PLASTIC HEARTS ALBUM DISCUSSION: Miley Cyrus

Emily Hurwitz & Andie Chapman

Filled with exciting collaborations, Miley Cyrus’s new album, reveals a pop-inspired deep dive into the world of 1980s synth-punk.

 

From the days of Disney to being publicly shamed for her VMA performance with Robin Thicke to starting the Happy Hippie Foundation to advocate for vulnerable populations, Miley Cyrus has [maybe lived her entire life] always been in the public eye. She has gone out of her way to create her own independent, fearless image amidst an oppressive music industry and negative public perception. When the band SWMRS wrote an entire song about Miley, calling her a “punk rock queen,” it seemed out of place. I clearly failed to see Miley’s versatility at the time; in my mind, she was a pop star. She continues to prove her musical versatility, as on November 27, 2020, she released her first rock album, Plastic Hearts. This bold 80s-inspired album, filled with pop and rock collaborations, has since climbed to the top of Billboard’s rock charts.

Compared to her eclectic discography, Plastic Hearts is a leather-studded, new sound. In 2015, she wrote a psychedelic record, Miley Cyrus & Her Dead Petz, and two years later pivoted to country with Younger Now. Miley has explored several genres, with her increasingly raspy timbre guiding her towards rock. The punk-ish era kicked off with a series of covers and a Stevie Nicks-sampling cover. Digitally, the covers bejewel the end of the album, including “Zombie” by The Cranberries and “Heart of Glass” by Blondie. This week’s Riot Grrrl (with all three r’s) is Miley Cyrus with her fresh studio album, Plastic Hearts. Here are our thoughts on some tracks! Are they riotous enough? 


 “WTF Do I Know”

A: Miley unravels lyrically in the opening track, lines stinging with pure honesty atop a dark bassline. The instrumental strikes me as forgettable; her nuance lies in her voice and words. Her delivery feels authentic yet the melodies are unsurprising. While listening I was flooded with comparisons from my emo phase. Bands such as All Time Low, Fall Out Boy, and Jimmy Eat World have created the easy-listening rock songs that fit snugly into a radio rotation. Miley is adding one more, bringing a standout message with a familiar, shadowy guitar sound.

E: The first notes of the bass line draw listeners into the album, enticing them with mystery, and the musical lines build until the chorus where Cyrus explodes with her raw, rocking vocals. It’s catchy for an opening song, but a bit cliché. The blasé guitar solo in the middle sounds too standard for Cyrus’s experimentation with rock and punk. While I hate to compare her to her Disney channel character, I couldn’t help but think the whole time that this sounds like an alt version of Hannah Montana. 

“Night Crawling” (feat. Billy Idol)

A: Miley Cyrus and Billy Idol conjured a camp, eighties-loving song, following the new pop pattern of drawing from a synthy era. Billy Idol’s voice sounds a bit austere over the high-production track. It’s glossy without any of the prized imperfections of punk music. The melody, again, is predictable, and the lyrics don’t save the track either. Miley’s rasp shines in the last chorus though as she ad-libs with Idol. Knowing how experimental and innovative she can be from her psychedelic era in 2015, I left this track disappointed. Sorry Billy. 

E: “Night Crawling” stands out on this album — it’s synth-filled, but not with the standard formula of today’s pop songs. Rather, it goes back to the roots of synthpop with a definite 1980s style. Miley’s gritty vocals throughout the song stand in stark contrast to the smooth sounds of the synth, making for a unique texture that is rare on the more produced side of new-wave and punk. Billy Idol, who led England’s punk scene in the 1970s as a member of Generation X and rocked multiple generations with “Rebel Yell,” is the perfect collaborator for this song. This connection alone brings Cyrus more credibility in the world of punk rock, something that will be valuable to her if she continues her new direction into rock.

“Bad Karma” (feat. Joan Jett)

A: Yes! The nearly-moaned vocals that surrounded the track feel strange in an exciting, sexy way. Her lyrics are unadulterated, admittance gleaming: “I’ve always picked a giver ‘cause I’ve always been the taker / I’d rather just do it, then I’ll think about it later.” The chorus feels classic eighties rock yet nuanced. Joan Jett’s voice is punk distilled, crowning the track. Their voices on one track, singing these brutally honest lines, is modern punk rock by women. 

E: Cyrus and Joan Jett, punk music extraordinaire, both have histories of feminist activism and stand as notoriously powerful females in their respective genres. In 2015, Cyrus gave the induction speech for Jett’s induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. Here, they come together again for a head-banging anthem. In the same manner as “WTF Do I Know,” “Bad Karma” starts out with just a minimalistic backing beat and grunting “uh huhs.” The chorus hints at a bit of country twang in the way Cyrus sings words like “say” and “heart,” which is a quality not usually heard in this genre but is refreshing. Perhaps her country roots will be how Cyrus redefines punk for herself on later albums. This song is not a hard-rocking track; instead, its power comes in the potential energy that explodes in the bridge when she sings “I don’t give a fuck, I don’t believe in love.” In my opinion, this is the best track on the album. It’s unique and radiates a certain energy that brings us back to the early days of feminist punk.

“Golden G String”

A: I’m not fond of the ballads on this record, but “Golden G String” glitters with tongue-in-cheek lyrics and a cutesy melody, swinging up and down like a good conversation, moments of glee and moments of blue. “Golden G String” is an ode to the judgmental media world, their ignorance of depth. Miley sings with love about her wild nature and owning her powerful personality, but admits she is still growing, trying to work it out. The instrumental blooms gradually, synths appearing and drawing back. Moments of this song are just Miley and a soft, electric piano. She mentions a “place” in the chorus, and wishing to walk away, but decides on staying – this is the world that her art can flourish in, and Miley makes peace with the press. 

E: Though Plastic Hearts may be too abundant with ballads, “Golden G String” stands as an emotional song with poignant lyrics. Cyrus sings of her struggles with the media shaming her sexuality, with lines like “There are layers to this body / Primal sex and primal shame / They told me I should cover it / So I went the other way.” She laments that we live in a man’s world where they “hold all the cards,” but even in the title of the song, Cyrus uses her sexuality as her power. It’s her own, and no one can take that from her no matter how hard they may try to tame her. In fact, 2020 marks “Can’t Be Tamed”’s tenth anniversary. 

Plastic Hearts Full Tracklist 


Takeaways

A: Even though I found this record rather over-produced, the lyrical content is resplendent with Miley’s honesty. She makes her art with unfettered love and expression. Her voice and words are punk, but the instrumentals and melodies are not. Perhaps we shouldn’t label her; such complex and colorful personalities don’t need to be shoved into an easy-to-read archetype. She is a pop star that transforms, evolves, and creates albums when she feels anew. 

E: Like most albums, Plastic Hearts is a mixed bag, this one being of innovative 80s-inspired tracks and other songs that prove nothing more than forgettable. She caters a bit too hard to pop fans before easing them into her rock side, though this album may in the future stand as a purely transitory time. The collaborative tracks with Dua Lipa, Joan Jett, Billy Idol, and Stevie Nicks are the highlights of this album and are remarkable songs that bridge generations. Plastic Hearts may not be Cyrus’s best album, but it’s an exciting and pivotal moment in her career. If nothing else, it shows how diverse Miley’s musical endeavors can be and establishes her rightful place in the punk rock scene.

Live Your Life

Broadway star Nick Cordero and his wife, Amanda Kloots, were happily raising their young family until COVID-19 changed everything. 

Nick Cordero poses on the red carpet. The actor, 41, died due to COVID-19 this June. 

My grandmother, Kate Yungblut, is a wonderfully spiritual woman. One of her most closely held beliefs is that bad things come in threes. That belief has passed right down through the maternal line in my family, from my grandmother’s mother down to my own mother. They all like to say that it is something their mothers used to tell them, but they all really believe it. Well, so did I, until the year 2020, when we have been bombarded with so many possible bad things, the number three seems laughable. The COVID pandemic is the paramount issue, although it can hardly count as only one part of the “bad thing” trinity. To date, COVID in the US has taken more than 240,000 people. One of them, was Nick Cordero.

Cordero was born in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, a tough town on the shores of Lake Ontario that would not look out of place in the American Midwest. Cordero attended high school in Hamilton before leaving to attend Ryerson University in downtown Toronto. Like so many performers, Cordero didn’t finish his stint at the school, and soon left to join a band. It was many years until he would achieve his eventual career as a mainstay on Broadway.

Cordero got his break in 2012, serving as a replacement for Rock of Ages on Broadway. Soon after, in 2014, Cordero performed as Cheech in Bullets Over Broadway, a story about  a playwright who gets entangled with mobsters and dramatic riffraff. Cordero was rewarded for his efforts on the production, earning a Tony nomination for Best Featured Actor in a Musical.

The actor made his television debut around this time, appearing in the CBS show Blue Bloods, among other shows. Meanwhile, he continued to play music, and would eventually release his own solo projects, including the single “Live Your Life.”

Two years later, Cordero graced the stage again, this time as Earl in Waitress, a story of a small-town baker who considered entering an out of town cooking contest . Cordero jumped back in the limelight for his most recent role as the lead in A Bronx Tale the Musical. The show grossed more than 68 million dollars in total, and Cordero earned nominations for Outstanding Actor in a Musical from both the Drama Desk awards, and the Outer Critics Circle.

While Nick was well on his way to establishing his career at the center of the Musical world, he was also making some life changing moves off the stage. In 2017, Cordero tied the knot with Amanda Kloots, a celebrity fitness trainer and former actress, whom Nick met when they both acted in Bullets Over Broadway. Kloots, who now runs a jump rope fitness class, would so tragically become a public figure this past year, when she shared moments from her husband’s battle with the Coronavirus. Kloots and Cordero welcomed their only child, Elvis, in June of 2019, just months before their lives would be turned upside down.

Cordero and Kloots began their nightmare on March 30th, 2020. Nick was admitted to the hospital that day, just weeks after lockdowns began around the country, while the pandemic was still in its early stage in the US. Nick’s health was deteriorating rapidly. However, Kloots remained steadfast in her optimism. On one instance, her post showed a screenshot of Elvis Presley’s, Got a Lot O’ Livin to Do, and encouraged her followers to sing the tune in support of her husband.

