from:
http://www.palmbeachpost.com/blogs/content...full_peace.html"Soulfull": Peace, Love, Soul and Drama!
I think that the inaugural Soulfull Saturday Festival proved three very important things:
- There are local soul and R&B fans who will come downtown and support a festival like this;
- That music, as Madonna said, makes the people come together;
- That just because West Palm is still establishing itself as an entertainment center doesn't mean the powers-that-be won't cut off a sistah off when she runs over time, even when that sistah is a big ol' star. And that's a good thing.
The sistah in question, of course, in Miss Lauryn Hill, who, as you probably know by now, completely missed her scheduled start time between india.arie and The Roots, and wound up performing a very short set right before luminous headliner Al Green. There is still no official word as to what the delay was - all I know is that up until that point, the show had been running shockingly on time, and that Hill's band was all set up and ready to go.
Where they went, unfortunately, was backstage, because Hill didn't go on. The City of West Palm Beach agreed to extend the show past the 11 p.m. curfew so that she and Green could both perform. By the time she did hit the stage, after The Roots lifted the crowd on a wave of jazz-inflected hip-hop, I think the overwhelming attitude in the audience seemed to be "OK, you're here. Show us something,"
She should have been amazing. I say this as a huge Lauryn Hill fan, who in the '90s internalized her music and her emotionally pourous voice, her confessional, proud lyrics, her natural hair and the beautiful soul that seemed to be flashing through her large, sad eyes. She, Erykah Badu, and india.arie, were the Holy Union of Sistahs to me, who told the young girls and the world that they were enough - their strength, broad noses, full lips and whatever their hair was doing at the time. My 'fro and I thank them.
But in the end last night, she was just OK. Maybe I feel that way because I'd been sitting around watching the very patient crowd hang around through the old school party that DJ Irie threw down while Hill's band's instruments were taken down and The Roots' were set up. But Hill just came on and started singing, with nary an explanation as to what had happened. Her voice sounded OK - the best song was the lovely "To Zion," about her son. And the crowd seemed with her - to a point. But there was an expectation of something wonderful to justify the wait. And that did not happen in her set.
Well, that's not true. Something sort of wonderful, in a dramatic sense, happened. The band swung up the gorgeous horns for "That Thing," my favorite Lauryn Hill song. And it's funny, because as she began to sing, her voice was the strongest it had been all night. But as she started the first verse, there was a...sudden interuption of sound system. Nobody would officially confirm what happened, or who gave the order to cut the system, but it's assumed that she'd been given a certain time limit, and when she exceeded it, it was over.
But she kept singing - someone in the front row said they believe Hill didn't initially realize that the sound was cut. I don't believe that. Not long before that point, she'd told the crowd that "they're gonna cut me off," and that to blame whoever was doing the cutting, not her. I don't think that's a fair statement. She was late, for whatever reason, and the City was keeping the party going extra-late because of it. If they had to cut her, they did. And as much as I would have loved to have heard "That Thing," that thing they did was the right thing.
First of all, that cleared the way for Al Green (more on him in the next post). Second, it showed that the city and the promoters are serious. They can get first-rate talent. And they're gonna put on a first-rate show, respectful of the fans and the residents, no matter what. Outstanding.
Do it again.