Back in the late 1990s and early 2000s, all sorts of music passed me by. I guess I was too busy with other stuff, and apart from new songs by old favorites (Clapton, Santana etc.), I was oblivious. Ordinarily, the kids’ music (my kids, that is) would have kept me informed, so to speak, but as I recall, they were listening to music which didn’t touch me — Limp Bizkit, Matchbox 20, Weezer, Shakira and all the teen-pop stuff — and I won’t even go into “club” music.
Well, maybe I should have listened to club music a little, because I completely missed someone called Anastacia — and that’s a Bad Thing.
Whoa. Talk about a seductive, and wonderful, mezzo-soprano: I’m Outta Love and Left Outside Alone (both of which I only encountered for the first time this past week) are astonishing. And as for Sick And Tired… phew.
Okay, let me get the obvious out of the way. The musical format of Anastacia’s music still leaves me untouched — in fact, I think it sucks — but good grief… that voice. It reminds me of a slightly edgier Tina Turner — and how does one get edgier than Tina?
Nor was she an overnight sensation, either: she’d really paid her dues.
Of course, it doesn’t hurt that Ms. Anastacia was as sexy as hell, too, not to mention gorgeous.
Of course, those were earlier pics of her, taken in her 30s. It’s been well over a decade since she “arrived” — she should have been discovered nearly ten years before then — and age has taken its toll on her, somewhat (not to mention Crohn’s Disease and breast cancer); but hell, even an older and plumper Anastacia can still turn heads, at age 50:
…and if anything, like a fine Scotch single malt her voice has got better with age. My only quibble is her music, which still sucks. I wish she’d become a torch singer, taking on the old jazz nightclub classics. She would be sensational.
And damn, I wish she hadn’t lost the glasses.
That era suffered some unintended consequences as the ability to access music became easier……the quality of what you were accessing became closer and closer to absolute drek…..and the sector was flooded with mediocre talent.
Poor writing, poor performing – what not to like?
Had the same sort of thing happen to me, though my tastes are very, very different. Then I discovered Katherine Jenkins. And Lindsey Stirling.
She sounds like a slightly rawer Annie Lennox. (Kinda looks like her too. You might see if you can find something by a European singer named Basia from the ’80’s.
Ah yes, Basia. But then – Sade. Your love is King. ‘Nuff said.