Soweto Kinch - Rich Mix, London, 13 December 2013

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For any readers currently unacquainted with Soweto Kinch, now is the time to get comfortably familiar with the award-winning British artist. Kinch is a gifted alto-saxophonist, producer and MC whose ingenuity allows him to straddle effortlessly both the jazz and hip hop scenes.

A Mercury Music Prize nominee and MOBO Award winner twice no less, his deft skills have gained worthy recognition in the urban music world. He he has further flexed his considerable talent by writing scores for musical theatre, acting, collaborating and performing with other notable artists and guest curating at festivals. I had my first experience of Kinch at the Jazz FM Love Supreme Festival where his compelling sound provided the perfect accompaniment to blazing hot weather and crisp chilled cider. Kinch, along with Andreya Triana, was in my opinion one of the standout British acts from the festival lineup and so I was looking forward to seeing him in my home town.

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Kinch used to play at Rich Mix regularly on a Sunday evening, and so in some ways this gig was a homecoming. The intimate venue provided the perfect setting for the performance; low-key and unassuming but impressive all the same and with a cool crowd lounging comfortably on plush seats or standing as near to the stage as possible ready for some action. London-based producer and globally respected DJ Eric Lau warmed up the crowd beautifully with soulful beats that thawed the freezing night and kick started the head-nodding and all round good vibes.

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From behind closed doors the faint but distinct sound of a saxophone could be heard, Lau slowed down the tempo of his last record and Jazz FM presenter Chris Gilvear  jumped on stage to make a warm introduction before the man himself appeared bang on time. Without words, in a striking deep burgundy jacket, he produced a smooth clean sax sound in an effortless solo, his face drawn with intense concentration and his fingers moving so animatedly and impressively it was hypnotic. THAT is how you open a show with impact - no words needed.

Joined by a very tight backing band featuring Moses Boyd on drums and Nick Jurd on bass, Kinch confirmed all material from the evening would be taken from the influential 2013 album The Legend of Mike Smith, a Dante-inspired jazz journey through modern-day manifestations of the seven deadly sins. With a richly textured laugh and infectious grin he invited the up-for-it crowd to partake in some seriously good audience participation on Invidia. With speed-defying rapping, the crowd responded eagerly with fervent cheers of appreciation and responsive shouts of the chorus line 'When will I be getting mine?'.

Throughout the performance he showcased his versatility to dazzling effect, seamlessly mixing jazz with hip hop with spoken narrative and blurring the boundaries. Being at one of his gigs is not just an exuberant musical journey, it is an education. A poetic and intelligent lyricist with a degree in Modern History from Oxford University, as a writer I learnt words that I am ashamed to say do not currently exist in my vocabulary. The Board Game got us all going again, as Kinch confidently navigated the crowd and divided us in two ready for a battle in song. One side was invited to 'imagine you are all really rich, fat cats' and shout out the line 'privatise the gains!'. I, fortunately, was a Proletariat who wanted to 'socialise the losses' and as we were invited to join in on his cue, he played the crowd off against each other to great vocal effect.

Traffic Lights had a mean bass and synth intro, mirroring the album version, and initiated further appreciative head-nodding from the trendy crowd upfront. Kinch is highly regarded as an improvising musician and having heard him showcase this particular talent a few months ago on Jazz FM, the main highlight of the gig for me was the freestyle rap. Kinch explained that for every single letter in 'Rich Mix', he needed a creative word from the audience to transform into an improvised piece. The crowd was willing, offering the most tongue-twisting, difficult-to-articulate-on-the-surface words they could think of. 'Razzmatazz!'. 'Ingenuity!' ('damn London people who come with special words for me', said Kinch good-naturedly). 'Christmas!' said someone, seasonally. 'Ho, Ho, Ho!' said another, appropriately. 'Indigo!', noted Kinch, was a Duke Ellington reference for all the Jazz aficionados. He effortlessly meshed all the words together and produced a brilliantly funny festive-themed rap.

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Better off Alone was the most vocal song of the performance with a catchy riff. With The Bounce, Kinch said to the crowd, 'if you want to dance, dance' and dance they did. A bit more liberally, buoyed up by the freestyling, the laughing and beer. The show concluded with The Healing and sadly, it was over too soon. Eric Lau, described beautifully by Kinch as 'a prolific beat making beast' closed the night.

