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A nation that considered itself very space-age and worldly enjoyed quaint spins on sentimental Italian music (“That’s Amore” and its pizza pies) and Trinidadian calypso songs about hard, simple labor (“Day-O” and its bananas). This was how we reckoned with our melting pot: crudely, obliviously, maybe with a nice tune and a beat you could dance to.Sometime in the 1950s, the mainstream saw its last great gasp of this habit. And of course there were the minstrel shows, in which people with mocking, cork-painted faces sang what they pretended were the songs of Southern former slaves. Some were sung in a spirit of abuse others were written or performed by members of those groups themselves. Vaudeville acts, for instance, had tunes for just about every major immigrant group: the Italian number, the Yiddish number, the Irish one, the Chinese.
One is that, unbidden and according to no plan, they find themselves continually reckoning with questions of identity. There may be times when this fact grates at us, when it feels as though there must be other dimensions of the world to attend to “surely,” you moan, “there are songs that speak to basic human emotions in ways that transcend the particulars of who we are!” But if you look through the essays in this magazine, you may notice two things. Watch a mere silhouette of a human being dancing to music, and you can immediately guess things about who they are and where they came from.In 2017, identity is the topic at the absolute center of our conversations about music. How else do you create a situation in which, after decades of hip-hop’s being the main engine of pop music, it can still be a little complicated when nonblack people rap? That vexed thing we call “identity” leans its considerable weight on all kinds of questions: which sounds comfort us or excite us where and how we listen to them how we move our bodies as they play. Then all of this changed, and we decided to start thinking of pop music not as a folk tradition but as an art we started to picture musicians as people who invented sounds and styles, making intellectual decisions about their work.But music is still, pretty obviously, tied to people. Even when it was played in a condescending ethnic-joke burlesque of who those people actually were — even when it was pretty aggressively racist — the notion remained: Different styles sprang from different people.
Maybe decades ago you could aim your songs at a mass market, but music does not really have one of those anymore. Not the fine details of genre and style — everyone, allegedly, listens to everything now — but the networks of identity that float within them. Activists sing a country song for a restaurant chain that once fired gay employees, when Leonard Cohen revisits his childhood religious inheritance?This is what we talk about now, the music-makers and the music-listeners both. Singer titles one “F.U.B.U.” — or, “for us, by us.” Are you part of her “us”? The house music in Kanye West’s “Fade”: Does it make you picture the black Chicagoans who helped invent it or the club-going Europeans who embraced it? How does it work when a queer woman matches the sexual braggadocio of male rappers, when L.G.B.T.
At the Grammys, “25” won album of the year, and a poignant portion of her acceptance speech was a tribute to Beyoncé, whose album “Lemonade” broke the cultural Richter scale — and didn’t win any of the big awards. Down here, on earth, where her third album, “25,” made Adele the top-selling artist of 20, she has that realness we say we value in the people we elevate to stardom last month, during the Grammys telecast, she cursed as she interrupted a laconic version of George Michael’s “Fastlove” in order to get the tempo right.But even Adele knows that loving Adele is complicated. When a chorus brings her voice to its cruising altitude, it’s like you’re up there, flying with it. ♦Nitsuh Abebe is a story editor for the magazine.Loving Adele shouldn’t be that hard. For better or worse, it’s all identity now. The rest of us do the same.
(Why doesn’t this woman make more fast songs?)It starts with her saying, “Just the guitar. I must have danced to this song 200 times, in blocks of repeats. It makes you mad that we put a political price tag on this kind of perfection. “Send My Love (to Your New Lover),” the second track on “25,” makes you mad that we live in a world where what happens at the Grammys can’t not matter. But when it’s just me and Adele — very good Adele, catchy-as-hell Adele — the triggers lock. And isn’t whaling pop’s whole point?Yes, certain cultural institutions have a habit of setting traps that trigger trauma.
“Send my love to your new lover. By the prechorus, her voice is flanked by other Adeles swooping in, on multiple tracks, to dispel the dismay of having dated someone with cold feet and to wish the best for this person’s next girlfriend. Then comes The Voice, at a low smolder, the smoke still rising from a crater of disillusionment. The plink is married to a kick drum’s heartbeat.
In other words, “Send My Love” sets out to catch a whale. I love this song because it makes me feel strong — as strong as singing “We gon’ slay” any time Beyoncé does. It’s in the pews, the rafters and the aisles. And the voice itself has what can be only called soul. The swelling repetitions are chillingly churchy.
One is the Kaddish, recited by mourners after the death of a loved one. Some of the words Cohen had given them to work with were familiar they were borrowed from two of Judaism’s holiest prayers. Leonard Cohen had written to ask if Gideon Zelermyer, the cantor of Congregation Shaar Hashomayim near Montreal — Cohen’s childhood synagogue — was interested in recording with him.Zelermyer was soon sitting inside the synagogue’s sanctuary with a few members of Shaar’s all-male choir, playing with different arrangements for “You Want It Darker,” the title track of Cohen’s 14th and final studio album. All I want to do when I hear it is call her Ishmael.♦Wesley Morris is a critic at large for The Times and a staff writer for the magazine.It wasn’t an email from God, but it was close.
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