Nick’s condition worsened by the day, and the tone of Kloots’ posts showed her increasing anguish. In April, Cordero was put on an ECMO machine, a machine that helps to support the heart artificially. Unable to actually see her dying husband in person, Kloots was left to sharing her experiences on social media, with heartbreaking hashtags like #wakeupnick. Her chronicles show the ups and downs of a man fighting for his life. Small victories were celebrated when they happened, but it was clear that Nick was fighting for his life.

Some of her posts, like the one posted on May 8th, describe just how horrifying and scary Cordero’s health situation was.

“Nick is 41 years old,” she writes, “he had no pre-existing health conditions. We do not know how he got COVID-19 but he did. He went to the ER on March 30th, and intubated on a ventilator on April 1.” She goes on to describe the list of complications that ravaged her husband’s body, including an infection that caused his heart to stop, two mini strokes, dialysis, and multiple surgeries on his leg that ultimately led to the amputation of his right leg. But the list continued on, with the actor facing brain damage, multiple operations to clear out his lungs, to the finding of holes in his lungs, and the implementation of a pacemaker to keep his heart beating. All of this happened in the 38 days after he was first admitted to the hospital. I may not be fully versed in my grandmother’s rule of threes, but it seems a guarantee that Cordero and Kloots had blown right past the trinity.

Two months later, Nick’s condition was no better. On June 25th, Kloots wrote, “Nick is profoundly weak,” a statement that reads like a punch to the gut. At that point, Cordero was interacting only with his eyes, moving them up or down. The rest of his body was useless.

Finally, on July 5th, Kloots reported that Nick had died. By any possible measure, it was far too soon for him to go, and added a tally to the list of tragedies during this bizarre and miserable year.

In a twist of fate, one of Cordero’s lasting gifts to the world was a song he wrote entitled Live Your Life. The song sends a powerful and clear message, along with a lively guitar playing throughout the tune. Without context, the song is a mainstream pop-song with a theatrical feel. But in context of Cordero’s fight with COVID, the song and its lyrics feel ever so poignant.

“You’ve got your plans, I’ve got mine” sings Cordero. The hook continues “live your life / like you’ve got one night / live your life.” The song was a rallying cry for Kloots and Cordero’s fans as the Family did everything they could to keep Nick alive. Kloots sang the song daily on Instagram, and was joined by supporters around the country. Live Your Life became a slogan of sorts for Nick to continue his fight, and for those around him to cherish the life they enjoyed.

Cordero and Kloots’ horrible embodiment of 2020 continued with a frustrating episode this fall. Just months after the healthy, young actor died at the hands of the virus, President Donald Trump had his own stint with the virus. The story is well known, but Trump declined to take his hospital visit as a chance to sympathize with families who lost loved ones to COVID. Instead, he urged Americans “don’t let it dominate you.” Kloots took to social media in a teary response to the commander in chief.

“Not everyone is lucky enough to walk out of the hospital after two days” she said through tears. “Let it dominate your life? No one is letting it. Nick didn’t let it. It wasn’t a choice. It dominated his life, it dominated my life, it dominated our family’s lives, for 95 days. And because he didn’t make it, it will forever effect my life.” While the lack of compassion from the Oval Office is unsurprising, it is no less heartbreaking to watch a wife and young mother grieve from losing her husband while citizens and politicians around the country continue to insist that the virus is no more than a common flu.

What does it mean to “live your life?” Kloots urges her followers to distance, wear masks, and practice distancing. Living your life emphatically does not mean that we should all do what we want. Instead, Kloots sends a message on behalf of her late husband, someone who never got the chance to finish what he started. Do what you love, cherish your family, and never take a day for granted. It is a helpful reminder as this pandemic rages on, that losing university semesters, athletic events, and social interactions are a small price to pay. Families like Nick’s are more than circles on a COVID map. They are more than statistics in a chart, or part of some politician’s daily update. They are real families, with horrifying stories that deserve to be told. More importantly, these stories deserve to be taken to heart, and actions need to be taken to ensure we limit the number of similar tales.

Nick defied odds throughout his life. From a steel town in southwestern Ontario to the most important proving ground in theatre, Cordero’s talent was matched only by his resiliency. He had more music in him, and the world is worse without getting to hear it.

Live Your Life ends with the lyrics “They’ll give you hell but don’t you let them kill your light / not without a fight / live your life.” Nick fought an incredible fight, and alongside his wife, his light will live on far past this most strange year.

Remembering Christiane Eda-Pierre, Lyric Coloratura Supreme

Through a career filled with international opera fame, Christiane Eda-Pierre inspired and opened doors for Black classical musicians everywhere.

Eda-Pierre performs one of Mozart’s concert arias in Salzburg. Image credit: youtube.com

Christiane Eda-Pierre, a champion of Baroque theatre and champion of Black excellence, has died at the age of 88 on September 6, 2020. As France’s first Black international opera star, Eda-Pierre overcame racial barriers to pursue a successful career filled with critical acclaim. The French coloratura’s strong, agile, emotion-filled voice moved opera fans around the world. While she flourished in any role she embarked upon, her precision and flexibility in Baroque opera catapulted her into the international spotlight. Christiane Eda-Pierre was not simply another classical star; rather, she showed the world how a Black immigrant woman could infiltrate the ranks of and thrive in a White-dominated, elitist field.

The opera diva’s clear voice, her greatest strength, propelled her into numerous roles. Across a rich and varied career, Eda Pierre’s most popular recording on Spotify, with 19,046 plays, is “Vous soupirez, madame?,” from Berlioz’s Beatrice et Benedicte. Her voice floats effortlessly above the contralto, Helen Watts’s, voice, with careful ornamentation and bright color. Critics commented most frequently on not her acting, but her singing. According to the New York Times, Eda-Pierre “displayed a clear voice backed by good coloratura equipment and a very strong top.” The Chicago Tribune agreed, describing Eda-Pierre’s voice as “a clean lyric soprano with a slightly metallic edge to it,” filled with “delicacy and dramatic fervor when needed.”

Despite these outstanding reviews of her talents, other critics took the liberty of commenting on her race first. In 1981, the New York Amsterdam Times opened their review of the Verdi performances in New York City with the following statement: “Four unusually fine Black singers were cast in recent productions of Verdi Productions in the New York area.” There is no doubt that had a white person been cast in those roles, the reviewer for the New Amsterdam Times would not have begun with a pointed notice of their race, much less call them “unusually fine.” Although Eda-Pierre, among these other skillful Black singers, often had to endure commentary on her race first, and talents second, she prevailed against such prejudice and gained wide critical acclaim in the opera world.

Given her superlative ability to ornament passages with elegance, Eda-Pierre thrived in Mozart and French Baroque operas. She performed roles in many of Jean-Philippe Rameau’s operas, including Les Indes galantes (1962), Les Boréades (1964), and Zoroastre (1964). Through these performances, as well as her role in the first public performance of Rameau’s Dardanus, Eda-Pierre secured her place in the French opera stage and helped a movement to revive Rameau’s music. On tour with the Paris Opera at the Metropolitan Opera House in 1976, Eda-Pierre alternated nights with Welsh soprano Margaret Price as the Countess in Mozart’s Le Nozze di Figaro. This performance is now regarded as one of her greatest, but the New York Times’s John Rockwell felt that she lacked “that final solidarity of breath support that distinguishes great singers” and did not live up to the expectations of the other cast members.

This review did not deter her success on the international stage, however, as just four years later, Eda-Pierre went on to make her official Metropolitan Opera debut as Konstanze in Mozart’s The Abduction From the Seraglio. In contrast to their earlier remarks, the New York Times raved about this performance. “Any soprano who can sing Konstanze’s ‘Martern aller Arten’ decently is a better-than-average singer, and Miss Eda-Pierre’s accomplishments with this fiendish aria were far better than decent.” In the 1980 and 1981 seasons at the Met, Eda-Pierre went on to participate in sixteen performances, including as Gilda in Verdi’s Rigoletto and Antonia in Offenbach’s Les contes d’Hoffmann. These performances were just as widely successful. Rigoletto in Central Park drew a crowd of between 150,000 and 300,000. Writing in The Guardian, Barry Millington described her interpretation of Antonia as having “a real sense of drama and a plenitude of tone that contrasted favourably with the mechanical delivery of decoration and pitchpipe timbre of some notable exponents of the role.”

The Baroque talent’s roles were not limited to Baroque opera, however. She performed in a vast variety of roles, from canonical operas in the standard repertoire to contemporary works. These newer pieces include roles in Chaynes’s oratorio Pour un monde noir (1979), which was composed specifically for Eda-Pierre, as well as Erszebet (1983). Notably, in 1983 she created the angel role — sung by a soprano but referred to in the libretto as “he” — in Olivier Messaien’s Saint François d’Assise. Messaien had Eda-Pierre specifically in mind as he wrote this role, and she proved his instincts right. Her ability to sustain long, high notes with elegance served her well in this role, as she maintained careful control over her timbre to create a warm, not shrill, tone. Though her voice floats, it does so with depth and passion. After this performance with the Paris Opera at the Palais Garnier, it was not staged again for nearly ten years. These contemporary performances elucidate how Eda-Pierre, much to the dislike of racist critics, thrived in not only standard roles, but also stood at the frontiers of innovation in opera.

Eda-Pierre was born March 24, 1932 on the French-owned Caribbean island of Martinique. She grew up in an accomplished family that inspired her with their musical and professional endeavors. Her father, William, was a journalist, and her mother, Alice, was a piano teacher who brought music into her life from a young age. Her grandfather, Paul Nardal, was Martinique’s first Black engineer. Furthermore, Eda-Pierre’s aunt, Paulette Nardal, was the first Black woman to study at the Sorbonne, one of the world’s oldest universities. Nardal, who played an important role in the development of Black literary consciousness and Negritude, spent her professional life introducing Black culture to White elites, much like Eda-Pierre would go on to do with opera. Nardal also pursued international projects, as she introduced French intellectuals to the poetry of the Harlem Renaissance. Eda-Pierre’s home environment served as a place of cultivation for professional excellence and promoting Black culture in white spaces.