At the end of the gig, I got to meet the great man himself who was unpretentious, self-deprecating and chatted about recently flying back from Martinique. He signed an impressive USB flash drive with two albums worth of music on it and even a video, no less. I was also fortunate to meet Moses Boyd, the drummer who was also charming and passionate about his work.

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With his performance, Kinch took us on an exciting journey of musical virtuosity and experimentation. One of his many notable skills is the ability to fuse fast-paced hip hop tracks with jazz-infused melodies with ease. Throw into the mix righteous political messages, formidable vocabulary and a great huge dollop of natural talent, plus added charisma and natural rapport with the audience, and you know you are onto a good thing.

Soweto Kinch, a thought-provoking and influential British artist and to the best of my knowledge, the only man who can freestyle using the word razzmatazz. If he can draw a greater and more varied audience into jazz then that is a job well done.

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I'm Going Bananas

Life, eh? What a little b*gger it can be sometimes.

As someone easily embarrassed and prone to calamity, I have experienced my fair share of humiliating minor gaffes. A recent little treat was this:

With tiredness reaching new and interesting levels, I arrived at my office one morning laden with bags, like a donkey, and thus unable to easily locate my security access pass. A kind man came to my rescue and once safely inside the building, I fumbled around in my Mary Poppins bag (one day I will pull out a hat stand) until I finally realised it was tucked safely into my jacket pocket. Feeling triumphant, I decided to take the lift instead of the stairs, taking a crazy diversion to my morning routine.

Said lift was jam-packed with bleary-eyed workers and as I was the last one in, lift-etiquette dictated that I was the one to kick off our upward journey using my pass to activate the sensor. I attempted this by bending my knees, awkwardly, and swiping my coat pocket across the sensor in the hope it would send us on our merry way. It didn't. I tried again. Nothing. In effect, I pelvic-thrusted the lift sensor, twice, in front of a group of strangers. Someone coughed nervously. Determined not to be beaten, I gave it one more thrust and finally we were on our way up, the uncomfortable silence now deafening.

As we ascended, I concentrated on looking serious, professional, meaning business in a kind of Melanie Griffiths-Working Girl manner. I glanced around the lift in exaggerated impatience at someone's very loud and irritating music, completely unaware that the tinny noise was in fact coming from my own iPhone headphones. It was I'm Going Bananas by Madonna, as featured on the Dick Tracy soundtrack. Which wasn't in the slightest bit embarrassing.

For those unfamiliar with this song, in my opinion, it's a fine piece of music. With a nod to Broadway and a slice of Spanish pop, inspired by the 1940s, it is chirpy, cheepy and makes me think of past car journeys with my parents and two sisters when we were kids and utterly obsessed with the Dick Tracy soundtrack. (Flashback: my Dad finally succumbing to the torture of having to listen to it on repeat 27 times and ejecting the cassette in desperate rage).

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The thing is, it's the kind of song you don't actually want anyone else to know you like. Or have purposely, actively downloaded. Especially as it was recorded in 1990. I only had to travel a single floor to reach my office, but I may as well have climbed the full length of The Shard. I couldn't bear anymore fumbling around to try to de-activate iTunes from my phone (hidden somewhere in the depths of bag), so instead Madonna went bananas and so did everyone else. After what seemed like an hour, we finally reached my floor where I ran to the safe cocoon of my office. Mortified.

It was here where I began to think about embarrassing songs we all secretly store on our playlists. Deeply personal, usually connected to an event or time in our life and accompanied by a heap of memories. We love them but know full well they should never should be given public exposure, certainly not in the workplace. My guilty pleasures include As Long as He Needs Me from the Oliver! Soundtrack - often wandering around London's charming back streets or Theatreland when I'm feeling particularly dramatic, I fancy myself as Nancy belting out the 'ell I've got my pride, AS LONG AS HE NEEDS ME! in all her cockney finery for nasty Bill Sikes - and Alone by Heart that amazing soft-rock classic from the 1980s where the lead singer never really cared until she met you. Utter brilliance.

Fortunately, some dignity has been restored by talking to my friends who confirm they too have some absolute corkers on their pods / pads / devices which they have cared to share with me.

Enjoy.
1. Hanson - MMMBop

It is 1997 again whenever I hear this song.

