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- <text id=94TT1467>
- <title>
- Oct. 24, 1994: Music:A Woman's Wit and Heart
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Oct. 24, 1994 Boom for Whom?
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ARTS & MEDIA/MUSIC, Page 80
- A Woman's Wit and Heart
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p> On a new CD, Mary Chapin Carpenter works the dark corners
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Corliss
- </p>
- <p> Chapin country is a pretty, melancholy place; sadness hides
- behind the lace curtains. It's on the borderline between love
- and loss, where a lover's rancor is so delicately phrased that
- it sounds like sisterly advice. Everyone is tyrannized by memories--of a lonely childhood, of words said and chances missed,
- of a first love whose sweetness makes everything that follows
- seem both tame and tawdry. Around here, folks smile to keep
- from screaming.
- </p>
- <p> The setting created by the songs of Mary Chapin Carpenter is
- more haunting than your typical country-singer territory. Yet
- that's her landscape, and Carpenter looks fetching in it. Three
- years running, she has won a Grammy for wrapping her dusky alto
- around, respectively, Down at the Twist and Shout, I Feel Lucky
- and Passionate Kisses. She could easily make it four with her
- current single, the slow-rockin', Bonnie Raitt-ish Shut Up and
- Kiss Me, in which a take-charge woman whispers those five magic
- words to a too-well-behaved beau.
- </p>
- <p> There are other impish moments on Carpenter's new album, Stones
- in the Road, but this is a seductively pensive set. It works
- the dark corners, where troubled souls spend lonely evenings.
- Because Carpenter enunciates clearly and even uses whence properly,
- she seems an English teacher's dream student; at school she'd
- be the quiet girl, scribbling in her diary, who wins the Sylvia
- Plath Prize for the most achingly sensitive poem. Even her anthems
- (the up-tempo House of Cards and Jubilee) have the feel of requiems.
- The title song chides the middle class for its double-entry
- morality: "We pencil in, we cancel out, we crave the corner
- suite,/ We kiss your ass, we make you hold, we doctor the receipt."
- John Doe No. 24 is the poignant testament of a blind, deaf boy
- found on an Illinois street in 1945. And he's not the only lonely
- one. In Chapin Country, we're all displaced persons.
- </p>
- <p> The new CD has few tunes that will grab an AM-dial twirler by
- the ear. But there's music aplenty in Carpenter's voice, in
- the emotional precision of her words, in the world she weaves.
- Take Where Time Stands Still, which will get no radio play but
- sounds like a piano-bar classic about the haven of love. Years
- from now, some chanteuse with wise eyes and a whiskey voice
- will be singing that "Memory plays tricks on us,/ The more we
- cling, the less we trust,/ And the less we trust the more we
- hurt,/ And as time goes by it just gets worse." Then the guy
- at the end of the bar will nod in assent and wonder why they
- don't write feelings like that any more.
- </p>
- <p> In a music business that relentlessly merchandises machismo,
- there has to be room for a woman's wit and heart. It's our good
- luck that Mary Chapin Carpenter has made that place a room of
- her own.
- </p>
- </body>
- </article>
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