In 1950, she immigrated to Paris to advance her musical education, and in 1954 enrolled at the Conservatoire National Supérieur de Musique et de Danse (Paris Conservatory). She had originally planned to study piano there, following in her mother’s footsteps. However, the budding pianist soon switched to voice after her teacher, Jean Planel, heard her sing and encouraged her to pursue this talent. At the Paris Conservatory, Eda-Pierre studied under Swiss baritone Charles Panzera. With his guidance, she flourished at the school, winning a first prize of singing and lyric art. As one of the first Black students at the Conservatory, she had to work against racism to prove herself as a capable singer. In 2013, Eda-Pierre detailed her experience at the conservatory: “My eyes almost popped out of my head because I was like, ‘Me, a black girl at the Conservatory, it’s just not possible.’” It was more than possible, though, since in 1957, she graduated with honors.

The same year, Eda-Pierre made her opera debut with the Opera de Nice as Leila in Bizet’s Les Pêcheurs de Perles, a role she later took to America in 1966 to make her American debut with the Chicago Lyric Opera. After her first performance, she soon after earned the title role in Delibes’s Lakmé with the Opéra Comique. These early performances catapulted her to fame not only in France, but around the globe. The New York Times took note of her role as Lakmé in particular. “She breathed such life into the faded orientalism of ‘Lakmé’ that London’s leading music critic, Andrew Porter of The Financial Times, wrote after a detailed rave, ‘We must hear more of this remarkable singer!’”

Eda-Pierre performed in opera houses around the world, touring with French opera companies and earning roles in these cities’ own opera companies. Highlights from her international career include performances in Berlin, Hamburg, London, Lisbon, Wexford, Vienna, Salzburg, Moscow, Chicago, and New York. Beloved by the global opera community, Eda-Pierre took every opportunity to use her career to advance Black singers and musicians more broadly.

After retiring from the stage in the mid-1980s, Eda-Pierre dedicated many years to inspiring others in the way that her mentors did her. She became a teacher at the Paris Conservatory while continuing her recital career and engaged students with her impressive experience as a world-renowned opera star and strict pedagogical approach to singing. The Opéra Comique, with which she had performed for twelve years, opened an academy for young musicians in 2012 and gave Eda-Pierre the title of honorary president.

Eda-Pierre’s career had no shortage of impressive roles, and there is no doubt that she played a vital role in advancing the opportunities for Black women in opera. From starting as one of the first Black students at the Paris Conservatory to creating an international name for herself in an impressive array of roles, she exceeded society’s expectations. Her experiences position her as a hero of promoting global Black excellence. Her biographer, Catherine Marceline, noted how Eda-Pierre aimed to advance Black musicians. “[Eda-Pierre] said that the more often we put them on stage, the more it would end up becoming normal.” Throughout her extensive opera career, Eda-Pierre opened up opportunities for her successors, and her voice and integrity were far beyond what one would consider normal.

The Many Lives of John Prine

(AP Photo: John Humphrey)

Folk icon John Prine died earlier this year, leaving behind decades of influential work and a legion of artists who carry on the style he helped pioneer.

John Prine died on April 7, 2020 from complications caused by COVID-19. He was 73 years old.

Often referred to as one of the greatest songwriters in American history, he reached his peak in popularity near the end of his career, and his legacy will continue to grow. He leaves behind his wife and two children, along with every life he invented through his songs. 

Following a stint in the army that would go on to inform much of his writing, Prine began his career in the late 1960s, performing alone with his guitar at open-mic nights at a small Chicago club called the Fifth Peg. He was immediately offered paid gigs, and gained notoriety in the local area following a chance encounter and glowing review from Roger Ebert. He began to play at more clubs across the city, quickly becoming one of the figures in the folk revival scene. 

Prine released his self-titled debut in 1971, garnering little commercial success but establishing himself as one of the most important musicians in folk. The songs were witty, political, and relatable, demonstrating his ability to seamlessly weave haunting tragedy and biting satire with romance and simple beauty. The album was filled with ruminations on war and patriotism, with songs “Your American Flag Decal Won’t Get You Into Heaven Anymore” and “Sam Stone” criticising America’s actions in Korea and Vietnam, and the government’s exploitation of soldiers. Lyrics like “But your flag decal won’t get you Into Heaven anymore, they’re already overcrowded from your dirty little war” tapped into a disillusion many Americans felt at the time, and resonate currently with American disgust at the wars fought in the middle east for the past twenty years. 

Prine’s song “Illegal Smile” connected with drug users, a group that overlapped greatly with antiwar protestors at the time. Although he later admitted the song wasn’t written about marijuana smoking, the lyrics “And you may see me tonight with an illegal smile, it don’t cost very much, but it lasts a long while. Won’t you please tell the man I didn’t kill anyone, no I’m just trying to have me some fun” spoke to smokers who seeked escapism in the way Prine described. Drug use was a theme across many of the songs in the album, but he often discussed them with a darker tone. 

The themes came together in the standout track “Sam Stone,” a song that told the story of a drug addicted disabled veteran who received a Purple Heart for his time in Vietnam. The tragically beautiful lyric “There’s a hole in Daddy’s arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin’, I suppose” is just one example of Prine’s ability to boil down the tragedy of a universal American experience to a single line. He could connect with anyone who listened to him though, as his dark lyrics came with beautiful, simple chords, and were often cut with humor. “Illegal Smile,” for example, ends with the simple “Well done, hot dog bun, my sister’s a nun,” bringing back his audience from the bleak story he just laid upon them. 

He continued to release music consistently throughout the 1970s, building his commercial success and maintaining his critical stature. He hit the Billboard Hot 100 for the first time with 1975’s  “Come Back to Us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard,” and went on a tour across the country. By the end of the decade though, he had grown disgusted with the exploitation found across the music industry, leading him to found his own label, Oh Boy Records, in 1981. At that point, many of his most well known songs became popular through covers by acts like The Highwaymen. His talent was plainly recognizable to his contemporaries, and through them he began to build a legacy as a “songwriter’s songwriter.” 

He continued to release original albums until 2005’s Fair &Square, after which he took a pause from full length albums. He spent the next decade working with younger artists and performing for younger crowds, filled with a new generation discovering him for themselves for the first time. In 2018, he released his final solo album, The Tree of Forgiveness. The album sold over 50,000 copies in its first week, debuting at #5 on the Billboard album chart, by far his highest ever. His final song, “I Remember Everything,” was a rumination on his career, recounting all of the places he’d performed, artists he’d worked with, and beautiful times he’d experienced throughout his life.

Though he hadn’t released an album of new material for over thirteen years, his profile had grown immensely, in part due to the success of those he mentored in the industry. The album featured contributions from Jason Isbell, Amanda Shires, Dan Auerbach, and Brandi Carlile, all of whom are successful artists who credit Prine as a major inspiration to their own work. It is in this way that Prine’s legacy will continue to grow, constantly exposing him to a new generation of fans, including myself.

When an artist is so influential, there is often a generational delay before the full scope of their influence can be recognized. Although they are not appreciated by most fans during their creative peak, artists take notice, and find great influence in their work. When the next generation finds success, they will bring their idols along with them, leading to a revival of the original work. For Prine, this cycle materialized through his mentorship and shared live performances with many of the most talented artists in current country and folk music. Following his death, Kacey Musgraves said Prine “impacted [her] songwriting more than anyone else.” Sturgill Simpson, Jason Isbell, and Margo Price all participated in tribute concerts for him as well. I mention these four names because they also occupy spots one through four on Paste Magazine’s top country albums of the decade. John Prine helped to shape the modern sound of country music, and his fingerprints can be found across myriad projects, constantly expanding his reach.  

Following this year’s Country Music Awards, Isbell and fellow singer Amanda Shires announced that they would be returning their lifetime memberships to the Country Music Association due to their failure to mention John Prine during the show. The tension between the singers and establishment is emblematic of the gap between Prine’s adoration among the music community and in the general public. For the CMA’s whose goal is to make money and appeal to as wide a reach of people as possible, avoiding Prine is a decision that sacrifices integrity for commercial success. Whether they wanted to avoid discussing the coronavirus due to its politicization, or didn’t want to bring him up due to his anti war and anti republican messaging, they made it clear that many areas of the industry are still lagging behind the innovation Prine has brought since the 70s. This only makes him connect with those who care about more though. Isbell wrote that they were giving up their memberships because “we cared a lot about our heroes.” Sturgill Simpson didn’t hold back in his response, writing “Don’t get it twisted,.. wouldn’t be caught dead at this tacky ass glitter and botox cake & cock pony show even if my chair had a morphine drip. … I just wanted to see if they would say his name but nope.” 

The omission of Prine reflects more on the CMAs than it does on his career. The Grammy’s gave Prine a lifetime achievement award in 2019, and the DNC used his music to soundtrack a tribute to those lost to the Coronavirus, but the show dedicated to country music didn’t mention him. Already facing backlash for advertising the show as a “no drama” night (during a pandemic, massive civil rights movement, and contested election,) the CMAs showed that they care more about appearing accessible than being honest. In a genre built on storytelling, the artists proved that they have the final say in who lives on. I was able to discover Prine through a tribute by Phoebe Bridgers, and then through cover after cover from a dozen other artists I love, regardless of any omissions by the CMAs (a show I would never watch anyway.) Because of the time he spent working with and influencing other artists, his legacy will continue, and his characters will live on. When his self titled debut turns fifty next year, the story of Sam Stone will as well, and every veteran he represents will have their stories told a little bit more thanks to him. This is the legacy of John Prine: by weaving his own truths into songs everyone can relate to, he will live on through the stories told by those he inspired.

Phillipa Soo: the detective, archeologist, and mystery-solver

What do founder of the first NYC orphanage Eliza Hamilton, quirky Parisienne Amelie Poulin, and Chinese goddess of the moon Chang’e have in common? Not much.