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2. Backstreet Boys - Quit Playing Games (With my Heart)

Backstreet's back, alright.

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3. Wham! - Wham Rap! (Enjoy What you Do?)

This song defies brilliance. The inclusion of Pepsi and Shirley is almost too much to handle.

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4. The Theme Tune to White Horses by JACKY with Jackie's Lee's

The friend who confessed to this also admitted alcohol may have been involved.

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5. Karyn White - Superwoman

Empowerment in one song.  I've got my pride, I will not cry.

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6. S Club 7 - Reach
Perky.

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7. Girls Aloud - Call the Shots
A fine, fine song. ooh ooh.

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8. Spice Girls - Say You'll Be There
Never ever ever will I get bored of this. Yeaaaaah I want you.

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9. Meat Loaf - Paradise by the Dashboard Light
Makes me want to be a teenager in 1950s America. Perhaps with a different driver.

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10. Alexander Rybak - Fairytale (Eurovision 2009)
Alexander is in love with a Fairytale. Even though it hurts.

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11. Celine Dion - Because You Loved Me
Robert Redford, Michelle Pfeiffer. Newsreaders. Love.

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12. Slade - Far Far Away
Lovely story to this one; it reminds the person of the birth of their first son and made him realise for the first time how much he missed his wife. Lovely.

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13. David Soul - Silver Lady

He won't run out on you again. Believe him.

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14. Dolly Parton - Jolene
No iPod is complete with Dolly. Essential listening.

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15. Salt n Pepa - Push it
There are no words to describe how much I wanted to be Spinderella when I was a child. None.

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16. Tony Christie feat. All Seeing I - Walk Like a Panther
I have never heard this song before. I find it a bit disturbing but thinking about the person makes me smile.

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An excellent selection, and definitely worthy of lift-exposure.

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Drawing the Stars - Andreya Triana

White LogoLast week on a brisk evening in London, I had the honour of reviewing the superbly talented Andreya Triana in residence at XOYO, Shoreditch for Jazz FM.

Triana is a singer-songwriter hailing from Brixton and began singing at an early age, influenced by the diverse sights and sounds around her. In 2007, she featured on the hugely popular Reset EP produced by hip hop pioneer Flying Lotus, with Tea Leaf Dancers showcasing her hypnotic voice to perfection. She has since collaborated with the likes of Mr Scruff on tracks including the infectious Here We Go and Bonobo (British producer, musician and DJ Simon Green) on the Black Sands album.

Her acclaimed debut album Lost Where I Belong, released in 2010, was produced by Bonobo and features the two working with live musicians and samples to create a classic yet contemporary sound. Fellow Ninja Tune singer and songwriter Fink (British singer, songwriter and producer Fin Greenall) co-wrote two tracks for the album - Lost Where I Belong and Far Closer. It is a charmingly raw and honest piece of music fusing a number of influences including soul and jazz and should feature on any self-respecting music fan's playlist.

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I discovered Triana at the monumental Jazz FM Love Supreme festival in July and have been listening on repeat ever since. So it was in the smoky, intimate space at XOYO that I had the chance to hear her live again. There was anticipated chatter in the air as the cool but amiable crowd nodded along to Mirror Signal, Triana's accomplished support act, who made waiting for the main lady very painless indeed.

At 9.15 pm sharp the lights suddenly lowered and in a flash she appeared, eyes closed, that unmistakably sultry voice singing her upcoming single Best is Yet to Come, so clearly, so melodically that the crowd were momentarily stunned into respectful silence. 'London!' she addressed the crowd boldly with her husky London accent and breaking the stillness, 'You gorgeous people!' and the gorgeous people laughed and held on to her every note.

On stage, Triana is charming and ebullient. Despite possessing a talent that surpasses anything else in the room, she makes you feel as though she is your best mate, someone you could genuinely hang out with and have a glass of wine or three. Two songs in, she declared with a cheeky grin that it was 'the time of the show where the shoes come off! I thought I'd last longer but I didn't...' and I admired her candour and self-deprecation, as I wiggled my toes in uncomfortably high boots.

