| When you take storytelling and turn the intensity on yourself, you
get autobiography. Set it to music and you have a documentary, complete
with a score that gives you the whole range of emotion. But how to keep
an honest effort from slipping too far into one extreme - that is the challenge
facing Sheryl Crow's newest effort The Globe Sessions. Named for
the home studio she created for herself, the songs and feelings on Globe
run the gamut, from pain to longing to defiance. But one seems to be conspicuously
absent this time out - and it's a biggie - joy. And it's a narrow path
to walk when you are trying to communicate your very private feelings to
a very public world. When does examining your emotions stop being an important
catharsis and turn into a good old-fashioned pity party?
Her trademark snappy percussive backdrop gives songs like "Maybe That's Something" glimmers of her previously more aggressive style, and her expressive wide-ranging voice makes her one of the more engaging artists to listen to. But even when she pushes harder in her rock 'n roll mode, it is still toned-down and almost queen of country depressing - "Anything But Down", moaning lap-steel guitar solo and all. But for someone who has built a songwriting and performing persona based on a "wild women don't get the blues" philosophy, it is even more difficult to watch a strong person work through their pain, in such a public way. The arrangements and array of back up musicians are breathtaking (Benmont Tench playing keyboards, Wendy Melvoin on guitar, and Lisa Germano on violin and autoharp; each on several tracks, as well as a host of her faithful session players and long-time band members) and the production value is topknotch, which is her own, and mixed by Tchad Blake. However, if this is progress, I hope this is leading her to a place where she can take all this high-powered energy and direct it towards being happy again. She's got all the ingredients here, but the levitating agent is missing, and the result is somewhat flat. One step left out, and it doesn't matter how beautiful the surface is - it's what's inside that counts. |