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Release date: Feb 9, 2010








Album reviews:


http://www.telegraph.co.u...eview.html

http://allhiphop.com/stor...18330.aspx

http://blogs.chron.com/pe.../sade.html

http://www.boston.com/ae/...fort_zone/


http://www.freep.com/arti...y-new-disc

http://www.philly.com/phi...33467.html

http://www.ft.com/cms/s/a...ab49a.html

http://www.latimes.com/en....storylink
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Just a picture from one of the review sites.

I came across this today:

At Long Last, Sade Is Back
'Soldier of Love' doesn't pander to current trends

By JIM FUSILLI
In "Soldier of Love" (Sony), its first new disc in a decade, the British band Sade adds to its reputation for making music that's supple, sensual and pensive. Throughout the 10 tracks, Sade Adu's voice floats over a light, meticulously rendered jazzy pop mix. Much like Sade's previous albums, which have sold more than 17 million copies world-wide, "Soldier of Love" doesn't pander to current trends. It presents itself and allows us to nestle in. Once we do, it seems like only yesterday that we last welcomed these old friends.

It didn't seem like a decade to the quartet's members either, said Andrew Hale, who plays keyboards and contributes to composing the music. When we spoke by phone recently, in advance of the album's Feb. 9 release, he told me they spent a while in the studio reconnecting after their long hiatus. "To be honest, we were catching up," said Mr. Hale. "In the beginning, it felt like a four-week holiday with best friends."



Sade Adu, the band's lead singer.
But much has changed in the past 10 years in how pop records are made. On their 2000 album "Lovers Rock," Mr. Hale was listed as responsible for programming, which more or less meant he had expertise in digital recording and editing. Now just about every modern musician knows how to record digitally. "Programming seems like such a superficial word now," he said, adding that he and guitarist Stuart Matthewman arrived with songs stored in their laptops. But the band, which also includes bassist Paul Denman, came in with no expectations of what "Soldier of Love" ought to sound like.

"I like the idea of a blank canvas," Mr. Hale said. "There's a dynamic among us. We understand the connection and we deal with that."

In the studio, the quartet played until it found its groove and the music began to take form. "It's the result of four people who know each other intimately," he said. "We'd get something down, then chop and change. We'd find fragments we kept going back to. For a while, we were feeling guilty about being fairly unfocused." (See www.sade.com for a video on the making of the album and to hear several tracks.)

Much of the music on "Solider of Love," and the Nigerian-born Ms. Adu's unmistakable voice, which is both earthy and angelic, immediately evoke memories of the band's earlier works. The opening track, "The Moon and the Sky," rises from a slinky guitar and crisp percussion that support Ms. Adu's gentle yet assertive vocal. Similarly, "Skin" features Ms. Adu's multitracked voice over a plucky electric guitar and behind-the-beat percussion.

But the band toys with the formula. The title track is built on jabbing synth strings and a military drum cadence. "Be That Easy" has a country lilt, and "In Another Time" is an old-fashioned soul stroll with gorgeous, unexpected changes. "Babyfather" has a reggae feel, a familiar touchstone in the band's music, but it's sweetened by a touch of country-soul guitar and a choir comprising Ms. Adu's daughter and Mr. Matthewman's son. Dissonance is a stranger to Sade's music, but amid the sweetness emerges the occasional raspy guitar or haunting chord on electric keyboards.

"We always wanted to make music with a certain rawness. We're described as slick, but there's not a conscious effort to be smooth," Mr. Hale said, adding that on the new album, "There's a sonic quality that's crisp and crunchy. Even when things can be quite regimented, they can be softened or darkened."

In their 27th year together, the members of Sade understand their role is to provide alluring support under Ms. Adu and not draw attention to their skills. "Anything that feels like it's coming from technical prowess, we tend to shy away from that," Mr. Hale said. "We like the 'less is more' approach."

Ms. Adu came to the sessions with notebooks filled with lyrics, Mr. Hale told me. The group has a reputation for its lights-down-low romantic hits like "Smooth Operator" and "The Sweetest Taboo," but Ms. Adu writes from a variety of viewpoints. "Long Hard Road" is a tender ballad about confronting loss and moving on, "Babyfather" about what a father's love can mean to his child. Her strongest subject is love, though--be it bitter or sweet, for a child or a deity. In "Bring Me Home," she writes, "I've been so close but far away from God / My tears flow like a child's in need of love."