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Triana has a unique style and strong creative identity and she illuminated the stage in a colourful marble print trouser suit from Topshop and print shirt from ASOS, paired with a huge orange ring. Her website finely exhibits that inimitable style – prints, beautifully opulent oversized necklaces, striking colours – as well as musical influences. Style and personality aside though, it is the music that enthrals. As resonant guitar chords opened the largely acoustic Changing Shapes of Love you could hear raw emotion and the intensity of her voice live is compelling. She dedicated Everything You Never Had to her Mum and affirmed her extensive vocal range, including a captivating subtlety that transforms her songs into something profoundly personal.

The set list seamlessly intertwined the old with the new including Not Today with a thumping drum beat and Lost Where I Belong, a personal favourite of mine, and clearly the crowd’s too given the excited reaction it received. This is a stunning track, with an instantly recognisable and infectious chorus and the audience joined in eagerly, substitute backing singers to her lead vocal. Even a colossal great crunch of ice from the bar couldn't spoil the moment; the unwanted disruption was handled with the typical charm and poise that Triana exudes at her live shows.

She performs with a loop pedal on stage to enhance and densely layer her vocals, used to amplifying effect on her cover of Sweet Dreams, and with strong vocal hooks, catchy guitar riffs, and reggae-influenced baselines her performance was a celebration of brilliant music.

Far too quickly, it was time for her to leave the stage but no, we did not want it to end thank you very much. We demanded an encore,  stomped our feet and clapped our hands in thunderous protest. Fortunately, she was teasing us as the best was yet to come. On her Lost Where I Belong album opener Draw the Stars, Triana was at her melodic best, with accompanying acoustic guitar and twinkling xylophone. Her cover of Alicia Keys' Not Even the King mesmerised the audience into gratified silence. 'It kills me' she said about the song and its emotive lyrics as couples smooched and potential couples sidestepped a bit closer, exchanging covert smiles. As she ended triumphantly with Far Closer, this was a job well and truly done. I got to meet the great lady at the end of the show and she was as beguiling, engaging and lovely in person as she is on stage.

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Triana is currently preparing new material for her second album (and potentially a preceding EP), much of which she has been previewing at her recent shows. Leaving XOYO and stepping out into the cool night air, I felt just like I did after seeing her perform at Love Supreme - excited to discover more of her material and keen to shout out about this talented, home-grown rising star.

So, now I'm shouting loudly. Go listen.

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Haim

We all do it, I'm sure. Daydream believe about what we would be in another lifetime, in a parallel universe far far away, to distract ourselves from the present. Me? A writer, hopefully. A chef? Unlikely. A rock chick? Oh yes, and if I could be in any band right now it would have to be Haim. 

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Haim (rhyming with 'time') are composed of three musically gifted sisters from California, Este, Danielle and Alana, and their drummer Dash Hutton. I first heard their music earlier this year when a few UK fashion magazines featured them and I listened to the infectious Falling on repeat. My friend Sharmayne was clever enough to catch them at Glastonbury on the Pyramid stage while I had to make do with listening to them on Radio 1 stuck on the A12, vicariously living it through her ears and our Facebook conversation. 

Haim's music is accomplished, with beautiful harmonies, '80s synths and blues guitars and has been described as 'music that sounds like it was written on a lakeside retreat attended by Stevie Nicks, John Waite and En Vogue' by The Guardian's Sam Wolfson. They released their debut EP, Forever, in 2012 to critical acclaim. They  have been a striking presence on the music scene for a while now; they were spotted at SXSW in 2012 and topped the BBC's Sound of 2013 list, but their anticipated debut album, Days Are Gone, was only released on Monday.

Oh, how I envy their endless flowing locks, their nod to Alannis Morrisette with a very on-trend 90s grunge feel and their hot Californian lifestyle. Haim look like they've had a scuffle with Urban Outfitters, Topshop and Acne and come out on top, unscathed with glossy hair and Ray-Bans intact. They're hipsters with the requisite attitude but have a self-deprecating, down- to-earth vibe that only adds to their appeal.

Haim have been voted the best new festival act of 2013 by NME. Check them out now before festival season rolls around again...

Days are Gone is out now on Polydor

 

I can watch a sunset on my own

Watching me like you never watch no one

Don't tell me that you didn't try and check out my bum 

Cause I know that you did

Cause your friend told me that you liked it. 

Any song whose opening lyrics include the word 'bum' and where the underpinning theme is heartbroken defiance rather than sentimental longing is a winner in my humble opinion. For those who are unacquainted with this piece of music, it's Merry Happy by Kate Nash and I think you should have a listen.

