Alison Moyet All Cried Out

All Cried Out

Alison Moyet


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Let's stay with the 1984 album, Alph
And track two, which is "All Cried Out"
I'm just gonna check, are all the vocals for Kie, brand new?
Yes, 'cause your voice sounds every
Bit as impressive as it did originally
And probably better, yes, I meant to say that as well
And not just because, you know, I work for you, it's true
Well, you know, it's a funny thing, 'cause it's like, you know, my age
Every single time I go on tour, every single time I go in studio
I start with the, "Oh, I might not be able to sing this year"
You know, 'cause that's gonna happen, you know what I mean?
Well, of course, it's gonna happen
So it's like, it's not until I'm in that
Situation that I find, "Oh, it's okay"
You know, I can still do it, and then
One day I won't, and then I'll stop
So anyway, yeah, you were saying?
When the song's like a bonafide classic like "All Cried Out"
And one that you've done throughout your career as well
It's one that you've still had, you've related to the lyrics of
How does that affect you approaching a reworking?
I mean, I find the best known songs the hardest ones to do
And you know, "All Cried Out" is interesting because we've reworked it
Several times over the course of my being in the Moyet band
So I joined the band in 2013, when
John Gardiner was the musical director
And so we had quite a different version of "All Cried Out" then
It was more like a sort of, almost
Like a waltz time thing in the verses
It had more of that feel to it
And then it gradually evolved over time
And we would change the programming, and change the programming
And change the programming
So having been through that process, there was a slight sense of like
"Oh God, what do I do now?"
'Cause you still need to have some fealty to the original
But it needed to be its own beast
One thing I think that we have done very effectively over the years
Doing this live is sorted the structure out
'Cause if there is one thing that the Alph album's guilty of
It's of like, slightly wayward song structures
Things go on for like a long time
And it's like, "Guys, can you, you know
Get the scissors out a little bit?"
Except for, you know, you have to understand that this was at a time
When I was kind of hot property
And the record companies were desperate to get this, you know
They were pulling this album out of my hands
Which is why we only got nine tracks
So maybe it was a way of them, you know, giving it a bit more time
Maximising value
Yeah, just getting enough minutes on the album, yeah
But I felt like the structure that we've gotten it down to live
Is sort of, the sort of platonic ideal
Of how "All Cried Out" should sound
So then it was just a case of, well, now what do you do?
And I struggled with this one slightly
So, I built it up from the bottom
So I put some drum loops against the vocal
'Cause I worked on this with vocals
That I basically ripped from the original tracks
And sort of time-stretched to get them into the tempo I wanted
And I just started with, I did an unusual thing with this
Was I started just layering percussion loops and things
To get an idea of where the groove should go
And then once I had that, that sort of gave me an in
And then it was just always, always back to the synthesizers
It's always the programming
I mean, one thing is that I don't think I'm even
In like the top 10,000 synthesizer
Programmers in the world or anything
I dispute that fact
But I think it's really, one thing that bothers me
About the modern process of music making is
It's sort of like an advanced process of bricolage
Where you just have, you know
An infinite choice of pre-prepared drum loops
And an infinite choice of pre-programmed synth sounds
And if you lock them all together in the right way
You get a sort of simulacrum of a song
And I'm not saying that's a bad thing
I think the democratization of that technology is not a bad thing
I do think that it often lacks personality
So one thing with me on this record is that every single synth sound
Apart from one sound on "Love Resurrection"
I made it myself, I programmed it myself
That may have taken me two minutes
It may have taken me a couple of hours, but every sound is me
Because it's an, making those sounds
In the same way that a guitarist feel on the fretboard
Is an extension of their voice
You know, what I do with my hands on the synthesizer
Is an extension of my voice, and I wanted that to be really clear
And I wanted it to feel like effort and time had gone in
To make sure that you could feel that personality
In all of the songs on Kie
And so with "All Cried Out", once I had that rhythm track in place
It was just a question of building the synth sounds around it
And that sort of, coming up with the
Parts and coming up with the sound
They dovetailed together into a sort of blurry process
That's hard to separate one from the other
And then all we needed to do was get a great vocal on it
Which obviously, you didn't struggle with
Having sung this one so beautifully so many times over the years
Well, it gets into the muscle memory
But I have to stop you there and ask you what a simulacrum is
A simulacrum, like a kind of
It feels like the real thing, but it isn't really
It's like something that looks like
Sounds like, feels like, but isn't
Okay, yeah, no, it is one of those songs
That is firmly embedded in terms of muscle memory
It is one of the songs that I have managed
To find a way of staying engaged with
It's a, you know, a universal message
And it's kind of physically quite pleasurable to sing
Now that I've dropped the key, because again
It suffered in, for me, as an act of pleasure
In the early key, because it was all designed to have me screeching
And yeah, just to be grating the sound
You know, which I'm not really into
Has this one changed key?
Yeah, oh yeah, it would have changed key before you came in
Hasn't it?
I'm not sure it has, you know
Don't you think?
No, I have a feeling, don't quote me on this
I have a feeling it's in the same key as the record
Oh, shock or error, I'm not just singing down an octave
Might be the, I might be doing
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Авторы: Tony Swain, Steve Jolley, Alison Moyet Copyright: Mega Music Ltd, Mega Music Limited


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