MUSIC AND VOICE

 

SOFIA LAITI OR THE MOST UNUSUAL AND INTELLIGENT CABARET SINGER IN THE BUSINESS.

There are three thousands ways to review a musical piece  and three thousands and one to critique a singer. Each review is different, because critics themselves are different, even different from the very fabric that constitutes their persona. And thus, the avalanche of reviews embraces and amalgams part or parts of the personality of the artist, subject of the review. In other others, do not ALWAYS believe the critics. This would not happen upon reviewing Sofia Laiti's  CD "You Don't Know Me" . For, I listened to her songs, as if I were   the only person in the audience  looking at, listening at Sofia Laiti,  and trying to grab in my palm, the shadows and lights, this most unusual singer paints in her voice. Lights, because Laiti's voice is happy. It does not sink your soul in a melancholic mood. Even thought, cabaret implores such distress and morose imagery. Shadows, because Laiti's voice is the truthful echo of the Cabaret Noire, the human drama,  the aura of Mata Hari-esc and the remembrance of the early intellectuo-sensual cafe cabaret of Montmartre.  Critics have tendency to use cliché words, such as " silky voice", "crystal clear voice", "perfect pitch",  "sultry voice", "husky voice", "perfect phrasing".

SOFIA LAITI IS CABARET ITSELF!

Thus, they become banal and boring. And consequently, the artist's very inner world, soul and transparent unity with her or his world fade away. Especially, when you come across a "Laiti Voice". This woman can sing! This woman can tell you the whole damned story of your life in two lines. For, her voice is abundant with feelings, intelligence, sweet-bitter affection, drama, le risqué , a sinfully beautiful cadence and forbidden nostalgia. We go to cabaret, to fantasize, to forget our world or to invent a new one. We go to cabaret, to have fun, to have a drink, to look at women, to mingle with men,  to dance with strangers, to meet somebody, to tell stories, to enjoy our lies or pour a few drops of adventure in our drink, etc...Also, we go to cabaret, to sense and to reoccupy a part of our existence, as if this part is an abandoned apartment in a mysterious and cold alley in Chicago, on Rue Le Pic, or lost between Broadway and the screams of a train....If the cabaret artist succeeds to evoke and create  in us those memories, feelings and escapades, then the artist has managed to project on stage the meaningful part of our lives. For, Cabaret is life itself.

 

 

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