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When you listen to Broadway singer and actress Phillipa Soo, she is undoubtedly all three of the leading ladies she has played in one body: a devoted advocate, an admirer of life, and an incontestable pop goddess.

Coming from a household with parents involved in both performing arts and the medical field, a young Soo was encouraged to pursue her singing and acting goals while at the same time highly valuing a university education. Just weeks after graduating from Juilliard in 2015, Soo wasted no time running from audition to audition before landing her first off-Broadway role as Natasha Rostova in Natasha, Pierre and The Great Comet of 1812.

Sitting in the audience during her debut performance was Lin Manuel Miranda, playwright/composer/lyricist/lead of the artfully distinguished musical Hamilton. Soo’s solo of “No One Else” expressing her wistful longing for her on-stage lover Andrey Bolonsky while he is off in war demonstrated the power of Soo’s voice to stir up an audience’s emotions.

Soo’s live performance at Barnes & Noble of “No One Else” from “Natasha, Pierre and The Great Comet of 1812”

Soo didn’t have the wintry backdrop and cold lighting in her live performance of “No One Else” at Barnes and Noble, but her sweet yet resolute voice never fails to have a glowing effect, rendering her surroundings sunless and irrelevant. Her docile voice so effortlessly swings from a soft, sweet carol to an intense forte projection causing the audience to feel every emotion in her character’s body: sorrow to frustration, nostalgia to exasperation, and muted hope to passionate anticipation.

Miranda recognized Soo’s potent vocals, and after making his praise Tweet-official, “@PhillipaSoo is a star,” Miranda invited her for a table reading of his new musical, casting her as Eliza Hamilton, the loving and dedicated wife of short-lived founding father Alexander Hamilton.

Soo, like most of us, was unfamiliar with Eliza’s character when she was first introduced to it. It was a quick Google search, but Eliza’s benevolence and resilience were enough to convince her to commit to the character. Signing on to this particular role came with a rare responsibility, however, especially for a fledgling actress to the Broadway industry: originating the part. Soo jumped at this opportunity, and her collaboration with Miranda turned out to be the perfect partnership.

Wielding creative control over her roles was exciting. In a 2017 interview, Soo tells the New York Times, “I get to see a writer’s process, which is really special, especially having gone to Juilliard where a lot of the things we were doing were by playwrights who were deceased, so to have a live playwright in the room is such a treat. There’s no map for you to follow and take your journey. You are Lewis and Clark. You are the mapmaker.”

And truly a mapmaker she is, on and off stage. Soo is a modern day Eliza, standing up for her beliefs and using her contagious spirit and passion to be an influential leader. During the three impending weeks leading up to the 2020 presidential election, Soo and her husband, actor Steven Pasquale, posted a series of self-composed duets on their Instagram accounts motivating various states to register to vote and head to the polls. The couple used their impeccably intertwined vocals and improv lyrics to excite their followers.

Soo’s participation in the NYCLU Sing Out event, however, was the epitome of the compelling influence of her voice, and her pure devotion and indubitable care for her country and fans shine through.

Soo’s monumental Zoom performance of “Democracy” from “Soft Power” featured on her Instagram page

The power and force in her vocals are dipped in elegance. Even the least ideal format of performing, Zoom, cannot tarnish her range of dynamic and vocal finesse.

After two years of being a part of the global takeover of Hamilton, Soo jumps right into another opening – carefree, wide-eyed Amelie Poulin from the 2001 French indie film Amelie. This role also required of her to conceive her own creative decisions of the character, though this time around, Soo was very familiar with Amelie.

“That movie was like my religion, as a young woman who was not necessarily introverted, but certainly a very quirky person,” she said. Growing up watching Amelie, Soo admired the Parisienne’s knack for doing good for those around her and leaving small but meaningful goodies for people, and Soo carries a part of Amelie in both her personal and professional world.

The plot of Amelie centers around the title character’s inability to express herself and find her purpose in life. During the character development process with Amelie’s composer/lyricist Daniel Messe, Soo turned to what she knew how to do best to give Amelie the voice she had been looking for – singing. The musical’s most famous number “Times Are Hard for Dreamers,” is plainly the result of Soo’s trial and error improvised vocal warm-ups. The process of character origination, however enjoyable, is quite an arduous and pressuring task. Having done so for her first two Broadway roles, Soo remains grateful for these extraordinary opportunities to breathe life into her characters.

It also worked to Soo’s advantage that creativity and artistry naturally flow from her inclination to try new things and cherish little joys in life. For Soo, it’s all about “allowing yourself to enjoy being a human in the world,” and if that means dabbling in “transcendental meditation,” or finally trying that medicinal mushroom coffee, or beatboxing into a megaphone with your fellow Schuyler sister, then by all means.

Outside Richard Rogers Theater, Soo beatboxes for co-star Renee Elise Goldberry as she performs a Schuyler sister rendition of “Right Hand Man” from “Hamilton”

Soo’s virtuosity isn’t limited to Broadway numbers.

This past October, Soo debuted in her first Netflix animation Over the Moon, where she plays the brokenhearted Chinese moon goddess Chang’e waiting to be reunited with her lover Houyi.

This was Soo’s first time in voicing an animated character and getting in touch with speaking Mandarin (Soo is the only family member who does not speak the language). But most notably, Soo recalls the most fabulous part of her Chang’e experience as being an inspiration for young Asian-American girls in the same way she looked up to Lea Salonga, Filipina singer and actress who also rose to stardom through Broadway and film.

There have always been severely limited roles for Asian women in theater/opera. Within the few lead roles that were available, such as in Miss Saigon, Madame Butterfly, and The King and I, the female characters were degraded to a simple portrayal of a weak, “oriental” damsel in distress. While the roles are still few, new movies like Over the Moon are restoring power in female Asian representation in art and film. Soo mentions her feeling of pride in being a part of this full-Asian cast and giving this mythological goddess a new image of an independent woman finding new ways to care for herself and forming uplifting and empowering support systems with other female characters.

Soo’s performance in the Over the Moon was in fact “ultraluminary,” (as her character sings in the animation), probably due to the fact that the film portrays Chang’e as someone totally unexpected: a superior Mando-pop star with dance moves inspired by famous K-pop group Blackpink. Audiences are also exposed to Soo’s never-before-heard pop vocals. Her vocal range is just as extraordinary, but it sure is different than her previous grief-stricken ballads from Hamilton and dainty musical theater numbers from Amelie.

Soo guest stars in a Skivvies concert, belting a pop/R&B/rap mash-up of Beyonce, Next, and Juvenile

While Soo’s role in Over the Moon marked her first time receiving public acclaim in the pop-genre performance, Soo has indeed had her share of mainstream covers and genres other than musical theater. During her period of stardom in 2015 with Hamilton, Soo was invited for a concert with the Skivvies, a duo band known for their musically (and physically) stripped-down musical arrangements.

Soo manifests her vocal versatility in this collaboration, busting out in explosive, soulful vocals, grooving to early-2000’s R&B and hip-hop rhythms, and ending with her signature Phillipa-esque harmonization.

As Soo once said, “My job as an actor is also that of a detective, archaeologist, and mystery-solver.” And yes, she truly has done so, from delving into a deep Google investigation of Eliza Hamilton, excavating her childhood memories of Amelie Poulin, and enlightening the world with the true star quality of Chang’e.

Dead in Flesh; Alive in Spirit

The LP is dead. It is survived by artists everywhere, who will be influenced by the art form for years to come.

Vinyl

Born to Columbia Records in 1948, the long-playing (LP) record ran circles around its elder sibling, the 78. Shedding the staticky shellac synthetic of the 78, the LP’s vinyl construction produced a cleaner, crisper tone. Its 12-inch stature and 33 rpm speed allowed for more minutes of playing time than any of its predecessors. Inscribed in its grooves, artists found a new code of corpus production: 10-12 songs, 30-45 minutes, one coherent album.

This new format broadened the canvas of expression within a single disc. Jazz musicians were first to take this shift in stride, using the album as an opportunity to comprehensively explore new styles; Miles Davis’s Kind of Blue and John Coltrane’s Giant Steps are a few famous examples of this phenomenon. In the 1960s, popular music took the torch of innovation, engineering the concept album: a coherent story or theme carried across a collection of songs. The Beach Boys famously perfected this form with the lush, alluring Pet Sounds, to which The Beatles retorted with the scintillating Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart Club Band. Two years later, The Who pushed the boundaries of the album still further with the first ever rock opera, “Tommy.”

From the 1960s forward, the LP album established itself as the quintessential mode of musical expression, and the entire music industry became fitted to its features. Aspiring artist were disciplined by record labels with deadlines for writing and recording 10-12 songs. After routine artistic deliberations on track order, album art, and liner notes, an artist’s work was finally deemed ready for placement on record store shelves. The LP structured an artist’s operations on the road as well. Tours became centered around album promotion, and the 10-12 songs of an LP provided the perfect amount of new content to add to ones setlist. Albums had become the locus of all professional musical endeavors.

It wasn’t long before this favorite child of the music industry began competing for attention with its slimmer, sleeker siblings. The cassette, released in 1968, steadily gained popularity in the 1970s and 1980s for its compact design. LPs still sold, but more and more consumers were willing to pass on vinyl’s alluring album art and graceful grooves for this new plastic box which could be conveniently slipped into a car dashboard or boombox. Even more alarming for the LP was the rise of the famed and feared mixtape. Rather than listen to an artist’s released work front to back, as the LP encouraged, listeners at home could dub their favorite individual songs from their records or radio onto a blank tape, curating an individualized listening experience. Thus, a dissonance grew between how the artist packaged their material and how the consumer experienced it. While artists still followed the conventions of the LP, taking time to create enticing album art and arranging their tracks in optimal order, consumers lurched towards a less dazzling, more convenient way to play.

