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That’s the Way Love Goes – Janet Jackson

I wasn’t a huge fan of this when it came out. Janet Jackson has never been a particularly commanding vocalist, and with That’s the Way Love Goes being sung softly against a very prominent groove, the record didn’t seem to contain much Jackson at all. I was, what, eleven at the time, without a good stereo of my own to listen to it on, so I only heard the song on little radios and in my parents’ car; with the low end being inaudible in that context, a lot of the point of the record was lost with it. And truth to tell, the song was thematically a bit adult for the 11-year-old me to really relate to.

Now, I find myself really taken with the sexy, unhurried groove. Musically, the track still contains traces of new jack swing (of which Jackson’s producers Jam and Lewis were early pioneers, along with Teddy Riley) but crossed with the more naturalistic (often sample-based) sounds of the then-infant genre of hip hop soul. The triplet swing is still hinted at, but the drum sound is more natural, more expensive-sounding, less brash, than it would have been in the late 1980s. Early NJS had used the Roland TR-808 to program complex, layered grooves that would have been very difficult if not impossible for a single human drummer to recreate. That’s the Way Love Goes samples its drums instead, from James Brown’s Papa Don’t Take No Mess, then augments them to make them bigger (the time stretched, quantised, heavily compressed and as a result somewhat shaky Brown groove is clearly audible in the mix though). It sounds more grown-up than true NJS had done; muted earth tones rather than stark primary colours.

The drums aren’t the only signifier of adult sophistication, though. The jazzy guitar, playing lead licks in parallel fourths on what sounds like a big-bodied archtop guitar (an updated Breezin’-style George Benson kind of thing) and chord voicings with 6ths and major 7ths, does much to define the mood of the record.

But ultimately, it’s Jackson’s voice – very confident and intimate, soft and gentle without leaning too heavily on the breathy half-whisper that was already a cliché in slow jams and bedroom records – that really sells it. It deservedly won her a Grammy for Best R&B Song; she’s won six Grammys in total, but That’s the Way Love Goes is the only one to win for songwriting. All things considered, it’s probably her best single, despite strong competition from her Control hits.


Just Another Day – Jon Secada

In 1984 the Miami Sound Machine released their first major-label album, the multi-platinum success of which turned singer Gloria Estefan into the biggest Latin musician in the world and her husband Emilio into one of the most successful producers in any form of pop music. For the rest of the eighties, they maintained their upward trajectory and the Estefans fully transcended Latin-music stardom, becoming truly global pop stars in the process.

In 1990, a semi-truck crashed into the Estefans’ tour bus during a snowstorm and Gloria broke her back. After a successful operation to stabilise her spine with two steel rods, she needed a year of intensive rehab. Although she managed to take part in the recording of a new album towards the end of this process, the Miami Sound Machine juggernaut had slowed somewhat and her English-language career never quite recovered from the lost momentum. In any event, the 1990s were already shaping up to be a more naturalistic decade in terms of production and presentation; the blaring horns and big bam boom of Emilio’s music was becoming old hat, redolent as they were of the Reagan-era excesses of the most excessive decade in that most excessive of American cities.

With all this to consider, Emilio began to invest more of his time in his protégé Jon Secada, who had served time as an MSM backing singer and had already co-written some ballads with Gloria, at which he showed a talent. Secada’s eponymous first album duly got a full Estefan treatment, but in a modified and subdued form. Emilio’s signature synth-brass was largely absent, Secada’s breakthrough single being notably minimalist in arrangement. Aside from the vocals (Gloria’s voice is audible in the mix, and she was present in the video for a little extra commercial punch) the track was just bass, piano, a little synth, and drum programming with a notable Teddy Riley influence (this being the back end of the New Jack Swing Era). While it sounds surprisingly skeletal today, Emilio’s touch was never less than sure back then and the single hit no. 2 on the adult contemporary chart and no. 5 on the Billboard and UK Top 40 charts. The moody black and white video with a wet-shirted Secada walking disconsolately on a beach probably helped too, but the song’s success is largely a result of canny production and Secada’s writing.

