Monday, August 24, 2015

Sydneysider Sarsha Simone Sings ~ Simply ~ Lets Dance

"Simplicity is the glory of expression”—Walt Whitman

take a sad song and make it better
Songbird Choir: "Simplicity is the glory of expression”—Walt Whitman

Songstress, chanteuse, diva ...

The best things in life are often simplest ...

 I feel there could be a turf war between Melbourne and Sydney Soul Soon. Down here, we’ve got a knack for big brass; as SaskwatchClairy Browne, and The Cactus Channel have gone on to reflect the city’s penchant for gritty live shows. And in true form, Sydney’s hit back with something slick. That person behind it all is Sarsha Simone.
Previously front woman of Dojo Cuts—a revivalist funk outfit—Simone has brought out the Gold EP: five tracks that serve up a mix of neo-soul, hip-hop, and contemporary RnB. But, Simone’s voice is hard to place.  It’s raspy in part, but it’s smooth as well — almost like Winehouse’s raw voice on her debut Frank. You can her this more clearly on Jazz Soul Scent, Simone’s recent collaboration with French artist DJ Moar. And, in the vein of your neo-RnB revivalists, she can rap to boot.  This could raise ire in others, but she seems to rap in a style that’s akin to spoken word poetry on tracks like ‘All Night’. And of course, you could look to the likes of Candice Monique for further comparisons. Whothehell

One of our favorite local singers, SARSHA SIMONE (of DOJO CUTS) drops her new single ‘Lets Dance’ last week and we are seriously feeling the new sound.
“Let’s Dance”the debut solo single from the intriguing Australian singer Sarsha Simone was officially released to digital last week, “Let’s Dance” has been creating buzz since,
Reaching #82 on the Australian iTunes R&B chart after it’s release over the weekend, “Let’s Dance” is one track you won’t want to sleep on as it walks the line between the edginess of electronic styles and the warmth of R&B. 
Sydney Soul Music trendy single lets dance
Lets Dance

Singer Sarsha Simone So Many Smiles

From Port to Port Foreign Affairs. “How Colonialism Shaped Music As We Know It.”

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Don't use too many words, too many notes, too many colours, or too many buttons.

As late Steve Jobs,  of Thinking Differently fame, once said,

“That’s been one of my mantras — 
focus and simplicity Simple can be harder than complex: You have to work hard to get your thinking clean to make it simple. But it’s worth it in the end because once you get there, you can move mountains.” Express Yourself Uniquely ...

CODA:  we expect a sea of songs to materialise as a result of this study. ...Study of survivors finds trauma passed on to children's genes

Our grandparents and parent survived the two world wars and as my dad used to day the folks maintained their sense of humour even at a time of death ...

One of the methods of communicating from one officer to another in the trenches of the the great world wars was to give the message to one of the privates and tell him to pass the word along the line until it reached its destination, viz., the officer at the other end.
The following story is similar to stories, though not as risque, as those told at the Mittleuropean tables. These war stories show how a serious message can be distorted on its journey from mouth to mouth:— Lieutenant A., in charge of one end of the Battle line told the private in front to pass the word along to Lieutenant B.: “Time to advance” When Lieutenant B. received the message it was like this: “Time to have a dance ...” [Like with so many songs we hear what we wish  or prefer to hear ....]  
On this day the Sergeant started the message at one end with: “Col. Lang is going to advance. Send reinforcements.” 
When the Sergeant got to the other end of the line the men there seemed unable to keep their faces straight.
“Well,” asked the Sergeant, “what is the message?”
Said the last man with a broad grin and an Irish brogue: “Sure Sergeant, Col. Lang is going to a dance; send his pants to be pressed!”