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Merry Happy was the fifth song from Nash's number one album Made of Bricks and was released in March 2008. Although not commercially successful, I loved it immediately. Listening to it now catapults me straight back to my time in Australia and gives me a bit of a funny feeling in my tummy, a combination of nostalgia, excitement and poignancy. At the end of 2007, I was a pale Pom wandering around Sydney aimlessly, dazzled by the sights, and trying to work where on earth I should begin my antipodean adventure. All the while missing Blighty quite a bit.

I purchased Made of Bricks with my first temp job pay and played it to death on a clunky, tinny CD player bought from Target. Clad in beautiful tea dresses and chunky heels and with a fiery flow of auburn hair, Nash's indie pop/rock/punk style really resonated with me. Her cockneyfied vocals, perky piano riffs and discernibly enunciated lyrics was like a home from home for me.  Her prose was chirpy and kooky, with references to cups of tea, CSI, mates who are fitter (and birds pooping on your head) and brought a taste of London Town to my little room in Darlinghurst.

I went to see Nash at Oxford Art Factory in Paddington, Sydney with my sister in the new year of 2008. She was engaging, hilarious and belted out some brilliant tunes.  However, a quick Google search will leave you in no doubt that Nash's work is not everyone's cup of tea, and  often polarises opinion.

Yet for those who've had their heart yanked out, stamped on and displayed for all to see either now or in a past life, then Merry Happy is the song for you. It's a great big potent tonic. It laughs in the face of heartbreak, of silly boys who muck you about and don't want to stick around. It piddles all over the belief that you are supposed to be a total wreck when you have been unceremoniously dumped and shows you that actually, you can  be quite alright, thank you. It persuades you to go away, find yourself, take a deep breath and laugh. Dance at discos, eat cheese on toast - do whatever you can to be, well, just you.

Listening to this song steadies me during wobbly moments, makes me smile, conjures up images of being alone somewhere far, far away on my own and not being in the least bit scared. It invigorates me and makes me feel I can do anything if I give it a bloody good go. It is defiance and hope with an accompanying piano and a cheeky grin.

Go find your sunset.

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Love Supreme Festival, Glynde Place, 5-7 July 2013

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This weekend me and Mr Material Whirl went to the inaugural Love Supreme Festival, Jazz FM's first foray into the festival scene with a boutique, greenfield experience. And what a debut it was. Set in the idyllic grounds of Glynde Place in East Sussex and sheltered comfortably by the glorious Sussex Downs, even the perfect weather couldn't top the impressive world-class bill that featured Gregory Porter, Chic, Soweto Kinch and Jools Holland to name a few. Which I will, later.

Friday night began very nicely with DJs Chris Philips and Jeff Young in The Arena with Jazz FM's now legendary club event Funky Sensation - we all had a bit of a dance to classic jazz, funk, disco and soul and looked giddily ahead to two days of music and festival capers. Pru Fiddy, who took the reins from Jeff, knew where we were coming from - she looked like she was absolutely loving it. A slight mix up with the festival shuttle bus on our part (err, there wasn't one until Saturday) meant a possible stranded-in-Glynde-situation but we carried on dancing regardless and jumped in a late taxi back to Brighton with some other poor souls who hadn't planned properly either. No mind, we were tipsy and happy and the music was already working its magic.

Festival proceedings were kicked off good and proper on Saturday as the sun beat down fiercely on Glynde giving everything a gorgeous sienna glow. The vibe was friendly and up for it and the multi-age crowd smart but unpretentious. The ubiquitous festival food stalls were there (I had a pie every night. Yep, that's three pies) and some great vintage clothes stalls and record and book stores when we fancied a wander in between tunes.

Naturally, festival style fascinates me and Love Supreme gave good fashion-off. It was a real mixed bag; my favourites being festival brights, neon lips and plaited hair and some beautiful vintage skirts, African prints and sawn-off denim shorts with Navajo boots.

