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Tuesday, January 23, 2007

The Strange Language of Sylvia's Pillow Talk
Posted by floodwatch



Sylvia: Gimme a Little Action and Sunday
From Pillow Talk [Vibration 1973]

The Moments: Sunday
From Not on the Outside, But Inside In! [Stang 1968]

'70s Soul has always been about summertime and sunshine for me, so during these dreary days of January I'll occasionally have to remind myself that June is only... six... months... away by digging out some of the more ignored Soul records in my collection. Recently I've taken a certain fascination with Sylvia Robinson's Pillow Talk, and the more I listen, the more I become attuned to how utterly strange this record is. Allow me to explain.

Regardless of one's feelings about Robinson as a cold, heartless businesswoman (see: The Sugarhill Gang, a discussion for another time), she nevertheless had a long and successful career in the music industry, beginning in the late '50s as the latter half of Mickey & Sylvia, most remembered for their single "Love is Strange." During the '60s she worked behind the scenes, nurturing New Jersey trio The Moments to stardom while raising her family. She began releasing solo records under her first name in the '70s, moving into bedroom disco and even hip hop during the '80s.

Yet while many of her contemporaries patiently waited by the assembly line for producers to churn out chart-toppers for them, Robinson actively played a hand in shaping her own career, writing or co-writing most of her material and supervising the daily operations of running her record label with her husband, Joe. She was also a hell of a guitar player to boot.

Still, listening to Pillow Talk, one gets the impression that something just isn't right, but it's difficult to place a finger on what it. It's a pleasant listen, to be sure, gorgeously sensual and full of slithering, late-night grooves. Perhaps it's Sylvia's presence and delivery, at times sounding as if she's curled up on the couch in the control room, intimidated and cradling the microphone; others, her whispery coos and moans have all the sincerity of a minimum-wage phone-sex operator. But there is a certain intimacy in her voice that connects with the listener despite the fact that it's quizzically buried in the mix most of the time. "Gimme a Little Action" is one such example, a sleeper track that would have benefitted tremendously from a boost of Sylvia's presence, yet she seems content to cuddle into her surroundings, treating her voice as equally as the other instruments of pleasure. And oddly enough, it works.

"Sunday" was written for Sylvia's brother's fiancee, who tragically died in a car accident the night before they were to be married. It sounds unlike any of the other selections here, a haunting ballad with just Sylvia, her acoustic guitar, and a lone cello. The atmosphere calls to mind something out of a Country-Western musical from the '60s, with Sylvia's cries echoing throughout the moonlit desert canyon long after her companions have fallen asleep by the campfire. (Attentive listeners will recognize this track as the basis for Ghostface's "The Letter" skit from The Pretty Tony Album.) Compared to the relatively standard instrumentation and arrangements of the original Moments' version, the two are like night and day.

Pillow Talk is definitely worth checking out, if only for two reasons: 1) there are few records of the era that sound remotely similar to it (keep in mind that this stuff was pretty risque for the time), and 2) a seven-minute version of "Not on the Outside" where Sylvia seductively introduces her "little band," then instructs her guitar player on how to play his solo as if he were forcibly pleasuring her. It's bizarre, to say the least.

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