I can just hear the cries of exasperation now: first the Bee Gees, and now Donna Summer? What is wrong with you, Neo?
Despite the common disdain I hear about disco music, I love Summer’s voice. It’s a force of nature, like a powerful river flowing to the sea and not letting anyone or anything (like mere notes that are very high or very low) stand in its way. Mock the genre of disco all you want, but this lady could sing better and more powerfully than almost anybody else. Little effort is visible. She just opens her mouth and out it pours, a golden stream of sound with a smoky timbre.
And then there’s the song she’s singing here, “MacArthur Park.” I’ve never cared at all for the song and still don’t. In fact, I rather dislike it. In particular, the image of the green cake melting in the rain seems ludicrous to me, although the composer/lyricist Jimmy Webb said it was based on something that actually happened:
Everything in the song was visible. There’s nothing in it that’s fabricated. The old men playing checkers by the trees, the cake that was left out in the rain, all of the things that are talked about in the song are things I actually saw. And so it’s a kind of musical collage of this whole love affair that kind of went down in MacArthur Park. … Back then, I was kind of like an emotional machine, like whatever was going on inside me would bubble out of the piano and onto paper.
The melody shows off Summer’s glorious voice and in particular her lower register, and that’s why I’m paying attention to it. As a very different singer, Karen Carpenter, once said of her own voice, “The money’s in the basement.” As far as I’m concerned, the same was true of Summer, although she had a powerful upper register as well and that’s evident in the song, too. But it’s the lower register that gets me.
Here is a live rendition of the song by Summer when she was around 50 years old. I chose this later performance because I think her voice actually got better with time, although it was fabulous to begin with:
For comparison, here’s one from twenty-one years earlier, when Summer was close to thirty. I don’t think it’s as good at all, perhaps because she seems more affected and her voice seems lighter in her lower registers (and is the song also pitched a note or so higher than in the other video?). But she’s certainly a beautiful and sexy woman. Compared to the raunchiness of today’s performers, though, she seems positively sedate here:
There’s been a lot of rain here lately, but I’ll try not to leave any cakes out in it.
And speaking of damp green cakes – that is, singing of damp green cakes – this offering from my youth comes to mind. I was taken to see this live in NYC many a time as a child:
And I just learned from reading Cyril Ritchard’s Wiki page that he was Australian. I never would have guessed that.
