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- Apr. 26, 1993: Reviews:Music
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Apr. 26, 1993 The Truth about Dinosaurs
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 69
- MUSIC
- From the True Hot Heart
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- <body>
- <p>By JAY COCKS
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- <l>PERFORMER: RAY CHARLES</l>
- <l>ALBUM: My World</l>
- <l>LABEL: Warner Bros.</l>
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- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: A whistle-slick set of stylish tunes is
- a reminder that there's still genius beneath the hustle.
- </p>
- <p> What becalms a legend most? Familiarity and longevity are
- the twin chief curses of American celebrity. Hustling Pepsi on
- TV--in the foxy company of a trio of backup singers hovering
- over the keyboard, dispensing flash-point smiles--may do
- wonders for the soda, but it does tend to sell soul a bit short.
- It's tough to be a genius and a pitchman at the same time,
- especially when the TV spots contain more concentrated energy
- than your last half-dozen albums.
- </p>
- <p> The prescription for Ray Charles seems simple: Work on the
- music and let the image take care of itself. With his new album,
- the cure is in hand. My World offers 10 songs, some tonic sonic
- production, and the man himself, sounding looser and more
- engaged than he has since Seattle blew in and rap took roost.
- My World is touched by up-to-date accents--a techno flourish
- here, a bit of street beat there--but it mostly presents Ray
- Charles himself, foursquare, singing from the soulful heart of
- pop. And that's plenty good enough.
- </p>
- <p> The album opens with the title track, one of those
- kick-butt anthems of territorial superiority favored by old
- lions when the cubs get unruly. "The time has come to air my
- feelings," Charles proclaims. "There's just so much confusion
- going down." When the wary listener hears, "You got to stand out
- from the crowd," preparations begin immediately to endure one
- of those tauntingly defiant My Way-style apologias. But after
- this initial flirtation, Charles goes his own way, and My World
- becomes instead a guardedly optimistic paean to human potential.
- It's damn near Jacksonesque (Michael or the Rev. Jesse, your
- pick) and sends the album off on a smooth trip where the air is
- rare.
- </p>
- <p> Charles does a lovely cover of the Leon Russell evergreen,
- A Song for You, and follows it with an intense rendering of
- None of Us Are Free. The latter expands on the opening cut in
- a way that's both more pointed and more poignant, with an Eric
- Clapton guitar solo that complements Charles' anvil-hard vocal
- and leav ens the message with saving lyricism.
- </p>
- <p> Although there are other social asides, the true hot heart
- of the record is its love songs, whether religious (So Help Me
- God), romantic (If I Could) or street savvy (the nifty Love Has
- a Mind of Its Own). To ensure, however, that the genius has not
- gone soft of heart or of social conscience, he finishes up with
- a dextrous cover of Still Crazy After All These Years. As he
- skims over Paul Simon's elegant lines of predawn rumination,
- Charles sounds bluesy and bemused, crazy with a vengeance and a
- purpose. "Yeah, baby," he growls, "you got me by your little
- finger," and so he's got us, just the same. Same as ever.
- </p>
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