Ci troviamo pressochè al limitare di Ferragosto: l'estate impazza e, assieme ad essa, la valanga di tristi e ributtanti tormentoni che così amorevolmente i canali radiofonici e televisivi ci propinano: canzonette da mezzo nichelino bucato confezionate apposta per far scuotere le chiappe il tempo di concludere degnamente gli stravizi d'Agosto, performate da individui di dubbia provenienza e moralità, fermamente intenzionati a ri-celarsi nell'ombra perenne del loro background "artistico" una volta che la febbre del tormentone-spazzatura si esaurisce e le bollenti temperature estive lasciano terreno al gelido abbraccio della nebbia padana e della bora triestina. Noi italiani, giusto per non smentire mai le nostre attitudini, siamo i campioni imperituri nel consumo di cotanta monnezza e, appena varcato il solstizio di giugno, ecco le classifiche di vendita riempirsi di penosi calderoni pseudo-latin con tanto di pietose clip d'accompagnamento.

Brani che certamente stanno facendo felici la massa avventrice della riviera romagnola e della Versilia; per chi, invece, staziona rigido e impassibile all'ombra dei platani cittadini o aspetta con ansia partenze ritardate, la truzzo-dance o le movenze ispanico-brasiliane risultano (forse) poco adeguate alla sua condizione di non villeggiatore. Capita spesso (almeno relativamente al sottoscritto) di volersi affrancare dal trend contemporaneo e, vuoi per nostalgia o malinconia dei tempi andati, ricercare qualche sonorità, qualche artista, qualche brano, qualche disco che olezzi di naftalina e fasti passati.

"Older", datato 1996, rappresenta probabilmente l'ultimo grande marchio di fabbrica della discografia di George Michael prima dell'esplosione di scandali a sfondo sessuale e del recente abuso di stupefacenti: lavoro che andava doverosamente a ereditare il massiccio peso di "Faith" e la più modesta accoglienza di "Listen Without Prejudice, Vol. 1" e che si assumeva l'arduo compito di rimettere in marcia la carriera di uno dei rimasugli eighties più notevoli arenatosi fra le nuove leve pop mainstream. Con questo terzo album in studio, Michael ripose temporaneamente sia la vena funky-spensierata dell'era Wham! che il look da christian rocker di "Faith" al fine di concepire un raffinato curriculum di sonorità jazz, lounge, organiche, etniche e ambient miscelate assieme a un gustoso mood r&b-pop: con l'eccezione di qualche sporadico accenno dance frivolo, la maggior parte dei brani risulta profondamente intrisa di atmosfere pacate, soffuse, rilassate, addirittura ascetiche e "spirituali", il tutto a plasmare una tracklist sfaccettata e composita nei suoi brevi ma intensi attimi di fulgida riflessione.

Il debutto di "Older" è quasi dialetticamente suddiviso: da un lato la celebre ballatona soft-melodica e lacrimevole di Jesus To A Child, densa di "parabolici" archi, passione dolorosa e sentimento esacerbato alla Careless Whisper, dall'altro il sapore danzereccio nonchè lounge/jazz - inspired di FastLove che sembra tradire disdicevolmente la morbidezza invocata dall'esordio, decisa comunque a risorgere con i tripudi orchestrali/instrumental di matrice jazz-retrò della title - track Older e di You Have Been Loved.

Con lacupa The Strangest Thing l'onnipervasivo sentore leggerezza abdica temporaneamente l'asso delle tracce instrumentali approdando ad un valido esperimento trance - lounge impreziosito da sounds etnico-orientali che tuttavia non si riescono a soppiantare l'imperituro trionfo jazz-soul della ultra soft Spinning The Wheel o delle "old school" It Doesn't Really Matter e Move On. A concludere le danze (naturalmente in senso figurato) i simpatici accenni funky-gospel di Star People e la quasi totalmente instrumentale Free, sorta di reprise rivisto e corretto delle sonorità di The Strangest Thing.

Ecco a voi, debaseriani tutti, una ricetta musicale estiva del tutto difforme dagli sculettamenti contemporanei, adatta per un qualsiasi pomeriggio passato a sonnecchiare pigramente sull'amaca e a pensare all'album di fotografie che in questi tre mesi di canicola e ghiaccioli non si è potuto riempire come si desiderava.

