I Never Thought I’d See the Day.

Givin' up the 50-year-old skinny (but sexy) back.

I wrote in yesterday’s post:

Thankful Living Colour is still around because The Chair in the Doorway kicks maximum ass.  Now would someone please nudge Sade and tell her to get on the stick?  (11-26-09)

Oops.  Spoke too soon.  Damn,  guess I should have said something sooner.

Sade is making music again. The soulful English group fronted by 50-year-old singer Sade Adu will release a new album Feb. 8, according to Epic Records. “Soldier of Love” will be the group’s first studio album since 2000’s “Lovers Rock.” All five of Sade’s studio albums have landed in the Top 10 on the Billboard Top 200, selling more than 50 million copies worldwide.

“Soldier of Love” was recorded in England and produced by the band and longtime collaborator Mike Pela.

Nine years to record a new album?   Nine years????!!!  I know a little something about writer’s block, but that’s going to some ridiculous extremes. 

Since 2001,  I’ve  been blaming my daughter for Sade disappearing from the public eye.   The last time I heard a peep out of Sade was at a concert on September 10, 2001.   I accused Imani of following the orders of her Al Qaeda masters to stalk Sade, kill Sade and hide Sade’s body.   Sure, she was only eight years old at the time, but everyone knows girls mature faster.  

Now I figure instead of killing Sade, Imani just wounded her and she’s been recovering ever since. 

Imani asked me, “What if the album’s no good?”

No good? 

Man, after waiting almost a decade, WHO CARES if the album’s no good?  I didn’t think  Lovers Rock was as good as Love Deluxe, but there was an eight year wait between the two, so by the time Sade puts out some new stuff the fans are starved for a fix.  It won’t matter if she starts yodeling on Soldier of Love.  The hardcore faithful (like me) won’t give a damn.  We’re gonna buy it and play it to death anyway.

As a music critic usually I’m cooly dispassionate about the 90 percent material I review.  The other ten percent as soon as I see who the artist is, even before I hear it, I know I’m going to love it or hate it.    I can be the cool, consumate professional.  When it comes to Sade all that shit goes out the window.   I’m a total fan. For her I break out the poms-poms because I’m a straight-up Sade cheerleader.    There’s a few musicians Iget that way for.  Santana and Keiko Matsui come to mind but not to the degree I am for Sade.

Maybe it’s because she’s so smokin’ hot.   Maybe it’s because I can’t help but respect an artist who doesn’t follow trends, isn’t a media whore and never wasted the time of her fans by crapping out albums just to make a buck. 

I have a short list of possible subjects whom I would feel somewhat intimidated by if I ever had the opportunity to interview.   Colin Powell, Bill Cosby, Toni Morrison and Prince all make the short list.  Sade does to, but only because I would be so nervous I might say something so brain dead she got bored or offended. 

Oh well.  Now I have another reason to keep hitting  the gym.  I need to be healthy and well-rested on February 8.