18.09. – Happy Birthday !!! With 20 albums to his credit, along with a number of major hits, Michael’s gentle songs have topped jazz charts and delighted listeners for years. His newest album is “Time Together,” which was released in June, 2011.
His best known songs are “Popsicle Toes”, “The Lady Wants to Know”, “Tiger in the Rain”, and “Tell Me All About It.”
His songs have been covered by the likes of Carmen McCrae, Peggy Lee, The Carpenters, Natalie Cole, Diana Krall, Patti Labelle, Melissa Manchester, Ringo Starr, Mark Murphy, Gordon Haskell, and many, many others.
“Seamlessly weaving lyrics of stunning sensuality, wit, reflection and literary eloquence over music that tastefully utilizes top shelf shadings of jazz, soul, pop, chamber and music from around the globe, Michael Franks the songwriter has set a bar in the music world that places him as nothing less than a statesman of song craft.”
Michael Franks – The Music In My Head – (Shanachie. CD review by Peter Bacon). Far too frequently these days I seem to be targeted with emails, pamphlets through the letterbox, inserts that fall out of the Sundays, even mailshots addressed to me personally, all containing variations on the same generic photograph. I’m sure if you are aged over 60 you have seen them, too. A handsome, lustrously grey-haired man in designer frames and casual wear (boat shoes almost guaranteed, sweater slung around shoulders) has his arm round a similarly handsome, even more lustrously grey-haired woman in neutrally-shaded linen dress. They smile at a distant horizon, calm aquamarine sea stretching to matching sky, perhaps the chrome and fibreglass prow of a yacht in the background, the marina’s quayside litter-free beside it… The overtype will likely include the words “security”, “investment”, “retirement village”, “luxury timeshare” with perhaps some variation on the phrase “it’s never too late to live that dream”.
If I turn from the imaginary balcony in my imaginary penthouse and turn up the imaginary volume control on my imaginary high-end hi-fi, the sound that comes out is Michael Franks. How could it be any other way?
The Music In My Head is the Californian-born singer/songwriter’s 18th album, and sounds, despite the 42-year interim, pretty close to Franks’ first hit album (the second he recorded), The Art Of Tea. It’s all here: the simply put, perfectly natural sentences, uttered in a gentle, matter-of-fact conversational style, a sort of speak-singing, as if the mood is too relaxed, the breeze too balmy, the sun too warm to go to the effort of really stretching those vocal cords; the rhythms are variations on bossa nova, the piano given the soft pedal, the guitar solo honeyed in both tone and phrasing, the saxophone tastefully sensual, the signature sound is the cabasa. The concept was completely conceived and perfectly executed way back then – so why spoil it with change?
I’m happy to confess to a fondness for Michael Franks as one of my two guilty secrets (the other is an even stronger passion for Luther Vandross). Yes, I know how they both skirt with cheesiness, and both are likely to be scorned by the vast majority of my tougher-eared jazz-fan friends. I’m even prepared to be scornful too for the first few bars of an album – and then they seduce me anew.
The Music In My Head contains 10 meticulously-crafted new pieces of classic Franks, with contributions from guitarist Chuck Loeb (who, sadly, died before he could participate more fully), bassist Jimmy Haslip, saxophonists Eric Marienthal, Gary Meek and Bob Mintzer, guitarist David Spinozza and producer/arranger Gil Goldstein. His voice has perhaps a little more character these days but he’s kept it, clearly, in unstressed good shape.
We can only see him from the back on the album cover, but I’m sure if he turned around he’d look very much like that handsome, luxuriantly grey-haired, designer-spectacled, comfortably well-off pensioner in the adverts.