But ultimately we were there for the music and as expected from Jazz FM, it didn't disappoint bringing us a celebration of inspirational sounds. The line up included a dazzling selection of US artists and homegrown British talent that held its own amongst the big jazz guns. Highlights for me included the soulful singer-songwriter Michael Kiwanuka, and Chic with Nile Rodgers, resplendent in white suit, and who blessed the crowd with a steady flow of iconic disco classics. Gregory Porter's gorgeously honeyed voice and super tight band deeply wowed us and the rest of the crowd, with a set that effortlessly combined the exquisite mellow sounds of 'Be Good (Lion's Song)' with the glorious '1960 What?' that had the loyal crowd shouting back to the great man 'Ain't no need for moon light...' with fervour. Sadly we couldn't get in to the Big Top to see Courtney Pine as he was too popular and it was too squished but we caught the end of Soweto Kinch who had the crowd of all ages up on their feet.

Surprises for me were Charles Bradley & His Extraordinaires and the stunning self-taught singer-songwriter from London, Andreya Triana, who performed a beautifully raw and classy set to a packed Arena in killer print top and trousers. Woozy on her incredible voice and liberal after a few pints of crisp sun-drenched cider, my husband yelled out 'You're f**king amazing!' to which she endearingly responded 'You're bleeping cool too, dude!' and we all laughed and got lost in the hypnotic music.

The most memorable bit, arguably after a few more ciders (there is a theme here), was the Grand Marnier Hidden Charm secret space. Jools Holland and His Rhythm & Blues Orchestra were doing what they do best and putting on a fine show with special guests including Gregory Porter and Roland Gift, but we were in need of another refreshment. Love Supreme promised that behind the elegant Parisian facade, a land of flamboyant characters, delightful drinking, music & joie de vie awaited us... and as we stumbled in we weren't disappointed - wow, what a way to end a cracking festival. The cocktails were indeed delightful, bar staff flamboyant but super friendly and the music supplied by DJ NoisseS was outstanding. He played an exquisite set fusing a multitude of sub-genres including hip hop, soul, reggae, funk, jazz and ska. Skilfully mixing The Notorious B.I.G., Musical Youth, Tom Jones and DJ Zinc to extraordinary effect, this was for music lovers of all ages and preferences. Incredible.

Sadly, the sun had to go down on Love Supreme's debut, and we made our back to London reluctantly and not really ready to leave (although my body cannot take any more booze or food consumed from a box for at least a few weeks). John Fordham writes in The Guardian that 'promoters Jazz FM and their partners may find they have invented the British jazz world's Glastonbury' and so if it that's the case I'm glad I was there to experience what I hope will be the first of many more to come. As Chic say, these are the good times.

 

Jazz FM's Love Supreme Festival was held at Glynde Place from 5-7 July 2013
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Coachella Dreaming

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Oh, Coachella, you tease.

How you tempt me from the bright screen of my iPad and from the sun-filtered travel page of this weeks' Stylist magazine (via Anita Bhagwandas' envy-inducing review). It is spring here in the UK, but us poor British lambs could be mistaken for thinking that we are in the depths of sludgy winter. I am tired, still a bit chilly at night and desperate to wear coral tones, skirts without tights and Sophia Webster sandals. Instead, it's more M&S black opaques.

Mostly, I just want to be at Coachella - hedonistic and hot in the desert, drinking cocktails and California dreaming. Palm Springs' famous music and arts festival, less than a 2-hour drive from downtown LA, has fascinated me for some time now. Not just for its eminent line up and cool crowd packed with the who's who of the music and film world (oh, hi Beyoncé and Jay-Z) , but because as Anita rightly points out it is where fashion trends are born and where I always look for inspiration in advance of my own UK summer festival schedule.

This year's line up is dominated by the Brits - Alt-J, Blur, The Stone Roses, Biffy Clyro (who Material Whirl recently saw live in London and would like to see again) and Ben Howard to name but a few. Add a huge dollop of warm sunshine, fruity drinks, Coachella Safari Tents (exclusive fully furnished Shakir style tents with aircon, access to restrooms and showers and breakfast/late night snacks to name a few benefits) and I imagine it to be the chicest, dreamiest, trendiest festival I've never been to.

lineup-poster.originalI am very excited to see what trends the festival will set this year -  here's my favourite classic Coachella looks to date, with Solange being a definite favourite.

In a moment of giddiness after being spurted up from the Victoria Line this morning, I announced on Facebook that I really, really want to go to Coachella if anyone wants to take me and thanked my friends in advance. No one has responded to date.

I'm still up for it.