If the cassette tugged at the fabric of album ascendancy, the CD ripped it completely apart. Introduced in 1982, this diminutive doppelgänger of its predecessor had the appearance of an LP shrunken in the wash. Much like with cassettes, consumers were willing to pass on the comely, weighted feel of an LP for another portable plastic box with mix-taping capabilities. By the early 1990s, the LP was wobbling on the edge of the wastebasket. It was finally nudged into oblivion by the emergence of music digitization in the early 2000s. In both legal and illegal fashions, consumers began using computers to transfer the music of their CDs with MP3 files, turning their backs completely on the aesthetic of physical product for weightless ones and zeros. The market soon caught up with this phenomenon; platforms allowing consumers to purchase files directly from the internet rose to prominence. Consumers were further encouraged to ignore the greater body of an artist’s produced work for individual tracks of an album.

Consumers’ slow rejection of the LP’s conventions solidified in the 2010s with the rise of music streaming services like Spotify and Apple Music. The all-you-can-eat nature of these platforms encouraged consumers to take bites out of the works of an array of artists rather than devouring one singular product. Streamlining the playlist-making process, these sites reinforced consumers’ cravings for an individualized listening experience. The shift away from albums is well documented. In one 2016 study by the Music Business Association, 77% of surveyed participants acknowledged playlists and single song streaming as their dominant mode of listening. Comparatively, only 22% of participants still favored listening to albums. Creators of album charts, such as Billboard, have had to acknowledge that the most successful albums are no longer those selling the most whole copies. Their solution was the mythical metric of “streaming album equivalents.” For Billboard, this means weighing every 1,250 subscription paid streams and every 3,750 free, ad-supported streams as one album unit to count towards the total number of records sold. This assuredly arbitrary algorithm boosted albums to the top of the charts off the success of only a handful of hits.

With the singular sensation of holding a piece of physical music, poring over its liner notes, and playing front to back finally meeting its maker, some makers of music bemoan the album as an outdated model of production. For artists who labor for months to create their 12-song statement to the world, it can be downright disheartening to see the majority of their tracks disregarded. In response, some artists are preferring to focus more on singles and EPs—a pattern of production that we haven’t witnessed on a large scale since the 1950s, when the album had not yet been embraced as the premier format of recording. This method not only ensures that individual songs are not lost in the greater catalog of an album, but it also allows for artists to release music with greater frequency. A smaller, steadier stream of content is phenomenal fuel for an artist’s fanbase, keeping them continually interested. With none of the hurdles that come with pressing and packaging physical product, a frequent output of content is both doable and desirable.

Still, the LP resists relegation to the glass cases of the Smithsonian with the other obsolete inventions of music’s past. After being buried below cassettes, CDs, and Spotify, a new generation of listeners has dug the LP out of its grave. Some are enticed by its collectible nature. Others are searching for a superior stereophonic experience. A third group is staging a desperate escape from the Silicon Valley giants collecting and selling data of every stream. Whatever the motive, vinyl revival has arrived. The LP is now the fastest growing form of physical music. In some sense, the LP itself has taken a similar trajectory to the genres of music that were once inscribed in its grooves. Just as jazz and rock have gone from chart-topping sensations to somewhat niche genres with smaller audiences, the LP has abdicated its role as the primary purveyor of music for a second life as an item of nostalgia.

The lengthy life and times of the album is a captivating saga. Yet, to dramatize on all the foes the LP has fought, as I have attempted, might miss the forest for the trees. The shock value that this topic provides is proof itself that the album still looms large over the cultural conscience of America. The LP is no longer a titan of the music market, and some artists are indeed leaning towards a more piecemeal manner of production, yet the album still stands as the benchmark achievement for musicians everywhere. Despite vast changes in technology, the conventions of production that the LP provided are preferred by most artists. While recording musicians are no longer bound to the 45 minutes limit of what could fit on a record, many still value this length as the optimal balance between substantial and succinct. Album art survives as well; despite some musicians forgoing physical music altogether, the tradition of creating a colorful cover is embraced by all. The “album,” as we refer to it today may be a skeleton of its former self, the LP, yet decades of cultural prominence have knighted the album with a reverence that won’t be lost on the music industry for years to come.

 

Sonic Reducers: Chill Punk Kids

Cornell-hailing punk band Sonic Reducers tap into a vibrant and genuine art form in a DIY fashion.

 

The weather outside is far too warm for an autumn day. Sonic Reducers begin appearing on my screen, smiling. Everyone appears to be in the serene moods. It may be virtual and my glimpses of body language are terribly limited, but the aura radiating from Sonic Reducers casts a comfortable feeling into the air. Their music is punk yet not riotous; their sound sits in an eclipse of punk and indie fuzz rock. The chillness of Sonic Reducers is warm, welcoming, and the delegation of answering questions is natural. No one appears hindered by the influences of any great city. Floating in cyberspace now, we delve into the intricacies of the band. A mere year-and-a-half-old, Sonic Reducers have a full-length out, and it’s self-titled.

Ayta Mandzhieva, a junior architecture student and native Russian, began dreaming of forming a punk band after she had read Percy Jackson & the Lightning Thief in Russian. One of the main characters mentioned Green Day, she googled the moniker, and shortly thereafter began learning guitar. Somehow it was her first time telling this story as her bandmates replied in wonderment that they had never known the genesis of her musical passions. During the Cornell Orientation Week (the first week before school for freshmen to mingle and acclimate), Ayta met her future bandmate and drummer Jackson Rauch at a collegetown party. They dove into a conversation about music and agreed to play together, getting ideas flowing already. Since Orientation Week brims with activities, all four members found themselves at the same event.

Luke Slomba, the lead singer and guitarist, arrived a half-hour late to a half-hour long radio open house and serendipitously met Ayta and Sebastian at the Cornell radio station. The inevitable freshman mistakes and college radio encounters all follow in the jagged way that punk kids meet. Luke recognized Ayta as she was in the same architecture major, and introduced her to his roommate and future bassist of Sonic Reducers, Sebastian Fernandez.

Ayta casually mentioned to Luke that she was in a band to which Luke replied “That’s so cool! I could show up if  you have a practice or something!”

At the heart of punk is a keen messy candor. Add college students to the mix and you end up with frazzled and genuine art. They also carry a quirky performing history, with the guitar and bass player shotgunning La Croix seltzers throughout the intro of their song return to ithaca. The half-wild nature of Sonic Reducers manifested naturally, a bunch of passionate college students existing creatively together.

Their first practice occurred at Cornell’s program housing dorm called Just About Music, JAM for short. Afterwards, the unnamed quartet sat at a table in the dining hall, pining over name ideas. There happens to be an extraordinarily compelling class (to me) offered at Cornell  – during  Ayta’s freshman fall, she enrolled in MUSIC 2006: Punk Culture: The Aesthetics and Politics of Refusal. She suggested the title of the Dead Boys song, Sonic Reducers. Sebastian clarifies today that the name is sort of a joke, prodding at the comments they receive about being a Sonic Youth pastiche. Jackson expresses a different sentiment of the name, calling Dead Boys a huge inspiration. Sonic Reducers explain that they aren’t actually  Sonic Youth fanatics, remaining unfamiliar with their greater work. Teen Age Riot is a cool song though, Sebastian concedes. Luke’s father held nothing back in telling him that their song everything i hate about american cities sounds exactly like Kool Thing. Though maybe it’s better to be compared to Sonic Youth’s second most famous single than a Blink-182 cover band.

 

Sonic Reducers’ influences are a mix of rock sub-genres, melting together into the shape of their sound. Jackson’s drumming history is a colorful one that permeates the Sonic Reducers’ sound. As a fan of reggae, he borrows reggae drumming patterns and places them in a punk context. Having also played blues rock in high school, he affirms that his favorite music is old-school punk. Ayta japes, “What about Brand New?” He stands up to show his shirt, blushing in embarrassment because of the  singer’s scandal. Known today as “cancelled,” Jackson claims he doesn’t want to give them a platform, but Sebastian interjects with more banter, “Yeah just wear their sweatshirt!”

 

Sebastian confesses, albeit with pride, that he began learning the bass after agreeing to be a member of Sonic Reducers. He crafted the basslines for the debut album first on MIDI, almost as one composes music, and then purchased a bass over winter break 2018 to learn it on the instrument itself. The prominent, melodic bassline of Is This It? by The Strokes is his primordial inspiration for writing.

 

Luke Slomba stands as the main songwriter although each member adds to the sound. One song from his high school demo archive, cool hair, is on the record. Once a drum-machine and acoustic guitar diaristic indie song, now a ska-punk dynamic, throttling banger. The reworked final version combines Jackson’s eclectic drum style with the punk influences of Ayta. The combination of sounds and ideas shows the DIY harmony of Sonic Reducers. Luke did not name each song that was a demo of his, but expressed his wonderment with how the songs effloresced when they were revisited and recrafted.

The do-it-yourself atmosphere of Sonic Reducers coalesced through the recording process. The music program housing had several spaces for practicing and recording, however, time was precious and often, rooms were full of other students ribboning together their own creative endeavors. Once Sonic Reducers realized that they had a catalog of tunes, the next step was to begin recording the album. Some vocals were recorded in unorthodox spaces, such as those for supermarket, recorded at a desk in a tiny dorm room. Free time for Cornell students is sparse during the semester, so Jackson and Luke crafted a system of quick-learning. Luke would have an idea recorded from a drum machine, play it for Jackson, and after five minutes of listening they’d record takes for about an hour.

“We’d mic the drums, press record, put a metronome in, and record a song” Jackson and Luke detailed the simple process of drum recording, but perhaps the swiftness of learning relates to Jackson’s immense talent. Usually Luke would mic all of the instruments and record, but Sebastian took to the computer to produce and mix the record.

The recording process was wildly rushed, Luke joking that he didn’t really know why they were so adamant about mixing it by a particular date. They speak about this frenetic, frazzled time period with chuckles, Sebastian nonchalantly saying that he mixed the entire album for eight hours straight on a random Friday, not knowing anything that he was doing. I asked him how the experience felt, and he responded ironically with “I was just pretty tired after it.” There is a small jovial note at the bottom of their bandcamp page that reveals it was uploaded at exactly 3:22 A.M. The ungodly yet fairly normal hour for college students adds to the punk clumsiness and charm. Everyone agrees that the rushed mixing process gave the record a distinctive sound.

