Alice in Wonderland

Candid Camera: Alice Smith @ SummerStage '06

I was first introduced to the wonderful voice of Alice Smith back in 2006, while working for amNY newspaper. While rummaging through the freebies bin, I came across an advanced copy of her debut, For Lovers, Dreamers and Me and instantly fell in love with the songs “Do I”, “Dream”, and “Woodstock.” I preached to the choir about her grace and poise as a performer, which balanced out her soulfully gritty voice–you know, the kind of voice that can transcend heartache pain and pleasure at once? She gave me chills and I liked it.

Still riding on my A. Smith high, I was elated to see her open up for Goapele at NYC’s Summerstage that summer and watching her perform was the most amazing thing I have ever witnessed. It was better than watching M.I.A. (whom I had seen the previous summer) and eating a basketful of brownies topped with ice cream after smoking some of the best Hawaiian Gold. She didn’t even have to move or do any fancy antics: her voice alone made the show. Since then, I have never stopped craving for some more Alice.

So I guess, in essence,  what this post really is is an open letter to the wonderfully talented Ms. Smith:

Dear Alice,

Girl, the music world is wounded and bleeding and only you have the medicine to help heal it.

Please drop another album soon!

Your Biggest Fan,

Miss G

PS: Hey, Goapele, don’t think we haven’t noticed your absence as well.

Check out Alice’s performance at Joe’s Pub NYC last May. I dare you to disagree!