2717487, again funk is not D'angelo's strong suit Posted by Tim The Creator, Sat Jul-07-12 05:23 PM
>LOL and ROTFL @ When he started playing “Chicken Grease,” he >asked the crowd to yell the name of the song. “It’s been 12 >years,” I heard behind me. “Why would we remember?” > > >At Essence Music Festival, a Mercurial D’Angelo >By BEN RATLIFF > >Matthew Hinton/The Times-Picayune, via Associated Press >D’Angelo performed at the Essence Music Festival in New >Orleans on Friday night. >NEW ORLEANS — The R&B singer D’Angelo came back from 12 years >of silence with a run of concerts in Europe earlier this year. >Those performances, easily findable online, are as layered and >complicated as they were in 2000, full of temporary full-group >vamps that establish themselves and disappear, colored through >with his chattering and hollering vocals. They prove, within >minutes or seconds, that his talent hasn’t gone away. But his >re-entry before American audiences may be trickier. > >That’s the anecdotal evidence, anyway, from the middle of the >crowd on Friday night here at the Essence Music Festival, >which runs through the weekend in the Mercedez-Benz Superdome. >Friday was not D’Angelo’s first American comeback: he appeared >in a surprise all-covers jam session at the Bonnaroo festival >on June 10, performed before a sympathetic audience on July 1 >on the televised BET Awards show, and played a last-minute >booking at the House of Blues in Los Angeles on July 4. But it >was his first comeback concert promoted extensively in >advance. > >By and large, the crowd in New Orleans didn’t seem to want him >to be the mercurial D’Angelo of “Voodoo,” the album just >before the disappearance. They wanted the more concise >D’Angelo from the mid-’90s: the bringer of funk satisfaction >who wrote songs with singalong phrases like “Brown Sugar.” But >he was mercurial anyway, thrillingly so. > > >He played for about an hour and 15 minutes, most of it >unbroken; if you’ve heard audio or watched video of those >European concerts from January and February, you’d have >recognized Friday’s show as pulled from the same intense heap >of songs, riffs, and teases. He appeared in all black — >including leather vest, fedora, and motorcycle boots — singing >the phrase “call on me,” and extended it with the line “in a >minute-oh,” which his backup singers took over and repeated; >then he picked up his guitar and the band trickled into the >mysterious mid-tempo funk of “Playa Playa,” from “Voodoo.” > >That fed into the Roberta Flack song “Feel Like Makin’ Love”; >a new song which his set lists are calling “Ain’t That Easy”; >“Devil’s Pie” and “Chicken Grease,” from “Voodoo”; “Really >Love,” another new one, drowsy, hazy, and minimal, sung in >falsetto all the way through. (When he started playing >“Chicken Grease,” he asked the crowd to yell the name of the >song. “It’s been 12 years,” I heard behind me. “Why would we >remember?”) Next: a jazz guitar solo, by one of his two lead >guitarists, Isaiah Sharkey. The audience shifted, squinted, >waited to be impressed. > >Thirty-five minutes so far, still no break, and hardly a word >to the fans. This was really good D’Angelo, and also very >different from any other set that had been heard all night — >acts from the non-hip-hop American black-music spectrum, aimed >primarily toward grown females. (The festival, running >continuously since 1995, has been sponsored by Essence >Magazine, and plays to the publication’s demographic.) Trey >Songz, Keyshia Cole, SWV, Marsha Ambrosius — they’d delivered >songs and a concise persona. D’Angelo was more interested in >vamps, evasions, elaborations, sketches, extensions. At the >core, he’s an improviser. > >After a 15-minute version of another mid-’90s song, with drum >and guitar solos, the band walked off without a word. “He >better do ‘Brown Sugar,’” I heard a few ladies say around the >50-minute mark. Well, would he? D’Angelo returned, sat down >alone at the electric piano, and played a few bars of >“Untitled (How Does It Feel),” another hit — then got up and >smiled mischievously, relishing the tension it provoked. (He >did play it through, but it wasn’t a showstopper.) Then >another old one, “Lady,” and a new one, “Sugah Daddy,” >stretched out long, with multiple false endings and James >Brownisms — “put your hands together/come on, stomp your >feet-tah.” And he was done. No “Brown Sugar.
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