After the release of their self-titled debut album, Sonic Reducers played as many open-mics as they could. All of their eyes glow when Ayta mentions the Watermargin show of September 2019. At this performance lies the heart of Sonic Reducers lore; the candid, quirky, laid-back, fun vibe that radiates into the crowd. The cyber-chatter begins to overlap as each member jubilantly tells the story. This performance is luckily immortalized on Youtube, quickly discovered by searching Sonic Reducers Cornell. The video is recorded from a nearly front-row perspective, very close to the band. Everyone glistens with sweat, strumming with passion. The intimate camera angle never dips away to show the crowd, but the closeness makes you feel like you’re right there. About 11 minutes in is what the band calls their “legendary” moment: the La Croix supernova. Luke announces “now comes a special moment in our set.” Jackson brandishes the cans to the crowd well above his head and shouts jovially,“This concert is endorsed by La Croix! Zero calories!” The moment the cans pop and burst, Luke begins the intro to return to ithaca. Sebastian and Jackson toss the cans and join in. The timing is immaculate. Shotgunning seltzer and singing about the cold winter of Ithaca at a co-op on campus is a quintessential Sonic Reducers moment. It may have been their only full-band show, but it serves as inspiration for the upcoming shows once the world is not in a seemingly never-ending pandemic. Over this cloudy time they’ve done acoustic sets over Instagram live. The tantalizing, invigorating magic of live shows is a ways away, but Sonic Reducers continue to write punk songs that they wish to perform someday. The band admits that communication relating to the band has lessened over the past few months, even Sebastian joking “Wow we’re so good at being a band!”

Everyone has creative ideas brewing even though they haven’t met together in a while. Ayta actually announced an idea she hadn’t told the other members yet. An EP, tentatively titled 4D is a concept for four songs in the guitar tuning Drop D, a common tuning for punk and grunge music. Her bandmates are excited about this, mentioning ideas of including a cover they’ve done of a  Pavement song. It may be a triumph to get all of Sonic Reducers in a room together, but once they convene, punk magic occurs. The future is vast and welcoming to their passions, and so they will create and blossom.

 

 

 

 

 

The Dazzling Betty Wright’s Miami-Soul Legacy

Betty Wright’s Soulful Singing Rings On, Even After Her Passing

Betty Wright, Getty Images

 

Betty Wright, the sweet soul singer whose fierce vocals brought Miami funk into the public light and whose musical prowess catapulted the careers of hip-hop legends such as Rick Ross and DJ Khaled, passed away this past May. The 66-year old singer had been battling cancer for months, but her honey-sweet voice will live on for years to come.

Born in Miami in 1953 as Bessie Regina Norris, Betty Wright was immediately surrounded by song. At the age of three, Wright was singing with her family in a gospel group known as “the Echoes of Joy.” “We used to sing in local churches and halls,” said Wright in a 1972 interview, “and we used to make demo discs of some of the religious songs and we’d sell them when ever we appeared at a local hall.” Though she was the youngest, “she could not only sing on key but had a strong, loud voice,” said her brother Philip in an interview with The Glasgow Herald.

Wright’s musical career began early, at around 12 or 13 years old, after she was discovered by two local music producers, Clarence Reid and Willie Clarke. The founder of the small Miami record label Deep City, Clarke heard Wright singing along to “Summertime” by Billie Stewart in his combined record store and recording studio, and knew she had a voice of gold. “The record was down low,” Clarke recounted hearing Wright’s voice for the first time, “but she had overpowered [Stewart’s] lead voice. She just shut down our rehearsal.” She recognized Clarke from the times he had “pick[ed] up Philip for a session,” so she gladly accepted his invitation to sing for him. Wright initially faced opposition from her mother, who was deeply religious and didn’t approve of any music other than gospel. Eventually, however, “she changed her mind and she signed over her agreement and I made my first recordings,” Wright told John Abbey of Blues & Soul in 1972.

In 1967 Wright released her first album, My First Time Around, solidifying herself as a powerful performer at just 14. Wright’s voice chirps on “Funny How Love Grows Cold” and croons on “Sweet Lovin’ Daddy,” demonstrating how versatile the young singer was, even at the very beginning of her career. On the slower “Watch out Love,” Wright’s voice smoothly transitions between notes, fluttering in and out of vibrato before letting out hearty belts. And “I Can’t Stop My Heart” is a timeless ballad that begs listeners to take their paramour by the hand for a late-night dance in one another’s arms. It’s hard to imagine that Wright was able to produce such mature and distinct music at such a young age, but “Wright’s vocal power allowed her to ‘pass’ for a much older singer” which led “[her songwriters to] cast Wright as a worldly woman” according to Oliver Wang, a music reviewer for NPR. “Girls Can’t Do What The Guys Do,” the hit of this first album, features the line “Girls, you can’t do what the guys do – no – and still be a lady,” alluding to the sexist ideology that men can (and should) be promiscuous, but women cannot. Wright entered the music industry by testing the limits of what women should sing about, setting a new standard for the topics of songs for female singers.

Wright’s next big hit came with her 1972 album, I Love the Way You Love, when the song “Clean Up Woman” topped charts. Though Wright said she “didn’t like it too much at first,” the record was an immediate success. Wright credited this to its danceability, saying that “People could dance so easily to it – especially the soul sisters! Now [it’s] sold more than a million copies.” Though people originally mistook the song’s risqué lyrics as Wright’s claim that she could steal a woman’s man and be “a clean up woman,” she reflected upon the lyrics in a 1977 interview with Rolling Stone’s J Swenson and denied that they encourage any raunchy activity, “The song is not telling women to be sinful, but to watch out not to lose their husbands to the ‘Clean Up Woman.’” Whether people agreed with the story of Wright’s song or not, “Clean Up Woman” became “a top 10 hit on multiple charts, and it directly inspired Wright’s future singles ‘Baby Sitter’ (1972), ‘Outside Woman’ (1972) and ‘Secretary’ (1974)” according to Wang. In a 1972 Variety piece, Wright is described as “[adding] her own unique ‘soul’ dimension and some uptempo things that had the room vibrating.” Even in 2020, Betty Wright fans can find videos of her performing this memorable tune on television programs from the 1970s, surrounded by other young people, grooving her smooth vocals. And artists – such as Chance the and Mary J. Blige –  have since sampled the catchy opening guitar riff continuing the legacy of Wright’s career-advancing song about infidelity.

Betty Wright

Wright’s next big hits came two years later, on her 1974 album, Danger High Voltage. “Where Is The Love,” a track brimming with the unique sounds of the Miami music scene – beginning with poignant trumpets and energetic bongos – gained popularity thanks to its danceability. As the disco scene emerged, Wright’s Miami funk-infused soul tracks were distinct enough to garner attention and similar enough to disco to draw in diverse crowds. In a 1977 interview with David Nathan of Blues & Soul, Wright explained, “I can sing whatever I want – it doesn’t have to be blues or funk…But the most important thing of all is that it comes straight from the heart, that whatever we do is ‘for real.’” Similarly, “Shoorah! Shoorah!” was a crowd favorite, with its piercing brass line, funky beats, and clapping on the chorus.  In 1975, however, New Musical Express’s Roger St. Pierre stated that “a lot of radio stations have flipped over ‘Shoorah, Shoorah’ and gone for the ballad flip, ‘Tonight Is The Night’.” The latter was perhaps Wright’s first expression of her own story, telling an intimate tale of a young girl preparing to lose her virginity. Wang describes the intimacy in this track brilliantly: “there’s a candor and aching vulnerability that felt more authentically personal.” Wright’s live recording of the song (on her 1978 album Betty Wright Live!) revealed the reality of the track, as she told the audience, “I never intended recording this song. It was a personal poem, that is until the day my producer happened to thumb through the pages of my notebook.” The song still stands as a beautiful ode to womanhood through words and music.

The album that signaled Wright’s transition from young star to mature artist was This Time For Real, released in 1977 and filled with songs about her husband and newborn daughter. This record came at a time when Wright had decided to connect with her faith after being separated from it since entering the music industry. After winning a Grammy award and being recognized for her talent, Wright demonstrated her newfound introspectiveness and artistry in This Time For Real. During this time, as well, she had begun to dabble in producing, working with renowned producer Danny Sims to produce singles for up and coming artists. She told David Nathan of Blues & Soul in 1978 that this new role “will help me be more selective about my work. I know the difference between ‘hot’ and ‘cold’ as a record artist and when you’re hot, you can decide what you want more, be more choosy, pace yourself better.” Wright’s personality shone through on this album of slower tracks, particularly on “Brick Grits” and “That Man of Mine.” “‘Brick Grits,’” Wright told Rolling Stone, “is a little three-minute autobiography, I didn’t get a chance to learn how to cook or iron when I was a child…But my husband loved me enough to put up with me while I learned.” About “That Man of Mine,” Wright said, “When I was recording this album I was six months pregnant, I was really big, and all my friends were telling me how my eyes were shining…I wrote, ‘That Man of Mine’ as an explanation of that, because I realized I was really exuding that happiness.” Listening to these songs now, you would have no idea that Wright was six months pregnant, hearing her float in the whistle register in between hearty belts. Throughout her career, Wright demonstrated her resilience as a performer, delivering top-notch vocals as a child and even during her first pregnancy.

Betty Wright, Getty Images

In 1985, Wright formed her own label, Ms. B Records, but continued to produce her own music with TK Records (the former Deep City). Wright’s music has stayed true to her style throughout the decades, while still incorporating the trends of the time. “No Pain, (No Gain)” (off of the 1988 album Mother Wit) featured the frequently-used snares and synthesized backing line of the eighties, and “It’s The Little Things” (off of the 1993 album B-Attitudes) exuded the sound of the nineties, with a steady drumbeat and tambourine complementing Wright’s seductive singing. Her 2011 album, Betty Wright: The Movie, perfectly blended Wright’s soul style with the sounds of the 2010s and featured popular hip-hop artists such as Snoop Dogg and Lil Wayne. The middle-aged Wright hadn’t lost any of her passion or skill and even dabbled in rap on “Old Songs.” Perhaps because of her older age, Wright’s belting seems fuller on this album. They ache with experience and knowledge…the result of Wright’s years of singing and producing music that is entirely her own. Her legacy lives on through her pupils and friends, Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled, and Joss Stone (to name a few). In a New Yorker interview in 2014, Wright spoke of her work with hip-hop artists, saying “You know, they are somebody’s children, and I’m somebody’s momma, so we have a really good kinship. I ain’t trying to be in their sandbox – I built the sandbox, but I watch ‘em play in it.” By “[teaching] them breathing and stamina,” Wright transformed hip-hop hopefuls into impassioned rappers with impeccable flow. Most notably, Wright’s raspy butterscotch vocals were featured in Rick Ross and Kanye West’s “Sanctified,” which was recorded at midnight by a tired Wright at the pleading request of DJ Khaled. Hearing the song now, Wright’s aching voice evoked her fulfilling singing career. And juxtaposed next to Rick Ross’s rap, Wright had given hip-hop her blessing.