I asked Mr. Hale why the band takes such a long time between albums--it was eight years between "Lovers Rock" in 2000 and its predecessor "Love Deluxe."

"This time it was about family," he said. "Sade is a mother and she wanted to be home with her family." But, he added, there's more to releasing an album than gathering with friends and recording music. "For us, it involves a whole process of getting it down, promoting it and touring with it. It can be a four-year commitment."

Of his colleague Ms. Adu, he said: "The public side of what she does is what she enjoys the least. She sort of feels she wants to wait until she has something to say. Then we get together, look at each other and think this is actually good."

—Mr. Fusilli is the Journal's rock and pop music critic. Email him at jfusilli@wsj.com or follow him on Twitter: @wsjrock.

dag said:

that is just too hot.

not sure if this was posted already

http://www.nytimes.com/20...7sade.html

you can hear audio excerpts on the left column

Images from the "Soldier of Love" shoot.

Identity said:

OMG. I can't wait to pick this up. Love all these pics.
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I will be buying this tomorrow.

Another new promo image.

d d d d ddaaayuumm!!!

http://whatwetalkinbout.c...show-2910/

I can't believe she's 51.
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Identity said:

That picture is so fly.

syl said:

shut the fuck up. I'm 26, and she looks younger than me!

syl said:

From the article: Wow, so Sade's daughter, Ila Adu, and Mr. Matthewman's son Clay are singing backup on one of the tracks. Interesting.

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So post your reviews HERE .....NOW

maybe this thread http://prince.org/msg/8/329866
needs to be merged with this one.
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I picked up 2 copies nearly an hour ago, but I can't listen to the disc until later this afternoon.

Album Review
February 2010
by C. Richards

Absence makes the heart grow . . . what is it again? Ruminative? Bereft? So it seems from Sade's new album "Soldier of Love" -- the reclusive singer's first public moment since touring behind her 2000 album "Lovers Rock."

If 25 years of sublime, quiet-storming R&B hits have taught us anything, it's that Helen Folasade Adu might fall crazy in love, but she's also lucid in heartbreak. And while the intensely private singer remains tight-lipped about how she spent nearly a decade away from the spotlight (reports say she's living with her daughter, her partner and his son in rural England), the band that bears her name has returned with its most spare and haunting album yet -- one where Sade's grief is harrowing, elegant and undeniably magnetic.

Which means a resurgent Sade should certainly appeal to anyone whose eardrums feel frazzled after nine seasons of "American Idol." In Simon Cowell's world, we've come to equate vocal prowess with florid acrobatics, making Sade's cool alto sound nobler than ever. She doesn't bother with rocket-ship falsettos or vocal loop-de-loops attempted by so many of today's pop singers. Most admirably, she remains immune to influence from the digital-age culture writ large.

She's plaintive and pining as the album opens with "The Moon and the Sky," her own vocal harmonies following her like a sad shadow. "You had the keys to the car. You had every star, every one of them twinkling," she sings, soberly blending the mundane and the cosmic.

The song dovetails into the album's superb title track, where distorted guitars bend into strange and sudden torques while battlefield snare drums rat-a-tat-tat. Sade summons the evocative powers of Björk, but without the otherworldliness. That's because her inner world is far more intriguing. She sets loose a diary of confessions that would feel histrionic were they to escape from another singer's lungs: "I'm at the borderline of my faith, I'm in the hinterland of my devotion/I'm in the frontline of this battle of mine, but I'm still alive."


The album's most spartan ballad, "Morning Bird," opens with the simplest accusation: "How could you?" Singing along to just a few piano chords and a shivering tambourine, she finds new ways to describe the all-consuming powers of love and betrayal. "You are the blood of me," she mourns. "The harvest of my dreams/There's no way I can find peace, and the silence won't cease."

She's right. Those are just the album's first three songs, with plenty of paralyzing pauses and who knows how many words unsung to come. From the gentle swing of "Be That Easy" to the skeletal trip-hop of "Bring Me Home" to the muted funk of "Skin" (a song where Sade beautifully equates the loss of a lover to exfoliation), these songs posit her voice as something both patient and powerful, as if the rhythms are merely chasing after her.

