I wouldn't be complaining if she'd resurrected more substantive work from that series. Ian slightly bends the piano voicings to replicate her own soulful intonations. As a child, Ian admired the work of folk pioneers such as Joan Baez and Odetta. The band is just Ian guitar and vocals , Viktor Krauss upright bass and Jim Brock drums , so spare that every note stands out. There is no cause for it to show But just the same, fall to the floor of all the good times you recall A song for all the seasons of your mind Running through a blackened dream, waken with a nightmare scream See your clothing come alive. Rusty nails turn fingers brown A song for all the seasons of your mind Laughter flows among the trees. Then in the mid-1980's everything fell apart.
Usually I prefer live records to cover a shorter period of time, so they capture one working band at a given moment, but in this case it doesn't make much difference, because Ian hasn't really changed her approach since her early 90s renaissance, and as the focus is always on her, the other players are window dressing anyway. Presumably it's not so much that she's imitating Nyro as they're both imitating Billie Holiday. In 1988 she moved to Nashville. The track also has the maturity of a pop music standard from the likes of Gershwin or Cahn. So she waited for five years.
By 1989, she was living in Nashville, dusting herself off after a breakup and struggling with chronic fatigue syndrome. Since Ian was underage, she needed to be accompanied by a chaperon while touring and after her set, she had been sleeping with her head on her chaperon's lap an older female family friend. Dig deeper into her catalog and you'll be rewarded with a batch of wry, piercing songs with clever arrangements and a disarmingly straightforward vocal delivery. By then Janis knew she was gay, and she was out to her family and friends, but had not yet come out in public. She talked to the people from The National Gay and Lesbian Task Force and they felt pretty strongly that she should wait until she could do a decent amount of publicity around it, otherwise it would be wasted. She would do so 4 years later, in 1993, along with the release of her first album in 12 years, aptly named Breaking Silence.
Produced by Cregan, Ian and Moreau. Not that I'm putting them down: bassists Rick Blackwell and Chad Watson are exceptionally fluid, while Randy Leago skips ably from keyboards to sax, flute, accordion and harmonica. Evening star All our good times have been had And there's nothing more to be said I don't like being trite, but I love you I love you When my evening star comes around again You won't find me sitting where I was when you first came When my evening star tells me it's time for a change The words may change. The alarming rate of suicides among lesbian and gay teens was one of the decisive reasons for coming out. Although Ian would later come out as lesbian, she states that at the time of the encounter with Cosby she had only been kissed once, in broad daylight at summer camp. This musical departure was another commercial flop; at the time it must have seemed like Ian was fading out, but in fact the album's spare, tense tone set the course that would carry her to stardom in the 70s.
Beneath your naked foot it writhes Feel the life within you grow like beauty on a newborn rose A song for all the reasons of your mind Emptiness at losing him. The band includes on percussion, Kevin Breit on guitars, and David Piltch on standup bass. It would be easy to say that he was just manufacturing his entry into the profitable world of folk-rock, but even at 15 Ian is clearly her own boss: she wrote every tune and co-arranged, rare for any performer in those days. The band is Carol Hunter bass, guitar , Buddy Salzman drums , Joe Price and percussion - there's a lot of organ and guitar here, and I'm guessing Ian played most of that though the record doesn't say so. Your game of grace for sad eyed swans and quietly beneath the tree , loving all his mystery The grass is still, it comes alive. If you're still on the fence, the fun, singalong title track is free on Ian's site.
That goes double for this outrageously overproduced pop record, where Ian doesn't sound like herself and in her album photos, doesn't even look like herself. What's missing from this release is the humor present in both earlier and later recordings; the sound and vocals are so dry and austere it's downright off-putting. The performance evokes a distinct European flavour that might suggest the Incredible String Band or Pentangle. Arranged by Ron Fragipane and Ian; only soloists are listed, and they include jazz bassist Richard Davis, drummer Barry Lazarowitz, Ray Beckenstein, Phil Bodner, Romeo Pengue, George Ricci, Joe Shepley and Ian herself. Incisive and moving; you won't regret giving this a listen.
The arrangements sometimes veer toward country, but overall have fewer non-folk elements than any of her other records. This was the age of psychedelia though, and the bittersweet musings of a teenage singer-songwriter were not chart material. Overall, though, Ian's never sounded more in control of her muse or vice versa. The band includes Sal diTroia, , Will Lee and Richard Davis. A golden green hilarity Your eyes are aching from the sun and though the evening's just begun, You don't know why you're laughing so. Luckily for us, her songwriting skills are intact, and her recent work is just as sharp but more confident and relaxed.
Her parents, Victor, a music teacher, and Pearl ran a summer camp in upstate New York. Once again, Ian has so much to say she can't be bothered to repeat choruses, and once again, her lyrics are so good you won't mind - there's not a single throwaway. Since then such diverse artists as Kathy Mattea, Bette Midler, Nanci Griffith, and Amy Grant have recorded her works. Still, if I didn't know better, I'd assume that a 17 year old who was blending so many influences so successfully was certainly headed for superstardom - give this a listen, just don't expect it to be flawless. Certainly not as coherent as Aftertones or Breaking Silence, but as an introduction to Ian's talents I'd as soon recommend this as anything. There is no cause for it to show but just the same, fall to the floor of all the good times you recall A song for all the seasons of your mind Running through a blackened dream, waken with a nightmare scream See your clothing come alive.
Here she worked to establish herself as a premiere songwriter. . Night is slow to rush on you A song for all the seasons of your mind Avalanches burying and all the doctors hurrying Mental institutions and the pain of retribution All the muddy ponds and dirty sewers Feed your mind upon a skewer Put you up and pull you down. The soft rock backing has a Steely Dan pseudo-jazz flavor, with very little acoustic guitar, no horns, and a laid-back groove that's the opposite of rousing. She maintains a delicate command of the stirring and moody piano inflections that trickle all around her vocals in a sort of improvisational dance.