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From: ez003338@othello.ucdavis.edu (Tara)
Date: Wed, 19 Feb 1992 18:26:31 -0800
Subject: Jane Siberry/Sarah McLachlan article
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Here's an article which appeared in the school newspaper, _The California Aggie_, today. Thought you might be interested. "Northern Exposure: Innovation and Excavation North of the Border" JANE SIBERRY A student in Guelph, Ontario, a waitress and infrequent cafe act, Jane Siberry had humble beginnings in the world of performing which ring typical of "starving artists" everywhere, with one essential distinction--Siberry made it. Her first album, a self-titled, vinyl-only 1980 recording of possibly her most quirky and consciously sensational works, has been revised and re-released three times now, but was only made available in the United States in 1991. On this album, you can see many of the origins of later characteristics of her music-- play-acting, strict observation of nature and animals, careful descriptions, the minute details of everyday life that make things fascinating. Siberry describes her philosophy about songwriting in the liner notes from her first endeavor. Writing 11 years after the album's original release, Siberry remarks, "everything, really, revealing things about everything else, now that i think of it. emitting measured packets of beauty to decode somehow. people peering at sunsets with such intensity. as if...if they could only pierce its language everything would be alright." Siberry's music is like a sheet of slatted venetian blinds--light enters the room, and it makes patterns on the walls, but it is not glaring or overly bright. Siberry, who has a post-cummings interest in punctuation and non-capitalized letters, write about human experiences, emotion, loss and joy, and grief and need, but does not slap you about the head with her interpretations of them. If anything, her music is profoundly personal, the more so because she takes on so many conversational voices and (often conflicting) personas. On her 1987 release _the walking_, for example, part of the allure of Siberry's strangeness is her intense--yet not offensive--introspection, especially in works like "the walking (and constantly)," "red high heels," and "the white tent the raft." But the most uplifting of her albums thus far is _bound by the beauty_, whose 10 tracks express Siberry's utter delight in the tiny fragments of existence that compose her view of humanity and her own personal history. The title work is a celebration of the rejuvenating power of the earth and an individual's integration with the natural elements of the universe, while songs such as "something about trains" and "everything reminds me of my dog" give you the feeling of glancing into somebody's top dresser drawer and rummaging through scraps of paper, old notecards, dulled Polaroids from the days of a honeymoon. Siberry is a petite, sharp-faced elfin woman with a passion for making the superficially simple into something quite significant and poignant. Her musical prowess extends far beyond her vocal ability--which in itself is a breathtaking, screeching from a nearly inaudible soprano down to a husky, liquid contralto without warning; she is certainly one of the most inventive, unusual and expressive artists to emerge from the twilight world of the late 1970s. Siberry's third album for Reprise Records can be expected sometime in June or July. SARAH MCLACHLAN The stage dims to a sedate hush of shadow as a cloaked figure touches a long, thin match to one candle after another. In this Gothic setting, you might expect a cross between Stevie Nicks and Elvira to glide out before you and sing torch songs like Isabella Rossellini in _Blue Velvet_. When a slight, quiet-voiced woman steps out in an ankle-length black dress and worn black leather boots, carrying a guitar, you almost expect her to be joking. But then she begins to sing. Sarah McLachlan, whose 24 years might render her less plausible as a gifted musician (in some opinions, that is), approaches her music--a combination of opera, acoustic folk and electronic pop-- with a degree of determination and confidence that belies her years. McLachlan takes her music both quite seriously and quite naturally, approving it as an inherent element of her multifaceted personality and range of interests and talents. She combines many styles into each song, filling up the corners of otherwise potentially uniform works with shades of intrigue and difference. McLachlan's first album, _Touch_, was released when she was 19 years old and had just signed with Nettwerk Records. _Touch_ reflects more of McLachlan's classical training, most notably in songs like "Vox," "Touch," "Out of the Shadows," and "Steaming," where she lets her voice soar in and out of the depths and peaks of sound, light and haunting and polished, yet always mature, controlled and musical. _Solace_, her second album, has just been released by Arista Records. In this collection of works, the young singer/songwriter displays much more of her innermost soul, descending from the heights of her glossy first endeavor and getting in touch with a more organic, sharpened version of her own personal truth. "Both of my albums--they're just so different," McLachlan says, caught between choosing her old manner of showy poetics and her new way of expressing her absolute self. "They're like kids, you know, they're like my two babies. I love them in different ways." While _Touch_ presents an image rather in keeping with the Nicks/Elvira division of McLachlan's stage image, focusing on several eerie and haunting shades of black, _Solace_ seeks to put the darkness on display, to show it as a sometimes corruptive, often invigorating force that moves the soul. "Lost," "Shelter," "Home," and "Mercy" especially after all seem to search out the causes of pain that can mar a life. In these, McLachlan's nostalgic, empathetic vision of long-lasting wounds comes through in hollow tones of despair and remembrance, but tries to reach beyond the simple immediacy of the anguish to see a path to recovery. "I like _Solace_ in a new sense...I'm very much--I live in the present and future and don't like to cling to the past; I don't hold on to any of that stuff," McLachlan continues. _Solace_ can be seen as a journey, a progression from darkness-- the dreamy darkness of "Drawn to the Rhythm" and "Black"--to illumination and understanding, as in "Wear Your Love Like Heaven" or the final uplifting chords of "Home." Watch the touring calendars for McLachlan's upcoming appearances, which should begin in early spring. By Rosemary A. Peters Aggie Staff Writer -- Tara Marchand || "I will see you, baby, Internet: ez003338@ucdavis.edu || When the clans rise again, Bitnet: ez003338@ucdavis || Women and men united in the struggle" UUCP: ucdavis!ez003338 || - Kirsty MacColl, "Free World" -