(Featured Image: Morris Day with unidentified vocal coach, circa 1981; photo stolen from prince.org.)
One of the most fascinating things about the 1981 debut album by the Time is the way that, if you listen to the tracks in a certain order, you can practically hear the band’s classic sound take shape in real time. As we established in the last post, however, “Oh, Baby” was not an example of that classic sound. Morris Day, the group’s drummer turned lead singer, was still tentative in the role, his voice too strained to sell a seductive ballad.
“Girl,” the second and (blessedly) only other ballad on The Time, is not an improvement–if anything, it’s worse. Morris sounds whiny and adenoidal, like a teenage boy whose voice is in the middle of changing. Prince’s backing vocals–even more audible here than on the rest of the album–hit a piercing, dog-whistle tone in the chorus that cuts through the rest of the mix like a knife, and only gets more annoying the more you turn down the volume. Morris, meanwhile, just gets louder: as on “Oh, Baby,” he starts the song at a whimper and ends at a bellow. The whole thing feels like bad karaoke, an impression that is only enhanced by the bland, lifeless arrangement. It’s the weakest Prince song since “With You,” but without even that track’s competent performance.
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(Featured Image: Ooh wee baby, your body’s like no other; photo stolen from Darling Nisi’s Tumblr.)
As warned/promised last month, I have been up to my neck in drafting my chapter for the upcoming Prince and the Minneapolis Sound anthology (which is now two days late as of this writing–sorry, editors). As always, however, my much more consistent colleague in chronological Prince studies Darren Husted has come to the rescue with another episode of his podcast Prince: Track by Track featuring yours truly:
As usual, I picked a track that I consider a bit of a dark horse favorite. I hope you enjoy listening as Darren somehow manages to reference an obscure Michael Cera coming-of-age film, and I spend a solid minute and a half clearly describing a vagina without actually saying the word “vagina.”
We’ll be back to our regular schedule (I hope) next week, assuming I finish my chapter and/or my editors don’t kill me first. Have a great weekend!
(Featured Image: Terry, Jimmy, Morris, Monte, Jellybean, and Jesse assume the position on the back cover of The Time, 1981; © Warner Bros.)
Like I said on Thursday, from now into the foreseeable future I will have the distinct pleasure of making weekly guest posts on Andresmusictalk: a really fun blog dedicated to contemporary music on the “jazz/funk/soul/dance spectrum.” Not all of what I write will be Prince-related; but, as luck would have it, Andre is currently celebrating “Prince Summer,” so for at least the first several weeks I’ll be posting links to my posts here. My plan is to tie in with a series on Prince’s many side projects: beginning with the classic ’80s acts we discussed in our podcast last month, then hopefully extending all the way to the 21st century. So of course, who better to start with than the greatest band in the world: the muthafuckin’ Time.
The plan is for me to post something every Saturday, so watch this space (and Andre’s page, of course) for more “Prince (Protégé) Summer.” And of course, come back next week for our regularly-scheduled programming, as we dig deeper into the songs that became For You.