Will it be enough to tide us over? With 10 years since her last album and an eight-year break before that, we probably shouldn't expect to hear from Sade for another decade. That's okay. For a singer who speaks volumes with her silences, Sade's selfishness feels like a gift.



http://www.washingtonpost...03512.html

currently streaming from Rhapsody to go on iphone.....

pretty good so far... nothing new.... seems like her standard solid album

^

what they said! i'm in love with this album.

I ordered for store pick-up at Best Buy. I can't wait to listen to it this afternoon.

I´ll probably get mine in Friday cause the shop where I ordered it hasn´t recieved it yet.

Sade Emerges From Her Country Retreat
Feb 2010

She’s Britain’s most successful female solo artist but has remained a glamorous enigma - until now. Sade emerges from her country retreat to tell how she’s a tree-climbing tomboy at heart.



Sade is so very private, so extremely wary of the press that her friends - all of whom are bound to silence - have nicknamed her Howie, after Howard Hughes. The most reclusive British singer of the 1980s has kept such a low profile since her Smooth Operator days - one tour in 14 years - that, when we meet at the London office of her record label to hear the songs from her new album, Soldier of Love, I am the only person in the room who has met her before.

It’s 10 years since her last album release, the 2000 offering, Lovers Rock. Despite or maybe because of that, the reverence she commands is palpable. She is the most successful solo female artist Britain has ever produced: she has sold more than 50m albums in a career that stretches back 27 years. And more than half of those albums were sold from the mid-1990s onwards, when Sade all but disappeared from view. Since then, she has only surfaced a few times — and this is the only face-to-face interview she will consent to now.

Paradoxically, in person she is open, friendly and relaxed - she’s happy to let me into her spacious Georgian house in leafy north London - and willing to laugh at herself. Unlike her songs, which are often freighted with introspective sadness and regret, her conversation is punctuated with a lively and very English self-mockery. She tells me about a graffitied poster of herself that her guitarist Stuart Matthewman spotted in New York. Above her glamorous image, some wag had sprayed the observation: “This bitch sings when she wants to.” Sade thinks this hilarious. It sums up her career pretty well. She makes music on her own terms.

She tells me how, on seeing a poster for Lady Gaga’s album The Fame Monster recently, she wondered: “Why can’t I get so worked up about being famous?” She is a complicated, ambitious woman. “Artistically, I have high aspirations. I don’t want to do anything less than the best I can do,” she says. Yet she spurns the promotional rigmarole of the industry, despite knowing that it's hard to win the public’s sympathy if you ignore them.

She learnt the downside of fame - “not the sweet, rosy thing anybody expects” - very early on. As her albums sold millions all round the world, paparazzi climbed the trees around her London house to get an intimate shot of her. Rumours about her personal life plagued her, even the funny ones such as the report that she was about to buy Fulham Football Club. “I came to think that those tape machines the journalists used would just scramble what you say, like a liquidiser. It’s terrible, this mentality that if something seems simple, there must be something funny going on.”

During one gruelling interrogation by a female tabloid journalist about her love life - which, as we’ll see, has been far from straightforward - she burst into tears and vowed there and then to give up interviews altogether. “It started to feel like opening yourself up to everybody you’d ever sat next to on a bus. Why would you do that?” Nor did she enjoy being promoted as “this sophisticated lifestyle accessory”, though she doesn’t regret it. “If the music didn’t outshine the image, it just wasn’t being listened to in the right way.”

She doesn’t look to have aged much during her long absence. On the eve of her 51st birthday, her face is unlined and she is still striking. Taller in person than she appears on stage (she is about 5ft 8in) with that large, domed head, wide-set eyes and coil of jet-black hair, she has an exotic allure that she professes not to care a fig about. “People always used to say, ‘What’s it like to see your face on the cover of a magazine?’ But it doesn’t mean anything to me at all. I don’t really see it. I’m not trying to promote an image.”

Despite being awarded an OBE in 2002, nowadays her largest fanbase lives in the States, where Lovers Rock sold nearly 4m copies. Her dressing rooms at American concerts are regularly festooned with flowers sent in by star admirers such as Aretha Franklin. Audiences are noisily ecstatic in the presence of a performer who, unlike every other Brit-soul export, doesn’t try to play the gospel diva or even an American accent. Our transatlantic cousins like Sade, it seems, because she sounds like nobody but herself.

