What A Voice : An Ode to Barry White

If you have been having a look at our covers you may have noted the many words or adjectives usually used to describe a voice. Chuckled, you would have, when several of them were more than familiar and part of the regular vocab. And then comes this one called Barry White and the first thing you call out half shrieking and half choked, running out of the shower half-clothed - What a voice!
The romantic songs of Barry like “Just a Little Bit More” “Ecstasy (When You Lay down Next to me)”Your Sweetness Is My Weakness) among many others were the chosen ones of all those who once thought they were in love. His voice was rich, fresh and boom! Wickedly, he quite knew it, always-when very young.
Like most ambitious and self made talents he never wanted to be just a singer.”You get into trouble and the voice is not enough,” he had also always realized within and feared. He furthered his knowledge and skills of the studio by perfecting his writing and arranging skills and went on to become a successful producer. He learnt to play many instruments. Imagine him, yet, to be so vulnerable: the voice raved to be “thunder and silk”! People adored him; awards and recognition were too many to be remembered. So were his names from Dr Love to the Prince of Pillow Talk. He was the Lord of Discos in the 70’s to the Slow Jam king of 90’s with the deep- bass- velvet- feel voice of his.

Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata had swept him off his feet after the early lessons from the age of four he had received from his Mama and the phonograph, on sonatas, symphonies and melodies. He had begun to play the piano too and then as juvenile he went to jail. He came out as a man, as her Mama said and the school boy treble voice of Barry had changed forever to that of a heavy bass, male. His struggles took him to succeed finally with his group Love Unlimited. He had a way with women and knew a thing or two about sex though not very successful with marriages. Modesty was certainly not one of his strong points either.
You hear the Disco of Donna Summers or Abba or the Bee Gees. You dance. You hear Barry. You want to make love. His lyrics were direct: kind of face to face talking with another in a voice that seduced and made you swoon. Adrion Doovey was quoted in Jet thus “When he sings, strong men tremble and ladies are transported up the stairway of unparalled ecstasy,” and children “they say are often conceived that very night”. But the seventies Disco was to wither away and Barry knew it and through the eighties he mastered technology and getting ready to create a new sound. The drum should not sound like one. And so the piano, he had once famously prognosticated. He poured into synthesizers, computers, new fangled drum machines and programmers with piles of books. He mixed with and welcomed the new kids of the block filtered their anger and violence to produce a layered sound of slow raps over hip hop beats.R&B had found a new champion who was perhaps a shade bit ahead of the prevailing culture of the time. He was corpulent and huge, yet a highly sexualized figure in the age of disco,who just as easily morphed to become the god of Soul !

Sue Caroll gushed once upon seeing a man seated Buddha-like in a black velvet track suit… then the voice.”It starts as a rumble in his chest, it growls at the back of his throat, and then erupts like a volcano. It’s deep. It is dark. It is “Come to bed honey. Turn off the lights. It’s why this man-no oil painting- was called ,the King of Seduction “ Using his vocal chords, like instruments of sexual pleasure he does not so much sing as groan and moan his way through lyrics until finally, he explodes into a frenzy of passion and ooh..Lurve “

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From Sex to the Super-conscious: The Beatles Experience

Our friend Nate Rabe this time on his Sunday musings enters the nether worlds of scandal,Sadhus, music and the Beatles.Those were very early days around the forties when the West had still not got over their fantasies about an India of elephants,trees, snakes and levitating Sadhus : an Incredible India of magic and undiscovered treasures.The Classical musicians and dancers like Uday Shanker, Ravi Shanker, the Vilayat Khans,Bauls some decades later were making their very own discoveries of a new ethos and culture of women, sex and drugs in the West.Both the West and the East seemed to have a need for each other looking for their own and sometimes contrarian Brave New Worlds.Money was playing the willing pimp for music, mysticism,fantasy and sometimes honest curiosity.
Aldous Huxley had discovered early the wonder that was India.Regrettably the 'mescaline drug' came in the way.The Beach Boys,David Lynch the avant garde film-maker,Clint Eastwood had come and gone seeing the Guru.Allen Ginsberg with the Bauls was also trying to make poetry from a new cosmic experience that was never happening.The Beatles had had enough of speed and fame .They were looking for a cooling off.
Drugs were not enough for 'highs"while closer home Hindustani Classical music was running out of its steady patrons of Nawabs, Zemindars,rajahs post the Independence.Both had its protagonists seeking relief and sometimes salvation from across their own shores far and away...
These stray connects are being made to remember a past in which native and foreign vulnerabilities abound which calls for better understanding and a lot of heart.Whether Beatles made better music because of Mahesh or their sojourn in India is moot.Let the fans decide.
Ah ! the new word 'priapic'.Learnt that one Nate sure.But was the Guru all about that ? Maybe the Farrow sisters were too sleepy to know. The Bhagwan Rajneesh phenomenon was just about on its way and pretty things of the better worlds had not quite finished with sex and looking for "super consciousness from crossed seminal fluids instead'.Everything was there sans music.Was then the phallus in the brains of the West or in the "lingams" worshipped over millennia in our backyards?

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