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My first name ain't baby, it's Janet, Miss Jackson if you're nasty

Anyone born in the 1990s is probably looking at the title of this blog post rather blankly right now. Blinking politely and swiping the screen and moving on with disinterest, searching for a post about clothes, or London. Or something.

Some, however, will feel a smile begin to creep slowly over their face. Find themselves sitting up in their chair just a little bit straighter. Tapping Nasty furiously into their Spotify search box and turning the volume up just a little too loudly for a Sunday evening. Ferocious shoulder popping and determined head nodding may occur, followed by an energetic dance routine around the living room that causes noticeable perspiration.

Well, hello there. I see you too are partial to a bit of Janet - Miss Jackson if you're nasty.

My love for Janet began at an early age when I purchased my first album of hers on cassette tape (from Our Price, with voucher). Control, with its recognisable pillarbox red cover - Janet in jaunty-black-blazer-and-leather glove-combo and side pony tail accentuated with an arty gold squiggle - never left my Walkman and ensured I made full use of the autoreverse feature. I didn't have a bloody clue what 'Cause it's all about Control. And I've got lots of it' meant, but as long as the power of her music reached my ears through spongy, orange headphones, I didn't care.

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Ultimately, Janet belted out smashing tracks that hold their own on any iPod in 2013 - nasty grooves, synth-pop and pulsating dance rhythms. Control is a slice of delicious 1980s R&B flavoured with a sprinkle of pop and is produced by the legendary Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis. There's not a dud song on it. What Have You Done for Me Lately (ooo ooo ooo ooooo YEAH) still makes me smile and feel perplexed that someone as majestic as Janet would even allow those dancing feet anywhere near her couch.

Nasty was the song that made me furious and empowered - and want to dance. Give me a beat! screamed Janet as she reassured me that it absolutely was not OK to be disrespected by nasty boys. Let's Wait Awhile is in effect an innocent love song that tackles sexual abstinence, but I cannot listen to it without thinking of my big sister Jo and our friend Kelly in a home video, crooning seriously into the camera with hairbrush-microphones, hair gelled to the side and accompanying finger clicks - and laughing until my belly hurts. To protect their dignity, I shall not post this video here.

VIDEOS

Speaking of which, there's no doubt that Janet made truly classic music videos - phew, could she dance. One of my all time favourites has to be When I Think of You. Watch and learn confident young starlets of today. Firstly, ensure it's choreographed by Paula Abdul, her of Straight Up fame (and later very embarrassing on X Factor). Set it in a colourful neighbourhood where everyone - street sweepers, drunks, police officers, random people reading newspapers and small children - can dance, proper FAME style. Style it with spectacular outfits from the 1980s - tight stonewash double denim, tight vests, flippy dresses and waistcoats all with very large earrings.

You're the lead singer? Well, team an oversized shoulder-padded blazer with a corset, gloves and superfluous jewellery and ensure that your hair is by far the biggest thing in the video. Run aimlessly from room to room looking utterly gorgeous, slide down staircases and smile at waiters. Walk purposefully through the streets, occasionally falling meticulously in line with your chums, and sailors, to dance. Finally, make a fire hydrant burst dramatically and for no apparent reason and proceed to perform an amazing choreographed routine in the jet of water - ensure that arm circling, hip wiggling and shoulder slamming are in time to the music. THAT is how you make a pop video.

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FASHION

Janet made me fall in love with fashion. She knew how to pair a baroque blazer with a flamboyant patterned shirt done right up to the top button and oversize earrings. She had HUGE hair that no scrunchie was ever going to hold. If it didn't have a shoulder pad, she wasn't interested. Gloves were not for keeping her hands warm, they were for FASHION. Do not even get me started on the Rhythm Nation era! Oh, that long-sleeved military jacket adorned with silver buttons and badges. The strength of the embellished baseball cap is breathtaking. Talk a walk through Shoreditch and you can bet your life there's a Janet influence right before your very eyes. In fact, I'd bet the oversized '80s shirt I'm wearing on it.

So, having a bad day? Feeling a bit miffed with someone or something? Been disrespected by a Nasty boy? Listen to the feminist catchphrase that is 'No my first name ain't baby, it's Janet, Miss Jackson if you're nasty' and stand up tall - mean business. Wear something gaudy, splashy and with shoulder pads. Dance. A lot.

Take Control. Janet style.

Janet Jackson - Nasty