Reviewers here meanwhile complain that she can’t really sing. The first time I put this to her, she giggles, the way she often does when fending off jibes. “It can be very hostile, England. Not just to me, to everybody. England’s like a sour old auntie. You go and stay with her although she criticises you all the time and doesn’t treat you right, even when you’re doing your best. But you keep on loving her, in a certain way. And then you die.” She laughs. “Those bitches always outlive you!”

So here she is, still cheerfully resident in the unkind UK, with no plans to leave if higher-rate income tax goes up or Soldier of Love performs no better here than her previous two studio albums. She keeps her London house for business meetings, but her home is now a village near Stroud, Gloucestershire, where she has been based since 2005 with her daughter, Ila, 13, and her boyfriend for the past four years, Ian, a former Royal Marine.

Stroud may seem a strange choice for a half-Nigerian soul singer whose music and lifestyle are usually construed as consummately “urban”. She has never lived down the image of her sashaying around in a designer frock singing Smooth Operator. But like so much of the little that is known - or believed - about Sade Adu, that’s not right. She is very clear that her family roots lie deep in the English countryside. In her mind Sade is, and always has been, a country girl at heart.

Sade was born Helen Folasade Adu in Ibadan, Nigeria, the daughter of an English district nurse, Anne Hayes, and a Nigerian university teacher, Bisi Adu, who had met in London five years earlier. The marriage broke down and the four-month-old Sade - her Ibadan neighbours refused to bother with her English name - returned to England with her mother and older brother Banji. Her parents’ divorce left an abiding impression that comes through in her songs: “There’s a lot of me in them, probably more than I realise.” Love often figures as unattainable yet powerfully enduring, or a long hard struggle. All of this, she acknowledges, can be traced back to her parents’ troubled marriage. “My mother left my father because she found it impossible to live with him, although they loved each other very much. It was hard for my mother because he was the man of her life. On her wedding day my father gave her a red rose and when he died she threw it in his grave. She’d kept it for 30 years. That was the moment I realised how deeply she cared for him.”

The couple stayed in touch and even talked of getting back together when Sade was 21, but it didn’t happen. “He was a very strange man, my father, very boyish. But he definitely loved my mother very much.” This despite his having fathered four more children - two boys, two girls - by three different women. Sade stays in touch with all of her step-siblings, who live in Switzerland and America.

The broken family went to stay with her English grandparents on the Essex-Suffolk border near Colchester, and while her mother worked all hours nursing in local villages, Sade was largely raised by her grandparents. Theirs was an unusual story of radical English non-conformism. Grandfather Hayes was a Catholic socialist small farmer, the son of upper-middle-class parents who were involved with Whiteway, a quasi-socialist utopian community, formed around the turn of the century on a back-to-the-earth ideology promoted in Russia in the late-19th century by the writer Leo Tolstoy.

Her great-grandparents had eventually left Whiteway, Sade learnt, “because they were devoutly religious and found some of the communal stuff at Whiteway a bit risqué. They weren’t into the ‘open unions’, which basically meant sharing partners.” Her grandfather stayed in the Stroud area, briefly trained as a monk, and tried to enlist on the leftists’ side in the Spanish civil war. After marrying, he moved east. “But he was always waxing lyrical about the West Country. He knew the novelist Laurie Lee and he loved that area. We’ve ended up five minutes from his old stomping ground in the Slad valley.” There’s a spot near her cottage where Sade says she always pictures her grandfather as she drives past.

When Anne Hayes announced in 1955 that she was marrying a Nigerian, her parents “found it difficult, but fortunately my granddad was a big fan of the black-American singer and human-rights activist Paul Robeson, which made it easier”. In recognition of this, Anne gave her firstborn son, Banji, the middle name of Paul.

Sade grew up not, as has often been reported, an Essex girl but an East Anglian tree-climbing tomboy who loved watching cowboy movies. She has retained many guy-ish characteristics - a deep, mannish voice, a loud, ready laugh, and a legs-apart stance - which sit oddly with her elegant looks. She betrays a rare hint of embarrassment when this is pointed out. “There were no girls of my age around, so I played with the boys on the fringe of my brother’s circle. I didn’t have a girl friend till I was nine. But I had complete freedom, out on my bike from morning till night, helping my grandparents dig their garden. I was very independent. My mum gave me that freedom, though she didn’t have much choice because she was working full time.” She still loves gardening. “It’s so satisfying after you’ve spent a day trying to write songs!”

