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I'm not the only homosexual who feels this way. Although she's
regarded in England as a national treasure with connections to both
lesbian and gay culture that go beyond even Madonna's, her status in
America is much like Laura Nyro's: Everyone of a certain age knows
"I Only Want to Be With You," "The Look of Love," "Son of a Preacher
Man," yet those who go beyond the hits are rewarded with a body of
work that spans decades, moods, musical eras. When she connects with
material and musicians her caliber - whether it's Burt Bacharach, R&B
studio giants like Arif Mardin and Thom Bell, or the Pet Shop Boys -
the result is pop music with all the complexity and timelessness of
high art.
The fact that Aretha first turned down "Son of a Preacher Man,"
reconsidered when she heard what the English girl did with her Memphis
crew, and still couldn't top Dusty's delirious delivery says it
all.
In case you think I'm laying it on too thick, consider the splendors of
this three-CD boxed set. Because of complex licensing arrangements,
Dusty hasn't been able to have any kind of greatest-hits album in
America for the last 30 years, and her U.K. box was an impossibly
limited edition. But the result is well worth the wait. The selection
and sequencing rarely falters, liner notes are both personable and
informative, and the packaging is generous with bouffant-intensive,
eyeliner-iffic photos that are marvelously melodramatic and capture the
icon's glamour and grandeur at her peak of excessive elegance.
Starting with her early folky incarnation as one third of the Springfields,
switching swiftly to her symphonic Anglo-American pop period, moving on
to her unabashed R&B epoch, touching upon her mixed-bag late-'70s era,
and rallying with her self-referential '80s rediscovery, the collection
captures nearly all of Dusty's many shades. Although the third disc overlooks
her classy but unjustly rare disco excursions in favor of two or three
too many adult-contemporary indulgences, this monument to a monumental
talent triumphs where most collections spanning nearly four hours flouder.
While remaining incredibly true to her own sensibility and spirit, no
other singer has as effortlessly proven that soul is not a matter of
color or nationality but of feeling. Dusty knows not just the look of
love but also its essence.
Barry Walters
The Advocate, September 16, 1997