Chapman, Where You Live
I first heard Tracy
Chapman when she was busking in Harvard Square in the mid ’80s. Ronald
Reagan was in office and here was this little woman with a big guitar
singing about domestic abuse and poverty. She obviously wasn’t buying
into trickle-down economics.
Over the years, Chapman
has been in and out of popularity and she’s gotten a little more
polished, but her message has stayed the same. Sure, she drives a black
Mercedes these days but I’m betting Bruce Springsteen, hero to the
working man, has two.
The new album, Where
You Live, feels like a return to Chapman’s street performer days; for
the most part it’s just her and an acoustic guitar. My favorite track on
the disc has to be “America,” which waxes on the United States’ tendency
of taking what does not belong to us, from Columbus to the present day.
“Talk to You,” written to a lover who is leaving (or dying?), would be a