Music is nature's language. What it is telling you is to shut up for once and listen.


She is no Joplin. For one thing, she can stand up straight without falling over in her vomit, which is something I find very helpful in a music career



You cant sell news stories that have data and cautious predictions. Where is the panic? Where is the impending doom? C'mon people , give me something to work with here…

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..and as I was a yuppy marketing and advertising executive for the better part
of a decade, I am not really impressed with stories of selling your soul to the devil...

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Joss Stone - Old at heart

Every decade there is a new young female singer who bursts out into the public consciousness as "the spirit of". The spirit of Nina Simon, the spirit of Janis Joplin, the spirit of somebody we know and love. Every decade we are disappointed to see that it is just a show, a good vocal exercise, a PR maneuver.
And then there is joss stone.
She is young, she is pretty and kinda hot, she has the throat and it seems she also has, and that is the difference, the heart.
She is no Joplin. For one thing, she can stand up straight without falling over in her vomit, which is something I find very helpful in a music career, but more than that she is really less wild and free then Joplin, even when she sings Joplin.

Is that a bad thing? I don’t know. I prefer having Joplin as Joplin and joss as joss. (and now try saying it ten times fast…) and joss stands on her own. Not only does she stands on her own, she stands on every other singer she performs with. When she sings with Dianne ross? It is Dianne Ross singing with joss stone and not the other way around.
There is something warm in her voice, that is truly rare, not a shout, not a cry, not a howl, something soft and rugged, something that caresses your eardrum like a sweet foreplay before the crescendo that you know is coming, that all out , all in, take no prisoner cathartic crescendo where the whole world comes tumbling down and crawls up to her feet like a small dog asking to be patted.

One of the ways I can evaluate the quality, or at least my appreciation of a musician I write about, is the time and attention I put in the final stage of the research, when I listen and remind myself why I chose to wrote about that person. Joss stone is one of these cases where I got completely carried away and spent almost a full morning just going over her recordings and videos, without multi-tasking, without writing with the music in the background, just enjoying it. Living it.

One of the favorite combinations is joss stone and Jeff Beck. Magical. I can't listen to 'people get ready' that these two conjure up without the hair on my hands standing up in pure awe.
For a young singer she definitely has an old heart. An ancient soul.
And I like that. I appreciate that. I respect that.
The fact I would do her without thinking twice is just an added value.

(and yes, my wife knows. She is on my 'list' of 'if I would have the chance'….what can I say, my wife appreciates great music too ;)


I put a spell on you
People get ready
Son of a preacher man
Summertime (w LeAnn Rimes)