Betty Wright was a woman full of love, not only for song, but for everyone she worked with. In the same New Yorker interview, she said, “As long as you keep yourself in love with people, you can transcend time.” And her love surely remains strong in the hearts of all whom she touched with her voice, whether they be fellow musicians or simply those who danced along to “Clean Up Woman.”

A quick claim to fame followed by a tragic, premature death.

The 20-year-old superstar, Pop Smoke, full of promise and potential, re-invigorated the New York Drill scene, leaving us to wonder what could have been.

Pop Smoke striking a pose for publicity.

2020 has to be one the worst years in recent memory. From the infamous coronavirus to the civil unrest throughout the country, this year has brought to light a wide range of problems. Among the host of terrible events that have occurred, a variety of influential musicians have passed away, one of which was the rising star, Pop Smoke. As quickly as Pop Smoke rose to fame, was as swiftly as he lost it all. The 20-year-old Brooklyn born hip-hop rapper, Pop Smoke (originally named Bashar Barakah Jackson), was on the verge of making an international breakthrough before his life was mercilessly taken away. On the 19th of February 2020, at around 4:30am, two masked men broke into his house in an attempted robbery but instead ended up fatally shooting Smoke and fleeing the scene. Smoke was quickly rushed to the closest hospital where he was pronounced dead after futile attempts at revival. Shock and anger ripped through the community that had grown so fond of his unique voice and compelling style of music. But how did a 20-year-old out of Brooklyn grow to have such an impact in such a short period of time?

Jackson was born on July 20, 1999 in New York City where he spent his early childhood in the Canarsie section of Brooklyn. To say that Jackson had a rough childhood would be an understatement; in eighth grade he was expelled for bringing a gun to school, shortly after he spent two years under house arrest for illegal possession of weapons. Though there were occasional highlights, an invisible force always seemed to prevent Smoke from achieving sustained success. For example, when he was 15, he won a basketball scholarship to a prep school in Philadelphia, however, was forced to decline the offer after being diagnosed with a heart murmur, a condition that can be exacerbating by playing sports. Despite his early struggles, Smoke’s unfaltering failures would soon lead to unimaginable fame in one of the most competitive and volatile industries.

Smoke only started playing around with the idea of music back in 2018, making his story even more unbelievable. His love for music stems from the time he spent in the studio during recording sessions with other well-established artists; these interactions fostered a deep-seated passion for the art and inspired him to embark on his own musical journey. During the recording sessions he started to attend more regularly, Smoke would secretly record his own vocals, immediately piquing the interest of some producers due to the unique nature of his voice. He began to work with 808Melo, a talented producer from the UK who would soon become one of his close friends and appear on numerous projects. On December 19, 2018, he released ‘MPR’ which created some buzz around his name in the Brooklyn area. The positive response he received urged him to continue fine-tuning his craft and creating music to share with the world. A month later, he followed up his debut single with another captivating piece called ‘Flexing,’ which ended up receiving over one hundred thousand views on YouTube within the first day of its release. With success stirring and the stars aligning, the journey seemed to be going much better than expected for the hopeful teenager, and after everything he had been through, this was a nothing short of extraordinary.

Smoke quickly befriended a producer, Rico Beats, who was well acquainted with the record executive for Victor Victor Worldwide, a subsidiary of Universal Music, known for cultivating the growth of young artists. After a quick introduction and brief interview, Smoke announced that he had signed with the record label and suddenly, everything seemed to have fallen in place, poising the young artist for international fame and triumph. In April 2019, Smoke released the lead single, ‘Welcome to the Party,’ of his debut mixtape— ‘Meet The Woo’ – foreshadowing the incredible celebratory party that would ensue. The record experienced tremendous amount of praise and recognition; the type of attention aspiring artists can only dream of achieving. It made its way around the world and caught the attention of heavyweights in the music industry such as Niki Minaj, Travis Scott, Quavo and many other globally acclaimed rappers, leading to some outstanding collaborations. Though the mixtape did not debut in the top 100 on the billboards, it was placed at 173, an impressive feat considering it was Smoke’s first commercial release. With people around the world echoing their unwavering support for the dynamic mixtape, Smoke and his label were confident that they could generate even more buzz with future releases. After taking a few months to refine and perfect his craft, Smoke announced the release of his second mixtape which would feature major artists such as Quavo, A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Fivio Foreign and Lil Tjay. What would be Smoke’s last project was released on the 7th of February 2020. Unlike his previous release, this mixtape not only cracked the top 100 but ended by debuting at 7 on the US billboards; giving Smoke the confidence to say that he had finally made it, despite his rough start and through all the adversity, he had achieved his biggest dream. Unfortunately, though this tale has elements prosperity and triumph interspersed throughout, it eventually ends in tragedy and heartbreak. Smoke never seemed to escape the demons that haunted him from a young age. Only a week after experiencing nationwide recognition and praise, Smoke was brutally murdered in his own home, putting an end to his short-lived, exceptionally successful life.

Smoke’s success was largely attributed to the connection he drew between the New York and London drill scenes, forming a captivating bond that had once been vilified by the media. Drill was originally a British rap sub-genre that emerged in London; it quickly gained popularity inspiring the creation of other regional scenes. It is characterized by dark, violent, nihilistic lyrical content and ominous trap-influenced beats. The lyrics tend to reflect life on the streets in a violent, gritty and realistic way. The rappers generally use a grim, deadpan delivery with vocals that are slathered in auto tune, a method that was commonly employed by Pop Smoke. Though the sub-genre shares many similarities with trap music, it is generally slower with a moderate tempo of 60 to 70 beats per minute. Drill promptly made its way to the US where a regional style emerged in the south side of Chicago in early 2010 and by 2018 New York had seen its own iteration. Smoke did not stick to the conventional characteristics of the New York Drill scene yet was still was considered one of the biggest artists for the sub-genre due to its audible influence. Smoke often wrote about his environment and ambitions, glamorizing drugs and sexualizing women but never referencing excessively violent events. All of which is a direct result of his rough childhood; only Pop Smoke would be capable of turning something dreadful into something poetic and musical for all to listen to. In an interview Smoke stated that he makes music for the young kids growing up in poverty, like he did.

Many fans and critics attributed the newfound popularity of New York Drill to the catchy melodies and autotuned vocals Pop Smoke offered in his mix tapes. Smoke transformed the sub-genre and put it back on the map, capturing an entirely new audience that never existed before. He was praised for his unique style and stand out musical personality, which distinguished him from other rap artists, ultimately allowing him to experience tremendous amounts of fame and recognition. It was his distinctive approach to the sub-genre that caught the attention of many major recording artists. Upon his untimely death, the music world appeared to let out a unifying cry that echoed the remorse and heartbreak everyone was feeling about the tragic event. Quavo referred to Pop Smoke as a ‘very talented, humble, respectful, and appreciative’ young kid in a post on Instagram. Similar types of statements were shared by artists of similar status, showing the immense amount of appreciation and respect the 20-year-old had cultivated during his short musical journey. Now, all we have is the incomplete legacy that Smoke left behind. We are left to wonder what could have been. To what extent would he transform the genre? How would he grow as an artist? So many pressing questions that will never be answered. 808Melo recounts what Smoke said to him during a studio session – He knew, I need to do something else, I need to be versatile. I’m trying to be that superstar – Smoke was the type of artist that transforms genres and creates trends. There seems to be no limits in sight for what Smoke could have achieved. After all, he was only in the music game for two years before he achieved some top charting songs, who knows where he would have been in the next ten years. To lose him at such a young age and so early on in his career is not only devastating to his friends and family but also to the entire music community.

 

The Thousand Knives of Ryuichi Sakamoto

Driven by his immutable sense of wonder, the Japanese techno, film and avant-garde musical giant is an indefatigable innovator.

At first glance, the 68-year-old Ryuichi Sakamoto exudes a professorial gravitas. He speaks in a rasping, measured tenor, and carries himself with an urbane reserve. From behind his tortoiseshell glasses, a sense of mystery permeates his steady gaze. Yet this severity and stillness belie his relentless exploration and unceasing sense of wonder which has propelled this pianist, composer and sound artist to the forefront of techno, film and avant-garde music over the course of his 40-year long career. Sakamoto has attained a rare longevity as part of the vaunted circle of maestros who have achieved what so many artists can only aspire to: a lifetime of artistic evolution and excellence. 