George Michael, "Older"

Jesus To A Child - FastLove - Older - Spinning The Wheel - It Doesn't Really Matter - To Be Forgiven - Move On - Star People - You Have Been Loved - Free

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01   Jesus to a Child (06:51)

Kindness in your eyes
I guess you heard me cry
You smiled at me like Jesus to a child
I'm blessed I know
Heaven sent and heaven stole
You smiled at me like Jesus to a child
And what have I learned from all this pain
I thought I never feel the same about anyone or anything again
But now I know

Chorus:
When you find a love
When you know that it exists
Then the lover that you miss
Will come to you on those cold, cold nights
When you've been loved
When you know it holds such bliss
Then the lover that you kissed
Will comfort you when there's no hope in sight

Sadness in my eyes
No one guessed and no one tried
You smiled at me like Jesus to a child
Loveless and cold
With your last breath you saved my soul
You smiled at me like Jesus to a child
And what have I learned from all these tears
I've waited for you all those years
Then just when it began he took your love away
But I still say

Chorus

So the words you could not say
I'll sing them for you
And the love we would have made
I'll make it for two
For every single memory
Has become a part of me
You will always be my love
Well I've been loved so I know just what love is
And the lover that I kissed is always by my side
Oh the lover I still miss... was Jesus to a child

02   Fastlove (05:24)

Looking for some education
made my way into the night
all that bullshit conversation
well baby can't you read the signs?

I won't bore you with the details baby
I don't even want to waste your time
let's just say that maybe
you could help to ease my mind
baby, I ain't Mr. Right

But if you're looking for fastlove
if that's love in your eyes
it's more than enough
had some bad love
so fastlove is all that I've got on my mind

What's there to think about baby?

Looking for some affirmation
made my way into the sun
my friends got their ladies
they're all having babies
but I just want to have some fun

I won't bore you with the details baby
gonna get there in your own sweet time
let's just say that maybe
you could help to ease my mind
baby, I ain't Mr. Right

Chorus

What's there to think about baby?
get yourself some lessons in love

In the absence of security
I made my way into the night
stupid Cupid keeps on calling me
but I see nothing in his eyes
I miss my baby
I miss my baby, oh yeah
so why don't we make a little room in my BMW babe
searching for some peace of mind
hey, I'll help you find it
I do believe that we are practicing the same religion
you really ought to get up now

Looking for some affirmation?

03   Older (05:33)

"I should have known
it seemed too easy
you wer there
and I was breathing blue

strange
don't you think I'm looking older?
but something good has happended to me
change is a stranger
you have yet to known

well you're out of time
I'm letting go
you'll be fine
well that much I know
you're out of time
I'm letting go
I'm not the man you want

I should hav known
it seens so easy
you were there
I thought I needed you

strange
don't you think i'm looking older?
but something good has happened to me
change is a stranger
who never seem to show

well you're out of time
I'm letting go
you'll be fine
(or maybe you won't)
you're out of time
I'm letting go

I'm not the man that you want
I never should have looked back in your direction
I know that
just the same old fights again, baby
these are wasted days without affection
I'm not that foolish anymore"

04   Spinning the Wheel (06:21)

Five o'clock in the morning you ain't home
I can't help thinking that's strange
Baby I just want you to know I won't go through this again
Yes, those clouds are closing in

Chorus:
And I will not accept this as a part of my life
I will not live in fear of what may be
And the lessons that I learned
I would rather be alone than watch you spinning that wheel for me
You've got a thing about danger
Ain't you getting what you want from me
You've got a thing about strangers
Baby that's what we used to be
You've got a thing about danger baby
I guess the hungry just can't see
One of these days you gonna bring some home to me

Six o'clock in the morning you ain't home
I can't help thinking it's strange
It seems that everybody takes their chances these days
Oh yeah, we're standing in the rain

Chorus

How can you love me when you're playing with my life
You say give me time and I'll do better I swear
Give me time and I'll lead you back to despair
And I don't want to go back there

05   It Doesn't Really Matter (04:50)

06   The Strangest Thing (06:01)

07   To Be Forgiven (05:21)

I'm going down
Won't you help me
Save me from myself
I hear the sound of a memory
Maybe time will tell

Suddenly my life is like a river
Taking me places I don't want to go
But like all good men who swim too well
It takes all that I have just to cry for help
Then that voice in my head
Tells me no

I'm going down
Won't you help me
Save me from myself
I look around for a fantasy
Maybe
Who can tell?

Let me live my life beside the river
Take me to places where a child can grow
And then
Maybe the boy inside will forsake me
Maybe
The child in me
Will just let me go

I'm going down
The cold, cold water is rushing in
I'm going down
And I would beg to be forgiven

If I knew my sin

08   Move On (04:45)

09   Star People (05:16)

10   You Have Been Loved (05:30)

11   Free (03:00)

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Altre recensioni

Di  alcol2

 George Michael è compositore e interprete a tutto tondo, le sue liriche dense e commoventi, il suo senso della melodia un dono davvero raro.

 Il vestito nuovo dell’imperatore Michael è quello dell’umiltà, la stessa che ci lascerà abbandonare a un così raro dono di bellezza e sincerità.


Di  Abraham

 Chi poteva mai intitolare un brano “Jesus To a Child” se non lui, il Lucio Dalla d’Inghilterra, il Franti dall’infame sorriso, il genio che non fu incompreso.

 Le morbide e dolorose trame dei lenti sono pietre miliari, una ricerca quasi metodica del dolore che crea capolavori.