine Klaasen spun more stories about Miriam Makeba at the Apollo Theater Cafe a few nights ago. There’s a New York African Film Festival kicking off this week, with even more stories to watch and listen to.

I’m certainly not complaining.