Songs may be timeless, but musical production is all too much of its time. In this third volume of principally acoustic re-recordings, Suzanne Vega again restores to pristine, contemporary state the next quarter of her 25 year creative output.
If you have already listened to Volumes I and II, then just order this and get on with enjoying it. The beautifully proximate sound, the emptied accompaniments, the attention to clarity and detail is all here. By comparison, the original versions seem to be very much of their time.
If you haven't listened to Volumes I and II, then you may be wondering why you would want to invest in a 're-record'. But this is no ordinary re-record. There were four amazing things about Suzanne Vega's work. First the songs themselves, which open up vistas rarely seen in any kind of music. Then there's the collaborations with other musicians. Then there's the marvellously articulated bright, wintery guitar work. And finally there's her voice -- at its best when it's just on this side of break-up, giving an unforgettably intimate interpretation to the songs.
All of these were present in the earlier albums, but they were all to some extent masked. The vocals were softened a little by the 1980s production (though it was very clean for its time) of the original self-titled album. Orchestrations began to encroach from the second, masking the distinctive guitar work.
In all three of the close-up albums released thus far, everything but these four elements has been stripped away, matched with an in incredibly close, intimate, principally acoustic sound. Where other instruments are present -- such as the bass on Blood Makes Noise -- the other musician(s) are allowed their own distinctive voices, and what emerges reveals more clearly than ever before how playing with Vega inspires others.
I love every song on this album -- including songs such as My Favorite Plum and Pornographer's Dream which I didn't 'get' the first time around. However, the stand-outs for me are 50-50 Chance -- where the slightly lush strings of the Days of Open Hand version have been replaced with a more discordant arrangement where you can almost hear the rosin on the bow -- Undertow, and, achingly clear, Cracking, which was the first song on the first album, and the first Vega track I ever heard. The new song, Instant of the Hour After, written as part of her recent play Carson McCullers Talks About Love, is also pretty amazing, and reveals one final thing: in polishing her old work to perfection, Suzanne Vega has not lost her touch for the compelling lyric.
Oh, go on, just order the CD!