Back in the mid 80's there were two American female singer songwriters and a British one who just blew me away. Being stuck at home again in Lockdown, I've been remembering them.
Suzanne Vega was a slow burner really; quietish Californian singing, no great wizz-bang; acoustic, melodic and intelligent. It was 1985 and as soon as I heard Marlena on the Wall I wuz hooked. Next came Luka and she lived on the second floor! Superb lyrics and sweet vocals of metropolitan life I imagined big city Twenty somethings had. I think me and the Missus got hold of her first eponymous album on tape and maybe the second, Solitude Standing. Alas, all these tapes have gone years ago and its just the faintest of memories I have now, of Suzanne's wistful talk-song with lines like 'I'm fighting things I cannot see' breezing over us when we were a very young married student couple with a baby girl, completely broke but happy as Lamb Chops on Shari's hands.
Around the same time in Britain a new voice arose called Sade. Sade was a singer-songwriter with a band named after her. Gorgeous, stunning, regal, I was in love with Sade as many people were. Her voice was sublime and soft, like baked camembert. Her debut single Smooth Operator knocked me out and again described a big city life of higher highs I couldn't imagine. Diamond Life continued the theme and cemented her voice as the sound of the late night metropolis. The missus and I bought the album. Yep, real vinyl. I think we still have it in the stack and I really ought to let Sade's silken breath take me away once again.
Last but by no means least came Traci Chapman in the late Eighties. Undoubtedly a genius, she was that rare thing; sincere, compelling and tapping into the Zeitgeist. When Fast Car came out me and the Missus, both flower teens of the Seventies, thought we were listening to a new Joni Mitchell, a guitar-playing minstrel for a new shaky decade. Fast Car was the opposite of Diamond Life. Broke, desperate youths wanting a way out, a sentiment we recognised , as if shot straight out of the Seventies. 'Any place is better' she sang. Yep, Traci struck a chord and her next single 'Talkin' bout a Revolution' sealed the deal. We were sold. 'Poor people gonna rise up and get their share'. We bought her first and number one LP and played it non-stop Christmas 1989, dancing round a rented house in Nefyn in our beloved Gwynedd. So long ago now, it really does 'sound like a whisper'.
Did you like any of these Eighties female singers readers or maybe some others?