A Time To Love - Press Release
A Time 2 Love
28 October 2005
I love Stevie Wonder. "Maybe Your Baby," "I Was Made to Love Her,"
"Living for the City"...these, and many others, have long since
guaranteed a place in the pantheon for the formerly 12-Year-Old Genius.
But I confess: this reviewer would be hard-pressed to describe Stevie's
latter-day output as "good," much less "great," "classic" or (I shudder
at the thought) "genius."
What makes worthy artists - legendary artists, even - go bad? It's a
question that's been asked countless times, of Wonder and of others, and
frankly the "answers" are too myriad and subjective to go into here. But
it's important to note that, if one considers Stevie Wonder's "classic
period" to have begun with "Uptight" and ended sometime after Songs in
the Key of Life (with Paul McCartney duet "Ebony and Ivory" serving as
the final nail in the coffin), 2005 marks at least the 25th year since
the soul innovator and auteur began his disappearance into the depths of
the MOR gutter.
In this context, then, A Time to Love must surely be the most
important Stevie Wonder album since 1980's Hotter Than July. Not only
was the record long in gestation and much-awaited - it's been ten years
since Stevie's last, Conversation Peace, a significant chunk of which
decade was spent recording (and delaying) Time to Love - but if Wonder's
people are to be believed, it also marks a massive return to form: the
album that will finally reconcile the brilliant artist of the late '60s
and '70s with the cornrowed, sweet-natured caricature of the last 20
years; a virtual pillar of inconsequence who hasn't changed so much as
an Afrocentric parka since he was immortalized by Eddie Murphy's spot-on
SNL parodies. Of course, that's one tall order, and it needn't even be
said that A Time to Love is no Innervisions. But if we can allow
ourselves to put our impossible expectations aside and give this album
the listen it deserves, Mr. Wonder has a bit of a pleasant surprise for
us all: this "return to form" may have its flaws, but it remains a
remarkably solid effort.
And Wonder remains ("I Just Called to Say I Love You"
notwithstanding) a singular talent, quite possibly the hardest person to
dislike in all of popular music. Simply put, the 55-year-old's voice is
gorgeous, as clear and honey-smooth as it was thirty years ago.
Actually, if anything he could do to turn it down a notch: "If Your Love
Cannot Be Moved," which opens the album promisingly with a contemporary
R&B beat and dramatic, low-register strings, soon devolves into numbing
histrionics from both Wonder and his guest Kim Burrell - a tendency
which repeats itself on more than a few of Time To Love's "ballad"
numbers. Excessive length is also an issue, most notably with the first
four tracks: cute songs like "Sweetest Somebody I Know" and the jazzy,
theatrical "Moon Blue" overstay their welcome after the three-minute
mark or so, when they start to feel like exactly the kind of
light-weight sentimentality that's become Wonder's unfortunate stock in
trade. If those two songs dip their toes in the sugar water, however,
"From the Bottom of My Heart" dives in head first, with a title straight
out of the Backstreet Boys files and the kind of production values
usually found on grocery store mixtapes.
To be honest, it isn't until "Please Don't Hurt My Baby" comes along
when the album really kicks into gear. A lite-funk jam worthy of Talking
Book outtake status, the track breathes some much-needed life into the
proceedings and reminds us that Stevie is still good for more than just
the sappy ballads. Once "Please Don't Hurt My Baby" has come and gone,
it feels as though what was missing at the beginning of the record has
been miraculously restored: the soul is back, and better late than
never. Even the soft numbers start to gel: "My Love is On Fire" is
smooth and seductive, never maudlin, with funky touches of flute and
Isaac Hayes strings; while the album-closing title track with India.Arie
has all of the epic quality of "If Your Love Cannot Be Moved" but none
of the distracting bombast. And oh yes, there's more funk to be had:
"Tell Your Heart I Love You," which bolsters its bluesy groove with
synth bass and Clavinet (remember Clavinets?), and of course the first
single "So What the Fuss."
It's fitting that "So What the Fuss," one of the highlights of A
Time to Love, comes accompanied by fellow erstwhile pop genius Prince.
Like Prince, Stevie Wonder was an artist in need of a comeback. His
talent is just too great to fizzle and fade away, contained by
half-assed, mediocre records and the occasional charity single/awards
show appearance. And like Prince (whose 2004 release Musicology restored
artistic and commercial credibility almost single-handedly), Wonder
found his comeback in the form of a sort of compromise: strongly
recalling his classic work, but mellowed, tailor-made for an audience
who continue to mature along with Wonder itself. It may not have the
same kind of resonance as those glory years - few records do - but A
Time to Love is possessed of a charm and a beauty all its own. If Stevie
Wonder's "form" is quality and craft, then this is a return to form
indeed. Welcome back, Stevie. You've earned it.