Just Another Day is a surprisingly elusive piece for a commercial ballad, the verses not seeming to follow an exact structure, chords being held for varying lengths of time, changes being more dependent on the detours taken by a meandering, unhurried melody. It’s an odd structure. In the early 1990s a lot of songs — in surprisingly disparate styles, as this was true of house as much as grunge — were structured around progressions of a small number of chords (often four), repeating in defined, frequent cycles. Just Another Day is much more slippery. How much of it is design and how much is happy chance only Secada and his co-writer Miguel A. Morejon could answer, but it does some cool things where chords that end a short section of the verse sequence get unexpectedly held a long time, and then the vocal begins a new phrase over that same chord, subverting the expectation that he’ll go back and repeat the phrase we’ve just heard. It never feels like anything overly odd is going on (we’re always in 4/4, we’re always in the home key), but it definitely rewards close listening. It gives the impression that the verses are being made up on the spot, that they’re a spontaneous outburst of emotion, which is really appropriate to the song’s mood and subject matter. Without a strong chorus to pull it all together, the song would simply have floated up into the atmosphere and the chorus is the song’s trump card. 22 years since Just Another Day’s release (yes, we are now that old), the marriage of a passionately despairing lyric and a switch to the major key is still a move guaranteed to get my attention, and this song may have been the first time I noticed the trick.


In my head Jon Secada lives on a beach. Chris Isaak too. Possibly they’re neighbours

Don’t Mess With My Man – Lucy Pearl

Listening to Tony! Toni! Toné!’s Born Not to Know in 1988, you’d have been hard pressed to guess that the skinny guy playing bass would go on to become perhaps the foremost neo-traditionalist in R&B.

By the time Tony! Toni! Toné! released their debut record, Raphael Saadiq (born Charles Wiggins) had already done a stint (under the name Raphael Wiggins) as bass player in Sheila E’s live band, where he got to observe at close quarters another radical traditionalist by the name of Prince, for whom Sheila E was playing drums as well as opening on tour. But still, Saadiq’s love for loosely grooving old-school R&B and soul was obscured by his band’s adherence to the new jack swing formula.

The clue is in its name. New jack swing was self-conscious about its newness, about its mix of old-fashioned street-corner harmonising and hi-tech drum-machine programming, synth squiggles and sampling. The individual elements of a percussion track on a NJS record were often so complicated and syncopated that it’d be a stretch to imagine a single human drummer ever being able to put them all together and properly recreate it. This was not live-band music: this music was programmed; only the vocals were performed.

New jack swing’s moment passed quickly (by the time MJ released the NJS-influenced Dangerous, it was already becoming old hat), superseded by the more classic-sounding hip-hop soul of Mary J Blige, which relied heavily on samples from classic soul records, giving a less frenetic feel to the backing tracks and making NJS seem somewhat gauche in its raw energy. Hi-top fades quickly went out of style, as did the primary-colour wardrobe of NJS. Watch Will Smith in any episode of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air to remind yourself of the eye-popping NJS aesthetic.

When En Vogue released their last single with Dawn Robinson on lead vocals, Don’t Let Go (from Set It Off), they were worlds away from their early sound and look: in was a piano line out of a James Bond soundtrack and what sounded for all the world like a live rhythm section; the only holdover from their early sound were the wah-wah guitars of which the group and their producers had apparently always been fond. The street feel of NJS had gone: the girls’ new image looked expensive, their new tracks sounded expensive.

Robinson’s attempt at a solo career never got going, the cultural moment in R&B instead defined by R Kelly and his protégée Aaliyah, by Brandy, Monica, the back-from-nowhere Whitney Houston and the new critic’s favourite Lauryn Hill. And it was about to be seized by Destiny’s Child, still a record away from unleashing their unprovoked shock-and-awe attack on music itself but readying themselves for the fight to come. Robinson, then, was underemployed and so accepted an invitation from Saadiq into his new project with another figure from an earlier age, A Tribe Called Quest’s Ali Shaheed Muhammad, as a late replacement for D’Angelo, who’d just dropped out of the group. The reconfigured trio took the name Lucy Pearl.

Saadiq was now pulling the strings, with no outside writers or producers to tell him what to do, so he could indulge his love for classic soul more than ever before, playing live bass and guitar on his own records in pursuit of a sound that split the difference between hip-hop and Motown. The group only lasted for one album but Saadiq was now on his path. He studied Mark Lewisohn’s book chronicling the Beatles’ Abbey Road sessions. He read everything he could find out about recording methods at Motown. His future solo records would be cut live in one room with a small band, just like it was the sixties again. His attention to detail is remarkable, his execution flawless. But perhaps he made his best music with Lucy Pearl, when he was layering his old-school influences over the foundations laid down by Ali Shaheed Muhammad.

After all, it is not 1965, and never will be again.


Raphael Saadiq – classic soul, white Tele