When her mother’s job changed, at 11 Sade moved to a coastal town near Clacton “which I didn’t like. The majority of people living there were over 65 and it wasn’t country enough for me”. Next stop was London where, having shown a talent for art at school, she won a place at Central Saint Martins College of Art and Design. Here she eventually traded the earthiness of the country for a rough urban equivalent: slogging around in a battered transit van, usually driven by herself, singing backing vocals in a soul band called Pride. Her London home was a squat in a disused fire station with an outdoor bathroom shared briefly with her then-boyfriend, the style journalist Robert Elms.

Music wasn’t her first choice. After graduating Sade set up as a clothes-maker. But she was a fan of the American soul giants Donny Hathaway and Bill Withers, and being a black singer in a largely white ersatz soul outfit lent credibility to the outfit. “I didn't have any confidence as a singer, but I found that I liked writing songs.” Smooth Operator, which she sang solo, soon attracted record-company talent scouts, although at first, her fierce loyalty to her band meant she ignored them. Sade is keen on “loyalty to the point of clannishness”, according to one longtime friend.

Finally, in 1983 she signed to the Epic label, on condition that she took three of her bandmates with her (guitarist and saxophonist Stuart Matthewman, keyboard player Andrew Hale and bassist Paul Denman). Their earnings from recording and live work have always been an even four-way split. There have been arguments over the years - “because my naffometer is much more sensitive than theirs”, she claims - but no break-ups or new members. The band remains one tight unit under the control of a matriarch who likes the nickname “Auntie Sade”. None of the other three has ever spoken a word against “Shard”. “They’re like old family friends,” she says. “There are moments when it’s like Christmas and the skeletons come out. But generally it’s good.”

What wasn’t good in the early days was being branded cheerleaders for aspirational Thatcherite values. To be fair, they did themselves no favours, titling their debut album Diamond Life and exuding a glamorous aura very much in keeping with the materialistic impulse of Britain in the 1980s. Sade defends her youthful image as an echo of the dressy style favoured by her American soul heroes.

But the old charge that Sade was the backdrop of the yuppie era still rankles, making her unusually tetchy. “With my family history, that really irks me. And it so annoyed me at the time, when we were secretly giving money we didn’t even have yet to Arthur Scargill and the striking miners.”

With plenty of money in the bank - The Sunday Times Rich List recently valued her as worth £30m - Sade has moved into a lower gear career-wise and devoted more time to her personal life. This has not been an easy ride. As an obstinately independent woman, long used to looking after herself, Sade is, as one old associate puts it, “no pushover” at the dating game. “I’ve paid some rugged dues,” she observes of her romantic relationships. Her six-year marriage to the Spanish film director Carlos Pliego ended in 1995 “because he found it hard to share me with the world”. Despite her buying a flat in Madrid and spending as much time with Pliego there as she could, it wasn’t enough and the marriage unravelled after her long absence on an American tour.

A subsequent affair with a Jamaican musician she met in London produced her daughter, Ila, in 1996, but ended unhappily. This proved a difficult experience for a black-British woman who, with her complicated background, has at times struggled to feel she belongs. As a teenager, she saw the Jackson 5 on television and was “more fascinated by the audience than by anything that was going on on the stage. They’d attracted kids, mothers with children, old people, white, black. I was really moved by that”. Encouraged to explore her boyfriend’s Jamaican roots, the family visited Kingston, but got arrested for speeding, came home and split up. Relations between the three are now strained.

Her new man, Ian Watts, whom she met after moving to Stroud, she believes to be The One - and the real country article. “Ian was a Royal Marine, then a fireman, then a Cambridge graduate in chemistry. I always said that if I could just find a guy who could chop wood and had a nice smile it didn’t bother me if he was an aristocrat or a thug as long as he was a good guy. I’ve ended up with an educated thug!” Sade laughs like a drain at this, and is still chuckling as she recalls her mother introducing Ian to someone as “ ‘Sade’s current boyfriend’, like he was on a conveyor belt, or something”.

