Walking-stick (above) in hand, she hopped and skipped over a small speaker. It seemed that she might (and let’s hope she has..) now be recovering well from the appalling accident which has delivered music writers –here’s May 2009 JazzTimes weighing in with no fewer than 2,600 words! – with much of the copy associated with her rise to success and visibility.
I turned to my companion at the gig. He’s a Metropolitan Police officer.
“Do you think she still needs that stick?” I asked him.
He said nothing , but what I got back was one of his unmistakeable ” I ‘aven’t heard that one for at least ten minutes” expressions.
If you don’t like the sniff of commercial success, please look away now, because Gardot shifts product. Her albums are currently at No.2 and No . 4 in both the Official UK Jazz charts and the Billboard US Jazz charts. These jazz charts are a comfort zone through-and-through: – the top five places are inhabited almost exclusively by Diana Krall , Madeleine Peyroux and Gardot.
I notice that my fellow music bloggers over the weekend have been railing furiously against commercialism:
– At One More Take , Tommy Pearson has been praising “knowledge and craft” and slamming “sales and commercialism” as “crass and meaningless”.
-Over at The Jazz Breakfast , Peter Bacon has been going hammer and tongs at Observer Music Monthly , for using all its space “discussing fast music, the hear today and forget tomorrow pap that goes by the name pop” and asking “Where is the really interesting stuff that stimulates the frontal lobel?”
There’s no denying that Gardot at the moment is cleverly engineered, expertly packaged, and slickly sold. The music industry needs a production line of ingenues. No question, Gardot marketing borders on exploitation: that trademark walking stick-as-accessory gets a whole page to itself in the CD booklet of “Thrill.”
You also get the sure touch of producer Larry Klein, former husband of Joni Mitchell(see this INTERVIEW) , who also produces Peyroux.
You also get some very curious trademark (?) vowels and syllable stresses: she seems to fawl in love with a curious Southern drawl. And the word “matter” versified as a spondee, with two long syllables and a held final “r” could either charm, or remove the will to live.
But I can’t help believing there is more. Time will tell. A couple of people have told me you also get stage charisma and presence? Not something which can fairly be answered by seeing her recording for live radio.
I’d definitely go and hear her again. Musically, live, it works. The songs, with their long sustained phrases and built-in fermatas, held the attention.
I reckon one or two of Gardot’s gently seductive, knowingly gamine, slightly ironic songs from this album might stick around for a long time. And -from all points of view, let’s hope- a lot longer than… that stick.