Word: singer
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...with this kind of intensity, imparts its own reciprocal coloration. If Lanois gave these disparate artists a certain sympathetic unity of sound, he took from them a kind of thematic restlessness and artistic recklessness. He then applied those qualities to Acadie (1989), his wondrous first solo album as songwriter, singer and guitarist. They are in even more abundant supply here. For the Beauty of Wynona -- named for a Canadian town close to where Lanois grew up -- has a tougher rhythmic core than its predecessor. The title track takes off on a wild excursion from ballad to jams...
Last year, I went to a Phish concert in the Boston Garden. In the middle of the show, Trey Anastasio, Phish's lead guitarist and lead singer said that as a boy, he had always dreamed of playing for the Bruins. Now he realized that this was probably as close as he would get to playing in the Garden...
Crooning in a lovely soprano voice--only occasionally dropping to a husky low whisper--New York cabaret singer and female impersonator Grae Phillips captivated an audience of more than 100 in the Adams House dining hall last night...
Under the polished surface of his pop-star persona, Sting is a hopeless romantic, obsessed with the gritty, contradictory textures of human emotion. During the early 1980s, as the lead singer and lyricist for the Police, the brooding bassist used his poetic gifts to dredge up the debris of his own psyche -- and sell millions of records. After going solo in 1985, he injected jazz and politics into the polyrhythmic mix, but his worldly concerns never strayed far from the ardent diplomacy of love...
...album closes with Epilogue (Nothing 'bout Me), a swinging, carefree ditty in which the singer takes a parting shot at his would-be analysts. Like a puppeteer peeking out from behind the curtain, Sting dares the listener to "Pick my brain, pick my pockets/ Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets/ Run every kind of test from A to Z/ And you'll still know nothing 'bout me." It's a fittingly elusive coda from pop's most mercurial bard...