The title of his first solo effort, the experimental electronica album The Thousand Knives of Ryuichi Sakamoto (1985), was aptly chosen, for Sakamoto wields his disparate musical identities with aplomb. The movie-going public may most immediately associate him with the elegiac main theme of Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence (1983), in which he nurses a tender, minimalist opening refrain into a crescendo of yearning and emotion. More recently, Sakamoto made waves as the Grammy-nominated composer for Iñárritu’s harrowing 2015 epic, The Revenant. His other collaborations with the renown director Bernado Bertolucci, The Sheltering Sky (1990) and Little Buddha (1993), also earned critical acclaim. The highly decorated composer has won a Grammy, an Academy Award, a BAFTA award, a Grand Bell Award and two Golden Globes, in addition to an honorary Ordre des Arts et des Lettres from the French Ministry of Culture

But before he was a greying, even-keeled film scorer, he was the heartthrob keyboardist and vocalist of the hyper-stylized, gleefully experimental and mischievously ironic electropop band, the three-piece Yellow Magic Orchestra (1978). The notoriously private Sakamoto found himself an unwilling celebrity, as YMO grew “bigger than the Beatles” in Japan. YMO was formed to satirise and celebrate the exotica genre popularised by American bandleaders Martin Denny and Les Baxter, subverting the Orientalist gaze to make exotica from a Japanese perspective. They were the original cyberpunks, the trailblazers for early hip hop, Japanese city pop, new wave and house, inspiring a legion of followers whose numbers include Joe Hisaishi of Studio Ghibli fame, hip-hop pioneer Afrikaa Bambaataa, Michael Jackson, Quincy Jones and Eric Clapton. Over eight albums, YMO built lush, technicolour soundscapes with an array of rapidly evolving musical technology and ideas, replete with aesthetically committed music videos. Their music ranged from the sugary kitsch of “Rydeen,” where jittery 8-bit synths outlined melodic ideas from traditional Japanese folk over bouncing syndrum rhythms, to the lush, radio-friendly, 80s synth funk of “You’ve Got To Help Yourself,” to the club-ready acid house hit “Nanga Def.” Till today, we still hear the afterimages of YMO’s path breaking innovation in music as disparate as British techno and J-Pop. 

Sakamoto’s “butterfly punk” aesthetic 

Sakamoto has built a formidable personal brand as a producer, collaborator and solo artist, deftly drawing from the classical, jazz, pop, avant-garde and ambient traditions. David Sylvian, frontman of British New-Romantic act Japan, and Talking Heads and King Crimson guitarist, Adrian Belew, feature in his string of high profile collaborations. He demonstrates facility in the full spectrum of mediums, composing for solo piano, trio, orchestra, opera, multimedia installation, video games and the 1992 Barcelona Olympics to boot, even acting in Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence and The Last Emperor.

A charged moment with Sakamoto as Captain Yonoi and David Bowie as Major Jack Celliers in Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence

The dizzying variety of his discography traces his relentless professional evolution, which stands testament to his unabating curiosity and genuine sense of wonder at the unknown. He describes himself in a 2019 interview as a “hungry man with lots of curiosities.” “I listen to all types of music and all types of music excite me,” he said in a 2020 radio interview. The classically-trained Sakamoto recounted how he had torn through and tired of the classical canon by the end of high school, entering National Tokyo University of Fine Arts and Music for ethnomusicology and composition in hopes of making something new, informed by his diverse influences which ranged from Debussy to krautrock, with emerging musical technologies. 

Despite his mild-mannered conversational tone, Sakamoto does not shy away from taking controversial creative stances. He is a staunch individualist with a self-professed “strange personality” that resists being part of collectives preferring to work alone. Sakamoto rejects monozukuri, the widely revered and exoticised Japanese spirit of craftsmanship, arguing in a 2020 interview with the Financial Times that “true creativity is destructive… monozukuri is just polishing existing thinking” with a rare emotional pungence. He embraces destruction as crucial to creativity: in his radio interview he recounts how his second album B-2 Unit (1980) was born from the “urge to destroy the image I had with YMO” and one-time collaborator Aztec Camera describes Sakamoto as proactively building disruption into his workday, interrupting himself with ten minutes of house or hip hop “to corrupt what he knows… and to discover new things.” 

An expatriate musician writing for global audiences from his Manhattan apartment, Sakamoto is able to sit with cultural difference, describing “positive cultural shock” encountering punks in London in the 1980s in his Financial Times interview. “Shocking, but I really liked it,” he mused, modelling a non-judgemental curiosity and open-mindedness that would serve our multicultural societies well. Exploration is often seen as the province of the young, but Sakamoto has maintained this hunger for disruption, describing the radical, geometric musical approach of his long-time collaborator, alvo noto, with whom he toured in 2019, as “inspiring.”

Not all of Sakamoto’s exploration has landed well with critics. His 2000 performance at the Royal Albert Hall was panned by The Guardian as incomprehensible, a not uncommon criticism of experimental music. Sakamoto seems aware of this, astutely noting in his radio interview, “Just because it’s experimental doesn’t mean it’s good music.”  

The years have seen Sakamoto grow in his artistic maturity. He recalls how as a young upstart in film music, he wrote with single-minded focus on his music. He admitted that the poorer the film, the greater his incentive to write well to seize more of the spotlight. Now, he puts his music at the service of the film. Preferring an ambient, minimal approach in his recent work, Sakamoto seems to have put anthemic themes behind him. For Sakamoto the individualist, his prolific output of 24 soundtracks in the last 20 years represents a step out of his comfort zone, as he sees film music as a fundamentally collaborative act of musical translation. He confesses to the difficulty of satisfying multiple stakeholders in a 2016 interview, chuckling, “Literally every time I work on a film project, I say, this is it. This is it. No more soundtracks.” 

Sakamoto’s wide-ranging experimentation is complimented by his deep capacity for reflexive thought. He is keenly alive to the contradictions and idiosyncrasies of his creative pursuits. Rather than try to eke coherence out of his varied discography, he freely admits “When it comes to music I have a split personality,” comfortably straddling the division between analogue and digital, pop and experimental. Sakamoto counts the natural environment among his key inspirations. His 2017 biopic, Ryuichi Sakamoto: Coda portrays his sensitivity to beauty and joyful experimentation with shots of him rambling through the forest and listening to the patter of rain with a bucket over his head, in search of stories and sounds for his work. “The world is full of sounds,” he insists. “We just don’t hear them as music.” Yet he holds that music is “unnatural.” In the aftermath of the 2011 Fukushima Daiichi nuclear reactor disaster, reflecting on an intact piano he found washed up by the tsunami, he saw parallels between nuclear power plants and pianos, both manipulating natural material into something unnatural. “If you think about it, the piano is a very unnatural instrument that was born from the Industrial Revolution,” Sakamoto puts forth in his radio interview. “There is a large plate of steel inside it… (and) about ten tonnes of force in the piano (from the strings).” The piano, ravaged by the tsunami, was not falling out of tune, as much as its warped wood and metal was trying to return to its natural state, the disaster having liberated it from the artificial imposition of mankind’s understanding of tonality. Music was akin to an abuse of nature. But for all this, Sakamoto declares that he needs to make music. “That’s the true desire. It’s contradictory, but somehow I have to survive through that.” 

Sakamoto’s concern with the natural and the unnatural goes beyond abstruse intellectual preoccupation. It’s a deeply felt, personal dilemma. Sakamoto was diagnosed with Stage III oropharyngeal cancer in 2014, which went into remission after a period of intensive radiotherapy, an excruciating period during which he could not work or even listen to music. He saw a connection between nature, the mangled piano and his own broken body, he shared with Slant Magazine in 2018. “Getting a disease is a process of nature. A tsunami and an earthquake are processes of nature. Being damaged by the force of nature is just another process.” This brought him solace but also doubt, he disclosed in his radio interview, if it was worth taking such extreme measures to prolong his life, to defy the course of nature. “But my desire to stay alive to make more music ended up being stronger.” 

Sakamoto examining a piano washed up by the deadly 2011 tsunami in Coda

In recent years, mortality has undoubtedly become a key creative focus. Pre-empting critics, he candidly offers in a 2018 Guardian interview, “It’s not sad. I just meditate about it.” In Coda he chases a “perpetual sound,” a musical symbol of immorality. Sakamoto may come across as cerebral, but his art, perhaps now more than ever, is grounded in his tender humanity. His latest solo effort, async (2017), is awash with haunting contemplation, the melancholy orchestral instrumentals and sampled textures coalescing into a fragile meditation on mortality. Through the gloom, he offers us the bittersweet, luminous rays of resolution – he quotes poet Arseny Tarkovsky on “Life, Life,” singer David Sylvian intoning Life is a wonder of wonders, and to wonder / I dedicate myself.”

Sakamoto’s understated humour is a counterpoint to his somber reflections. His austere countenance, once set in motion in convivial conversation, lights up into a twinkling smile, suffused with a gentle warmth and hidden, almost childlike mirth. His humour tends towards wry, self-effacing impishness. Describing his upbringing as the son of an editor, he recounts in his 2018 Guardian interview, “(many) wannabe writers and novelists came to the house and there was a lot of drinking until the morning, and lots of books in the house, which we had to avoid so the piles didn’t collapse on us. Very cultural!” He reminisced about another episode in London, 1979, where he saw a trendy couple in a club dancing to his song, The End of Asia. “I just thought, ‘Wow! They are so fashionable and cool … but we were the ones that made them dance … so, wow, we must be really cool too!’” he recalled with glee in 2009

Sakamoto during a lighthearted moment at the 2019 Singapore International Festival of Arts 

Sakamoto has aged gracefully into a musical elder statesman, stepping out of his habitual reticence to employ his celebrity in service of anti-nuclear and copyright law advocacy, amongst other causes. Sakamoto spearheaded the international awareness campaign, Stop Rokkasho, to demand the closure of the Hamaoka Nuclear Power Plant in 2006 and was at the forefront of the anti-nuclear demonstrations after the 2011 Fukushima Daiichi nuclear reactor meltdown. In 2009, in an exclusive with The Guardian, he argued that copyright law was antiquated for the information age and a return to “tribal” attitudes towards music. 

Even after a prolific 40 years, Sakamoto is clearly not done yet. My only quibble with his biopic is that its title, coda, feels premature. His work since his return after his cancer went into remission does not read like a final triumphant recapitulation of his achievements, but the beginning of a new chapter, informed by new creative concerns. He is currently working on a new solo record and an opera, to be announced in 2021. 

Sakamoto is more than the man behind Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence. Throughout a back catalog spanning genres, collaborators and continents, Sakamoto has relentlessly reinvented himself. His artistic metamorphosis is born of an unsentimental, radical willingness to challenge his status quo, but also of his earnest reflection, his willingness to wade into what is most keenly felt and vital, and most of all, his immutable sense of wonder. Sakamoto is not ready to draw his musical odyssey to a close, declaring, “I’m seeking something new, something unknown to my ear.”