In January I said it, that the drums hurtle at double-speed, ratatat-tat, chasing the singer breathless. So many female songwriters take-it-always-easy, languishing in slow piano chords and then the occasional
But I wouldn't say, as you probably would, that I blew it. I prefer to think of it as having planted a slow-germinating seed of love. Persistence, I understood even then, is paramount. "Where there's life, there's hope," I always say, and then study the faces of my audience ...
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"Overnight"'s lyrics are fine, but what I love most is the solemnity of Rogers' singing—the way she counterweights the production's quirks and clavs—and then the unexpected grace-notes of the key changes, those moves at 1:30 and 2:21, before the suspended question-mark of the ...