Ian’s 18-year-old son, Jack, lives with them in the cottage in Stroud, so they make a modern “nuclear” family. “Ian is Ila’s dad, really. He does all the things a dad would do, and she really looks up to him.” Her daughter has a caring stepfather and an older stepbrother she adores. Sade says: “I feel like I’ve won the lottery, finally.

“I’m not someone who needs a lot of money. You could break into this house and leave after half an hour without finding anything worth stealing,” says Sade, and it’s hard to disagree. The first-floor drawing room of her London house is a large but sparsely furnished space with a couple of white fabric-covered sofas, a polished-wood floor and nothing much on the walls. For the past hour we’ve been sitting on a red rug in front of a one-bar electric fire that must be about as old as she is. She has several of these obsolete burners, she says. “They’re my favourite.”

Frugality - another traditional country habit - is her style, but she’s generous with it. As soon as the royalties rocked up, she helped her mother buy a house in Clacton, bought her brother Banji a place in the States, and supported various unnamed friends in “business ventures”. Her touring musicians comment on how fair she has been in awarding valuable songwriting credits for their contributions — a rare thing in the tightfisted world of pop accountancy.

She has done this on the strict understanding that none of the beneficiaries talk about it, “or ever write anything about me”, which they haven’t. It’s not just a personal-privacy thing, or control freakery, she claims, “I just don’t like the power relationship it implies”. She isn’t shy about the money per se. “I always wanted to have money. When I was a little girl I used to do the football pools. But the great thing is when you’ve got it, your life doesn’t revolve around money any more.”

Hers clearly doesn’t. She’s dressed today in a plain black top and nondescript black trousers. As we talk, she rolls her own cigarettes and blows the smoke up the chimney above the empty fireplace. (She gave up smoking for five years but reverted, as she always has, while making her new record.) Outside on the drive is her boxy old Volvo estate, which she traded for her vintage BMW after she had Ila. Her stylist, video director and friend Sophie Mueller used to say that behind the wheel Sade “drove like an immature man in a woman’s body”. It’s hard to picture her like that in the Volvo.

With her sensible country head on, she realises how fortunate she is. She has sorted out her home life, earned all the money she will ever need, and continues to make music in her own time and in her own way. “Is it still worth it? I think it is. After every album, I think, ‘Right that’s it, no more.’ But how lucky am I at my age still to be doing this without any outside pressure?”

Her place in Stroud is a small cottage she calls “a cave”, a stone-built wreck that, five years after she moved in, is “finished, kind of. There are still wires hanging out of places”. She and Ian are now doing up a nearby farmhouse “but God knows when we’ll finish that”. She enjoys the easygoing privacy of living in Stroud, where the local newspapers pay her no attention. “They’re more interested in Eddie the Eagle, he’s a bigger star in those parts than I am.” And Ila appreciates the countryside. “She’s fascinated with frogs and newts and worms and slimy things, just like I was.”

How to balance career and family is now her big issue. “Being a mother is the biggest and hardest job I’ve ever undertaken. I’m not complaining, but I’ve never had a nanny. For years after she was born I put Ila to bed every night. As soon as she arrived she became the centre of my life.” She took her five-year-old daughter on her last world tour in 2002 “but I didn’t let her see any of the concerts because I didn’t want her to hear people shouting for her mum. She wasn’t ready for that”. Ila sings on one of the tracks on Soldier of Love — but Sade is in a quandary as to what to do with her when she accedes to the inevitable pressure to support her new album with a big tour.

She professes to love performing, regarding her concerts as the ultimate riposte to her critics. “Whatever anybody might say about me, when I feel the warmth we get back from the audiences, particularly in America, I think it’s worth all the bullshit. I actually prefer singing live now, I feel much more comfortable than I did. I used to be a bit frozen and worried about my vocal performance, as if I hadn’t learnt the language properly.” These days, Sade is perfectly at home with herself. “It’s much easier for me to express myself now.”

thanks for that great read Identity!

..edit..oops already posted.
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I just went to buy a copy from a local retailer and they were sold out.

Sade Performs on The Today Show

Feb 9, 2010

Video:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/...7#35311167

Sade will appear on ABC's "The View" Feb 10th. Set your DVRs.