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  • Review – Whitney Houston Looks To You To Reinvigorate Her Music Career

    It took her seven years, but Whitney Houston is back, and if you believe the themes of her new album, I Look To You, she’s put her problems in her rear view mirror.

    The first thing that should be talked about is her legendary voice. It’s not the same Whitney voice that you remember, but that’s not a bad thing. It’s consistent and while it doesn’t seem that she can hit those crazy notes of yesteryear, it’s still good and in this case, less can be more.

    Whitty Hutton Wuld Tour
    Back in the mid 90s on Martin Lawrence’s hit TV show, there was a story line in which he was jobless and decided to sell bootleg Whitney Houston t-shirts outside of her concert. His partner Brother Man couldn’t spell very well, so instead of saying, “Whitney Houston World Tour”, the shirt said, “Whitty Hutton Wuld Tour”. When Whitney Houston became the “crack is wack” Whitney, I just started calling her Whitty Hutton. It fit. The once singer of golden songs became a joke.

    Whitney Houston's I Look To You
    Whitney Houston’s I Look To You
    But if you believe the songs on her new album, that past is behind her. With songs like Nothin’ But Love, she forgives the haters, and even the people who tried to break her. The theme behind the song is that she’s so beyond her problems and thus, she has nothin’ but love for everyone. It’s not a very strong song and is plodding, but it provides a key point, and it’s that Whitney is trying to move forward. If only she tapped Heavy D for a fun sixteen bars.

    On Salute, which is written and produced by R. Kelly, she even borrows from Todd Smith’s classic line. Over a piano bed, she calls herself a soldier girl for standing strong.

    Don’t call it a comeback, I’ve been here for years.

    Who is she saluting? She’s trying to be the bigger person in saluting who you have to believe is Bobby Brown, as a way to get over her past issues and struggles in life.

    Is She Still Our Baby Tonight?
    Back in the mid to late 80s, Whitney Houston was so charming. I remember seeing her on the Arsenio Hall show and she had swagger before I knew what swagger was. She could’ve been Miss America, a great actress, and the world’s biggest pop star all in one, and I wouldn’t have been surprised. She played nicely, and while you could tell she had a little bit of a chip on her shoulder, but she gave you that wink and nod and simply owned the stage. Bill Cosby even wanted her to play his oldest daughter Sondra on The Cosby Show. But during the 90s, she wasn’t that Whitney anymore.

    Fast forward some 20 years and she’ll never be able to be America’s Sweetheart again. But can she get back some of what she lost?

    Lead single Million Dollar Bill has the team of Alicia Keys and Swizz Beatz behind it, yet it’s slightly underwhelming. It does put Whitney immediately in a positive light as there are only so many songs she can do with the comeback theme before people start rolling their eyes. It’s not as strong as the Akon flavored Like I Never Left, which except for the fact that it starts off annoyingly with Akon making sure we understand that it’s a Konvict record, is sweet and light. Call You Tonight is signature Starlight, the Spotlight (Jennifer Hudson), of the album.

    Whitney performs Million Dollar Bill on Good Morning American


    What’s The Big “Whitney” Song That We’ll All Remember This Album By?

    Sadly, there isn’t one. My favorite song on the album is the aforementioned Akon duet. But I think she and Clive Davis meant for it to be the title track. I Look To You is the second single on the album and is written by R. Kelly. It’s a slowly laced piano ballad in which she continues with the comeback theme. However, the stronger ballad in my opinion is the Diane Warren/David Foster helmed I Didn’t Know My Own Strength. It showcases Whitney’s voice in a very vulnerable place. The song builds up dramatically and is fulfilling by the end.

    Save for the terrible Euro-dance version of A Song For You, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Whitney’s comeback album. But there’s nothing on here that’s going to shock the world either. It should appease her current fanbase, which I guess is the goal. It’s a nice album, but one in which most music fans will be able to do without.

  • CriticClash: Seal’s Soul

    sealCovers albums are a tricky concept. Not too many folks have gotten it right. While I’d imagine it’s fun and maybe even challenging to tackle music made popular by someone else, a lot of times those songs are so identifiable with the original artist(s) that your album winds up sounding more like well-produced karaoke than anything else.

