There’s a large contingent of people under the impression that “real” music died after 1996. However, music is an entity that never truly disappears. It may hide; it may re-invent itself. But, never does it fully find itself buried under six feet of dirt and filth. The radio would have you believe that there’s very little to grasp onto in the way of hope for the musical direction of our future.
Indeed, the mainstream public has made it clear that art is not only undervalued, but something that it feels it can do without (see the disappearance of virtually every art program in public schools). But, if one looks beneath the proverbial surface, she’ll find that there’s a world that’s as creative and as heavenly as anything preceding the new millennium.
One such artist making waves no matter where she steps is Sy Smith. Her music is enigmatic, expressive, and open. It’s the kind of music that can be found at the Blue Note in New York or Club 49 in London’s Soho. She’s got the voice of an angel — simple, unfiltered, and elegant. While not a powerhouse vocalist –the likes of Ledisi or Jill Scott– she has a style that’s undeniably gorgeous. With her influences ranging from Michael Jackson to Minnie Riperton, it’s understandable that she’d have a range that fits into any groove quite easily.