THE WOMEN OF MY LIFE
REVIEW BY DAV FRANKLIN
No one lives their life in isolation. We are all, to some degree, the product of those around us, their influences and advice, their nurturing and love. And this is never more true than when we look at the women that we share our lives with.
Andrew Clendenen began writing what he thought would be a tribute to his mother but then realised that the sentiments he wanted to capture in the song applied to all the women close to him—of course his mother, but also his wife, daughter, granddaughter, and daughter-in-law. And, if there was a better reason to write a song, you would need a compelling argument to convince me.
The Women of My Life is a pure celebration of the qualities and commitments, love and guidance those women have provided for him, and whilst this song comes from the most personal of places, it is written in such a way that it is totally and universally relatable.
We know that Andrew can groove with the best of them, that he is at home firing off bluesy salvos, country licks, rock riffs, and poised pop contagion, but here, like all great artists, he cuts the sonic cloth to match the musical design. The result is a spacious and atmospheric, piano-driven ballad. (Driving isn’t exactly the right word, as the song seems to float and drift rather than appear to be more solid and structured.)
As the song progresses towards its final destination, it moves through various sonic seasons—the early understatement, the warm and welcoming guitar passages, the final ornate, classical inclusions, and the fleeting and final fade away.
Songs can be many things: poetic, graceful, purposeful, celebratory, heartfelt, poised, elegant, or eloquent. Rarely are they all of these things simultaneously, but The Women of My Life surely is.
REVIEW BY DAV FRANKLIN
No one lives their life in isolation. We are all, to some degree, the product of those around us, their influences and advice, their nurturing and love. And this is never more true than when we look at the women that we share our lives with.
Andrew Clendenen began writing what he thought would be a tribute to his mother but then realised that the sentiments he wanted to capture in the song applied to all the women close to him—of course his mother, but also his wife, daughter, granddaughter, and daughter-in-law. And, if there was a better reason to write a song, you would need a compelling argument to convince me.
The Women of My Life is a pure celebration of the qualities and commitments, love and guidance those women have provided for him, and whilst this song comes from the most personal of places, it is written in such a way that it is totally and universally relatable.
We know that Andrew can groove with the best of them, that he is at home firing off bluesy salvos, country licks, rock riffs, and poised pop contagion, but here, like all great artists, he cuts the sonic cloth to match the musical design. The result is a spacious and atmospheric, piano-driven ballad. (Driving isn’t exactly the right word, as the song seems to float and drift rather than appear to be more solid and structured.)
As the song progresses towards its final destination, it moves through various sonic seasons—the early understatement, the warm and welcoming guitar passages, the final ornate, classical inclusions, and the fleeting and final fade away.
Songs can be many things: poetic, graceful, purposeful, celebratory, heartfelt, poised, elegant, or eloquent. Rarely are they all of these things simultaneously, but The Women of My Life surely is.
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