    This is the problem that plagues British singer Seal on his sixth studio effort, entitled “Soul”. While the album itself is sung beautifully, the songs he chooses to cover are songs that were sung beautifully the first time around. And the second. And the third. The album might have been a bit more interesting had Seal decided to tackle some songs that are less familiar, but, let’s be honest here. How many versions of “A Change is Gonna Come” do you really need to hear when Sam Cooke’s original is still the definitive version?

    Seal obviously put his heart into this recording, on which he gives us the best vocals of his entire career. “Soul”‘s major redeeming quality, actually, is Seal’s voice. Gravelly and soulful, he does a good job with songs like Otis Redding’s “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long”, but after a while, you realize that you still want to hear that voice, just performing Seal’s material, not someone else’s.

    The album’s biggest problem, aside from the very unimaginative song choices, is the production. David Foster was smart enough to back Seal with a live band, but wound up runining some of the songs with obnoxious amounts of horns and strings. The reliance on horns especially, occasionally makes this album sound more like “Seal Does Vegas!!” than it does Seal sings soul classics.

    Ultimately, though, it comes down to the material. The songs are top-notch, but the definitive versions have been made already and nothing more can be added to them. Not that many folks haven’t tried. Remember UB40’s remake of Al Green’s “Here I Am (Come & Take Me)”? How about Amii Stewart’s disco version of Eddie Floyd’s “Knock on Wood”? The six million versions of “People Get Ready” in existence? Seal covers all these songs here, and while his versions are all pleasant, they’re also totally unnecessary. Seal wrings every bit of emotion out of “It’s a Man’s, Man’s, Man’s World” and STILL can’t touch James Brown’s original. Even when Seal and Foster try to add a bit of contemporary bounce to Ben E. King’s “Stand By Me”, all it winds up doing is reminding me of the techno-funk remake of the song that Earth, Wind & Fire’s Maurice White did back in 1985.

    Seal has the right idea when he tackles the comparatively unknown “Free” by Deniece Williams. He’d have served himself much better by going with material that wasn’t so obvious. He’d have been BEST served by following the template that’s given him a twenty-year career and stuck with his own material.

  • Clay Aiken & His Babymakin’


    For the past day and a half or so, I’ve tried to figure out how to discuss this while a) not being boring and b) not being completely obnoxious.

    Personally, I don’t care if a star is gay or not. It really doesn’t make aifference to anything or anyone. Will your enjoyment of Luther Vandross’s music suffer because of the fact that he was (by most accounts) gay?

    I also don’t like the fact that there often seems to be a witchhunt to out celebrities. We don’t own them. They’re allowed to have private lives, and who they sleep with is none of our business. People like Village Voice columnist Michael Musto, who delights in grade-school innuendo and borderline name-calling, strike me as bitter queens who either spent their childhood being bullied for being gay and/or are spending their adulthood being bullied for being gay and want to pull someone else into their misery.

    Truth is, none of us really knows if Clay Aiken is gay. He’s never said as much, simple as that. We all might have an opinion (and I’ll admit that my gaydar goes off whenever I see him), but there are straight dudes who act like sissies the same way there are gay dudes who don’t have stereotypically “gay” mannerisms.

    The fact that Clay (by artificial insemination, apparently) impregnated the 50-year old sister of music producer David Foster (who’s 30+ year career has seen him work with everyone from Earth, Wind & Fire to Whitney Houston to Josh Groban) is…a little strange, and it rings ever-so-slightly of a publicity stunt. However, I (like plenty of other people) am a cynic. If Clay wants a kid and this is the means he chose to have it, then God bless him. If it is indeed a publicity stunt, then boo on Clay and his handlers for bringing an actual live human being into this mess (although what would having a baby by artificial insemination do for his career, considering it would just seem to compound the gay rumors…). It doesn’t matter to me, because I have no interest in Clay Aiken’s music and probably never will (unless he gets hip and walks away from trying to be the 21st century Peter Cetera).

    What happened to the days when the music mattered and people didn’t really care what musicians did in their personal lives?